Love is Blind

Chapter 21 and a half

Severus was holding on to Hermione as if his life
depended on it. He loved her and she loved him. He was still dumbfounded at the
fact that this beautiful creature in his arms was in love with him. They had
been sitting here on the edge of her bed for what seemed like -and probably
was- hours, holding each other. No words had been spoken, everything being
expressed by kisses, squeezes and small caresses.

Hermione snuggled further into his embrace and
inhaled his scent. She could smell him all day and never have a complaint. Her
heart overflowed at the confessions of love that she and Severus had shared
earlier. She smiled as he brushed a soft kiss over her hairline. She still
couldn’t believe that the nasty potions professor that tormented her for years
was the same wonderful man that was holding her, kissing her, loving her.

Severus pressed his lips once more to Hermione’s
forehead and softly trailed more petal soft kisses over the scarred flesh
covering her eyes, over her face and lingering on that soft spot just below her
ear. A soft whimper bubbled up and she clutched to Severus, not wanting him to
stop. Severus smiled at her reaction and slowly, silently lowered her back onto
the bed. Hermione started to bring her hands up to unbutton her shirt, but
Severus gently pushed her hands away as he continued showering kisses down her
neck, replacing her hands with his own. He undid each button unhurriedly;
kissing the flesh that was exposed with each button.

Soft mewls escaped Hermione with each kiss, each
caress that Severus made. His hands were soft and sure. No words were uttered;
no words could express the emotions flowing between the two of them right now.
Severus lifted Hermione slightly and removed the white cotton blouse, his fingers
lightly brushing down her arms as he pushed the fabric off. A smile graced his
lips when he saw her skin tighten into thousands of goose bumps and felt her
slightly shiver. Severus was determined to show this beautiful goddess just how
much he loved her and he was ready to take all the time in the world.

His touches were sending shivers coursing throughout
her body. Her skin burned at his touch and her body ached for . Sh. She had
never known Severus to be so intent with anything as he was with her at this
moment. His silence and his slowness promised her that this was going to be
different. It was going to be different from now on.

She stifled a giggle as his fingers brushed her hips
under the waistband of her trousers. He chuckled against her stomach at her
ticklishness. His fingers easily opened the clasp of her pants and he slowly
eased them over her hips, leaving her clad in only her bra and knickers. She
was the most beautiful thing Severus had ever laid eyes on, and she loved him.
He sighed contentedly at that thought before he started raining more kisses
over her body. Her whimpers and moans echoed softly throughout the room,
intensifying his own arousal.

Hermione kept trying to touch him, but he would
always move so that she couldn’t reach. This was all about her. His own
pleasure took a backseat to hers. His hands roamed all over her body, lingering
on the curve of her hips and up to the swell of her fabric-covered breasts.
Lazily he crawled up to place a soft drawn out kiss on her lips. The kiss was
strong, but soft, passionate in all aspects, expressing what he knew his voice
couldn’t convey.

Hermione was going insane under Severus’
ministrations. She wanted to touch him, feel him, please him, but he wouldn’t
let her. She knew what he was doing, and understood his need to please her and
show her what he felt. She wanted to reciprocate the favor, but she surmised
that that would have to wait, not that she was complaining at all. Definitely
not complaining. She kissed his forehead softly as he descended once more from
her mouth. His hot lips found her breast and sucked gently on the hardened tip
through her brassiere. She unconsciously arched into his mouth, needing more
contact with his body.

His lips were soft and hot on her sensitized nipples
as he pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her to undo the clasp of her
bra. She tried to help rid herself of the garment but he silently stopped her.
He was in control, he was spoiling her, worshipping her. Slowly he lowered the
straps over her arms and uncovered her perfect breasts. His hands immediately
replaced the fabric that was covering them and Severus couldn’t hold back the
first words either of them had spoken in hours, “You are so beautiful,
Hermione.”

She was about to respond when he covered her areola
with his hot mouth, rendering her breathless and all that would come out was a
low growl. His tongue rolled over her turgid nipple as he suckled gently. Her
hips bucked of their own accord against him and it was all he could do to
maintain his control. After mirroring his actions on her other breast, he
trailed butterfly kisses down her abdomen, over her hip, and finally nuzzled
her face in the knicker-clad mound between her thighs. She moaned loudly,
lifting her hips to him again and he hummed against her center, causing her to
rasp his name into the air. Slowly his index fingers curled under the waistband
and he dragged her knickers down her shapely legs, following them with kisses
down to her toes.

Hermione was in heaven and hell all at the same
time. She was intoxicated by the sensations Severus was causing to stir in her
body, especially her loins. But at the same time, she longed to touch him, to
make him feel what she was. As he kissed down her legs her mind unfogged
briefly and an evil thought came to her mind. “Asotus compos*,” she
whispered softly, waving a hand in Severus’ direction. She wasn’t sure if the
spell had worked until Severus placed his lips over her clitoriswondwonderful
sensation flowed through her, while his body felt something very similar,
causing him to stop what he was doing. Rather than be disappointed at this
interruption, Hermione was slightly amused.

Severus raised his head to see a grinning Hermione,
and he knew that she had done something. “Love?” he asked softly against the
chestnut curls covering her center.

“Hmm?” she smiled.

“What did you do?” his voice was low and rumbled
against her thigh, sending wonderful vibrations toward her core.

“I wanted you to feel what you are doing to me,” she
said as innocently as her husky voice could.

“So in other words, whatever I do to you, I will
feel?” She nodded seductively. “You just can’t let it all be for you, can you?”
he teased lightly but cut off her answer as he ran his tongue between her
glistening folds. At the same time he felt a sensation run through his penis,
making him groan into her. “Remember love, paybacks are hell,” he growled
against her, rendering her breathless once more. Severus struggled to keep his
focus as he devoured her with his mouth. His own arousal was beyond painful and
the mirrored sensations he was feeling intensified it to almost unbearable.
Severus was used to pain, he had be subjected to the Cruciatus curse more times
that he could remember, but he could only hold his composure for so long with this
onslaught of pleasure flowing through his manhood.

Severus loved that he could cause her to climb the
walls. She smelled heavenly and tasted even sweeter. His tongue laved her
folds, delving deeper than he thought possible. His large nose brushed over her
nub, causing another scream to go echoing through the room. His name had never
sounded as beautiful as it did coming from her mouth in the throes of passion.
He was starting to feel the heat in his penis start to grow into an inferno and
knew that she was close.

Heat radiated through Hermione’s body as her orgasm
neared. She had never felt anything this intense and wondered briefly if the
spell reflected his sensations back to her, or if this was just the result of
his talented tongue. The pressure was building, her toes curled into the sheet
and her hands grasped his head, holding him there. She was so close, “Oh… Gods…
Severus… d-don’t…stop. Please… don’t stop,” she breathed. His actions sped up,
licking, rubbing, tasting, nuzzling. Suddenly he slid two fingers into her core
and focused his mouth’s attention on her clitoris. Seconds later she was
screaming his name to the Gods. And he almost released his own load as the
powerful manifestation of her orgasm flowed through his testicles.

He kept kissing her center until her body relaxed
from her release. Once she started to calm down he raised himself up and
crawled up next to her caressing her soft skin as she came down from her high.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips and moved to nuzzle her neck. “I love you,
Hermione. So much,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. She smiled and rolled
toward him, rubbing his strong back.

“I love you, too Severus… that was… phenomenal,” she
whispered back between breaths. He smiled and kissed her soundly on the mouth,
pulling her closer so that his erection pressed against the apex of her thighs.

Hermione reached around and grasped his arse,
pressing him even closer to her. “Hermione…” he started after he released their
kiss to catch his breath.

Hermione stilled him with two fingers against his
lips. “Severus, let me make love to you.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly as he rolled her
onto her back and positioned himself at her entrance. “I love you,” he
whispered as he sheathed himself into her heat. He quickly found a rhythm, and
slowly made love to the woman under him. The spell Hermione had cast had not
worn off, so he was feeling the intense pleasure from both himself and from her.
There was no way he could last very long like this, and was glad that he
pleased Hermione first.

Little did he know that Hermione was feeling the
same barrage of pleasure. She could indeed feel what he felt and she was
getting closer by the second. She lazily brought her own hands to her breasts,
caressing them, teasing, twisting. Severus moaned at the sight of his goddess
playing with her own body. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth as
she fondled herself. At this angle, his pubic bone rubbed against her clit with
each thrust. Her muscles were tightening around him, bringing him that much
closer to spilling over the edge. His thrusts sped up and he added a little
more hip rotation, sending her into yet another powerful orgasm. Stars crept
into the corners of his eyes with the feeling of her contracting around him
along with the spell’s recreation of her climax. One more thrust into her,
burying himself to the hilt, sent him into oblivion, his seed spilling deep
into her.

Many moments later, he was still seated inside her,
trying to catch his breath. She lazily ran her fingers through his dark hair. She
ran her fingers across his face, reading his expression. His cheeks were wet
with tears and she leaned up to kiss them away. She smiled at him devilishly,
“Hmmm… I think paybacks are… delicious.” He could only respond by capturing her
lips with his in a passionate kiss.


“Asotus compos,*” literal translation from Latin is ‘sensual sharing’