Mastering Temptation

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Late Night Snack





It was well after midnight when Hermione finally gave up the fight to fall asleep on her own. She threw back the covers and reached for the short, red robe tossed carelessly over the foot of the bed. The house was dark as she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She didn’t bother with the kitchen light; she didn’t need it as she pulled open the refrigerator door to peer inside.





That was how he found her, standing in the open door of her icebox, the light from within casting her curvy form in silhouette.



“I hear eating late causes nightmares.” He said, leaning against the doorway. Hermione screamed and turned around, pulling the refrigerator door in front of her for protection. Severus lifted his brows and tilted his head to the side. “Now isn’t it a little cold in there?”





“What are you doing here?” She asked, closing her eyes and taking slow, deep breaths to calm her racing heart.





“I told you I would be by tonight. Are you going to come out of the icebox before you get frostbite?” He asked, smiling. Hermione looked down at her hands still clutching the refrigerator door against her chest.





“Oh, you scared me to death, Severus. I figured you got tied up and weren’t going to make it.” She said, shivering a little as she stepped from behind the door and closed the icebox.





“I spent all day thinking about you wearing my house pin beneath your skirts, there is nothing short of a major disaster that would have kept me from you tonight.” He said, staring down his nose at her as she walked across the kitchen.





“I couldn’t sleep; I came down for a snack.” She said, smiling when she noticed that his jacket was already undone along with the top several buttons of his white shirt. “Is everything alright?”





“It is now…what are you wearing?” He asked, staring down at her with a curious expression. Hermione looked down at the cotton boy shorts and matching tank she was wearing beneath the open red robe and flushed.





“Um….I didn’t think you were coming…” She said, softly, embarrassed by her less than sexy attire.





“Do you sleep in this often?” He asked, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it over the back of a kitchen chair.





“Yes, but I was wearing something a little more enticing earlier….I changed when you didn’t show up.” She said.





“And if I said that I find this enticing enough?” He drawled, reaching for the robes lapels and pushing it back and off leaving her in nothing but the soft pink tank and shorts.





“Then I would say thank the gods because this is what I sleep in most every night.” She laughed, stepping close to him and sliding her hands up his arms to lock her fingers behind his neck. “I’m glad you are here.”





“So am I.” He said softly as he lifted her into his arms and sat her on the edge of the counter, insinuating himself between her soft thighs.





“Ooo….countertop is cold!” She said eyes wide as she wiggled against the granite surface.





“Care to move back to the icebox?” He asked, one brow arched as he peered down at her.





“Shagging in the refrigerator?” She asked, toying with his hair. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard of before.” She tugged his shirttails from his trousers and finished undoing the buttons before shoving the cotton fabric off of his broad shoulders. She tugged roughly at the cuffs, popping the buttons and sending them pinging across her tiled floor.





“We need to work on your patience, a Mhuirnin.” He chuckled, sliding his hands beneath her thighs and pulling her against him as he lifted her from the counter and carried her to a kitchen chair where he settled her astride his thighs.





“I love it when you call me that….Irish isn’t it?” She asked breathlessly. “What does it mean?”





“Just a general term of endearment, basically it means my dear.” He said, sliding his hand along the curve of her waist and shoving the cotton tank up and over her breasts. He cupped her gently, his thumb brushing the distended tip of one fleshy globe until she was whimpering softly and arching into his hand.





Hermione tightened her grip in his hair and bent her head so that she could kiss his neck just below his ear. His sharp hiss was enough to encourage her further as she continued to suck and nibble along the tight chorded tendons of his neck. She could feel him hardening beneath her thighs and she moaned softly, pressing her hips down into him. She sank her teeth into his shoulder and his hips bucked involuntarily.





“Severus?” She whimpered his name as she rocked her body over him, eager for the satisfaction she knew he would be able to provide.





“Lean back….prop your elbows on the tabletop.” Severus whispered roughly against her ear. Hermione did so hesitantly as she was reluctant to relinquish her hold on him. Severus kept one arm beneath her back to support her weight as he lowered his head and sucked one pouting tip between his lips. His tongue circled and lashed the tender peak gently until she was writhing and moaning beneath his assault.





He withdrew his wand and tucked it under the side of the boy shorts, releasing her nipple from his mouth as he sat up.





“Vestisscindo.” He whispered and the pink cotton tore into several pieces that fluttered to the floor around their feet. He tossed the wand aside as Hermione glanced down to her now naked pelvis then up again at Severus. His intense gaze dared her to argue, to comment on his removal of the knickers that were in his way. He reached between them to unfasten his trousers, the backs of his fingers brushing up against her hot, needy core as he popped open the button and lowered the zipper.





Severus adjusted himself in the chair so that he was able to slide the tip of his erection between her slick folds. He hooked her thighs over his arms and grabbed her by the waist as he slid slowly all the way inside her, watching his length disappear within her dark depths.





“Hold on now.” He said softly as he began to push and pull her along his erection. Hermione gripped the edge of the table she was reclining against and moaned softly as she was slid back and forth over his thighs. Again and again he bottomed out within her, grunting with every thrust.







“I’m not going to last….” Hermione cried, letting her head fall back as the pleasure overwhelmed her and sent her careening into sharp, sweet orgasm that had her trembling in his arms.





Severus slid his hands up her back to cup her shoulders and pull her into an upright position on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside her.





“Don’t worry about it, I can go all night.” He whispered against her lips. When she gasped softly in surprise he slid his tongue deep inside her mouth to duel with hers. With his mouth fastened firmly over hers he kicked off his shoes and stood, stepping out of his trousers when they fell around his ankles. He carried her through the house, her legs locked around his waist while the tip of him remained inside her, stroking shallowly with every step he took.





Maneuvering the stairs took a bit of creativity but he managed without dropping her, although at one point he did lay her back on the carpeted steps briefly as he thrust in and out of her fiercely before carrying on with his journey to her bed. He fell with her onto the rumpled bedding and immediately adjusted her beneath him as he moved between her thighs. She was overcome with surprise, delight and pure unadulterated pleasure as he continued to thrust into her, his breath coming in ragged pants beside her ear.





“Severus….oh gods I can’t believe it’s so good!” She whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders as the pressure began to build once more low in her belly. He adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he felt the tight spasms of her orgasm sucking at him and followed her over, spilling inside her again and again as he moaned and panted against the side of her neck.





“Don’t get too comfortable, that was just to take the edge off, I’m not through with you yet witch.” He said softly when he saw her eyes drifting closed.





“What do you mean, don’t you want to go to sleep?” She asked, her eyes wide.





“No, I don’t want to go to sleep, if I wanted to sleep I would have gone back to my rooms, not come here.” He said with a smirk as he rolled onto his back, pulling her over him. “No, I have no desire to sleep. I have thought of little else but you all day, you little tease. Now I intend to act out every delectable thing I imagined while you strolled around the castle wearing my pin against your sweet thighs.”





“I didn’t really mean to tease you…” She stammered when she felt his erection begin to stir once more beneath her bottom.





“That’s what draws me to you, you don’t realize that everything you do, every step you take, the way you smell, the way you move, it all teases me, taunts and arouses me. It’s not intentional, it’s just natural. That is why this…” Severus slid inside her just a few inches. “Is so damned good between us.”





“You’re ready again!” She said on a breathy moan, reaching out to brace herself on his shoulders.





“I told you, I can go all night.” Severus chuckled and gave her a smug wink before he showed her just how capable he was at delivering on his word.