A Long Way Back ~ Editing

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
*******************************

Chapter 19 ~ Now, His Turn

Hermione writhed as the Potions Master now reacquainted himself with her body. He drank at the globes of her breasts, fondling, licking, squeezing and tweaking them until her hips were spiraling out of control.

"I never thought you'd get these back," he said to the witch around a mouthful of titty.

Severus was a breast man. He was a thigh man, an ass man and a hip man as well. It was as if Hermione's restored body was a giant salt lick and Severus a depleted, thirsty soul trying to rehydrate on her flesh. He was maddeningly slow as he tasted and kissed her body and Hermione was a raging storm of lust as she surged beneath the wizard. She wanted him at her core, and now. It was absolutely throbbing.

"Damn it, Severus," she hissed at him…but the Potions Master only smiled as he moved lower.

He ran one pale finger between her labia, collecting her juices on the tip as Hermione wailed at the contact, buckling. Then he tasted her, his eyes going half-lidded with pleasure as he did so.

"Sweet as ever, witch," he breathed, looking up at her…his nostrils flared.

Hermione didn't want a finger. She wanted that long, talented tongue.

"Severus, please," she groaned as he returned his fingers to her pussy and manipulated it until the witch was practically screaming. The Potions Master loved her wild response to him, her begging for more than fingers at her apex. Suddenly the wizard rose to his knees.

:What…what are you doing?" the witch gasped, clutching at him, "Noooo! Severus!"

Severus smirked down at her then moved to the side and lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillows. Hermione turned toward him desperately.

"Severus," she whined, her hand moving between her own legs.

The wizard stared at her for a moment, then he said, "Grab the headboard and straddle my face, witch. I don't feel like wrestling with your thighs."

Hermione almost orgasmed as she hurriedly sat up then climbed over the wizard, grasping the headboard and hitching forward, the wizard's hands gripping her waist as she did so. Finally she was in position, slightly lifted over his face.

Severus black eyes looked up at her glistening pubic hair and labia, drawing in a deep breath and smelling nothing but sweet, sweet pussy. He flicked out his tongue slipping it between the two folds of skin, dipping it into the flower and collecting the nectar.

"Mmmm," he groaned, then pulled the witch downward so he could access her core. Severus went to work, his tongue moving over her inner thighs licking them clean before laying supple flesh to the witch, who was groaning and writhing over him, looking down. She could see his hot eyes half closed with pleasure and part of his large nose, which he was using, moving right and left, stimulating her.

"Oh dear gods," Hermione shrieked when the wizard sucked her clit hard and not being able to help herself, she ground down on his face hungrily. Gods this was good. Severus was in danger of being suffocated by a dripping pussy and managed to get his hands under the witch's thighs so he could lift her high enough to breath. Hermione was strong, but Severus was stronger and raised the witch high enough so he could continue kissing, licking and sucking her pussy, his face covered with her juices.

Hermione's hip whirled as Severus buried his tongue inside her, and gave her a mini-fuck, twisting and turning his supple muscle inside her until she keened, and he quickly grasped her clit between his teeth and pulled, the witch crying out and convulsing, coming all over the wizard's face. Severus was in pure heaven as her thick climax practically poured into he mouth, the wizard gripping her waist so tightly he left finger marks. It was as if he were immersed in pussy, and after an almost five year hiatus, the wizard was ready to drown in it.

Hermione was completely red as she orgasmed, pressing down on the wizard as her flow covered him, bliss curling her toes, her fingers digging into the headboard. She could feel Severus' head winding under her thighs as he drank down every drop of her release. Hermione slumped as her climax ended, Severus' tongue still moving over her sensitive flesh and thrusting inside her until he was satisfied he had consumed every luscious drop of her.

Finally the wizard lifted her thighs up and slid out from under her, sat up, shifted over and lay back against the pillows as the witch moved downward, then fell face first into the pillows before turning to face him. He definitely smelled like pussy, his nose and cheeks and even forehead shining with her juices. He couldn't reach them with his tongue.

Hermione looked at him a moment, then moved over to him and gently kissed and licked the remainder of her own emissions away until his face was cleaned. Severus' eyes glittered at her as she did so, loving the feel of her tongue on his face. Her inhibitions seemed to have lessened quite a bit over the years. That, or she was just as starved as he was. Either way, this was a first. Severus slipped an arm around her waist as she bathed his face, pulling her closer.

Finally Hermione finished her ministrations with a deep kiss, sharing her own taste with the wizard, who growled appreciatively. When she moved away, he looked at her.

"That definitely beats a scourgify," he said to the witch. "Gods, Hermione…you were like a ripe, succulent living fruit overflowing with juice, witch. And the gods knew I was thirsty. I only hope I haven't drunken it all."

"I seriously doubt that, Severus," Hermione replied, the ache between her legs slowly returning as she studied the wizard's face.

A lot of good things could be said about a supple, talented tongue…but when it came down to it, a hot, huge cock couldn't be beat. Severus knew that look she was giving him. She was ready for the main event. The wizard's cock was slowly hardening, but he wanted a moment or two to savor their last act. Ooh, it had been good and Hermione so passionate. There was nothing, absolutely nothing as enjoyable as a faceful of pussy. Well…fucking was right up there. Still, he had missed it. Missed her. Eating pussy wouldn't have been satisfying for the wizard without Hermione on the receiving end. It was as if time had been turned back five years.

"You really like traveling, don't you Severus?" Hermione asked to him, her fingers tracing his chest lightly.

She was torn about his plan to continue his world traveling, particularly now. She could already feel his absence, and it saddened her, though she was determined not to show it. She couldn't hold him back. It would be wrong to try. She had him once, but let him go. It was her fault and her loss that the wizard found something else that fulfilled him.

"Yes, the traveling, the challenge and the danger, Hermione. I enjoy working in the lab, brewing potions and elixirs…but there is a part of me that longs for the danger of the unknown. I am a man used to having my life in the balance…death was a constant companion when I served as a spy. Challenging it is in my blood. I need to live on the edge Hermione…at least a part of the time. I was denied so much of life and I want to live it to the fullest. There are so many undiscovered potions and elixirs out in the world Hermione, potions and elixirs I want to collect and understand. It gives my life more meaning," he said to her softly. "Of course, it gets lonely, but that is something I have to deal with. I've learned to deal with loneliness over the years."

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes glistening.

"Severus, I'm so sorry for what I did to you, what I did to us. I was so broken up over Harry's death I felt I didn't deserve any happiness. I drove you away…I didn't think about how you felt. I hate to say this, but I was glad when you stopped coming. I was so selfish…so cold…so cruel. Please say you forgive me," the witch said, tears rolling from her eyes.

Severus looked at her for a moment, then pulled her closer so her face was buried in his hair against his throat.

"Oh Hermione. To be honest, I hated you for what you did for quite a while, even more so when I discovered because of you, casual sex was no longer the pleasure it used to be for me. I was depressed for a while, but unlike you…I managed to shake it off and embroil myself in adventure and found I loved it. When I returned and saw you, I saw that you were punishing yourself…and what you did to us was part of that self-punishment. Not that it helped my heart any…it still hurts sometimes…even now, here, I can feel the ache of your rejection. You have to understand Hermione that in my world, you were the only one who accepted me as I was…and to have you reject me felt like the greatest betrayal I had ever experienced in my life."

He drew her back, looking at the witch as tears streamed down her face. Hermione ached for the wizard, for what she had done to him and it seemed as if the tears would never stop falling.

"But I know what it is to punish yourself for acts you couldn't help committing. Feeling you deserve nothing good. Wishing something would happen and you could just leave the world without being called a coward or a suicide, leave it without feeling you had let everybody down. You left the world, Hermione…that's what happened. After the one suicide attempt, you couldn't come to terms with killing yourself…it was too cowardly and you are a Gryffindor after all. So you left the world another way, through a gloomy mansion and a twelve-foot high fence warded to keep everything good out. Self-incarceration and the barest of nourishment. No pampering. No company. If not for your familiars you probably would have wasted away completely. I was very angry at you Hermione, but when I returned here and saw your state, I believed the way you punished yourself all these years far surpasses any vengeance I could have exacted on you…"

He looked at her a moment.

"However…you cut me off cold. No more access to you or your sweet body. I went through horrible withdrawal, masturbating constantly until my body came to terms with the fact I no longer had a lover. There were some days I came here to try to talk sense to you and was almost overcome by my desire. I thought about forcing myslef on you more times then I care to remember, believing that if I could just get at you, make you feel my need, my passion…you wouldn't turn me away. That could have been so ugly, Hermione."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

"I know you are," Severus replied softly. Yet underneath the softness of his voice lay a bit of iron. "But I can get some satisfaction, some reparation tonight. I plan to fuck the shit out of you witch and make up for all those times I wanted you and you denied me. For all those nights out in the bush when I dreamed about you, my cock aching, believing I could never have you again. Reparation for going through the trouble of fucking someone else and getting nothing out of it but an empty release, because she wasn't you. I can't help feeling the need to do this…you know me witch. It's my nature to be vengeful. But I guarantee you, Hermione…if you are as starved as I am…it will be good to you. I know your nature too, and believe you need me this way to ease your own guilt. And I will ease it, witch. Believe me."

Hermione had stopped crying, because the wizard's words had sunk into her body and ignited it. He was going to get closure and give it as well. She rolled to her back, and Severus' eyes washed over her. He was rock hard now and ready to do some damage…hopefully in a good way. He needed to break the witch apart, to know he still had the power to do that, to make her forget everything in the world except him. To shut down that brilliant mind and make it recede while driving her primal self into the light. The wizard swallowed.

"I hope you can handle this witch," he said in a low growl. "Because once I begin, you will have to take the whole journey."

"I'm willing to journey with you, Severus," she said.

The wizard looked at her. This was the last opportunity for tenderness until the aftermath. He pulled her closer.

"Good," he said, kissing her deeply and readying himself to take her.

***************************************
A/N: :::fanning::: "Straddle my face, witch." Wow…you can only imagine what it was like to write that. Lololol. Well, more sex on the way, and it looks like it will be a rough ride for Hermione. At least Severus has prepared her mentally. Maybe the elves need to bring a few more bottles of purple potion. Please review.