Unexpected Love

Ok, so I may have done this odd but I\'m not good at uploading things. Anyway, SMUT ALERT!!!!!! LOL


She suddenly grins. “What drink I want next!” She grabs another bottle and pries it open. “Want some?”
He pushes his glass towards her but waits til she sips hers before downing his. “You said I decide what we are to do?”
She looks up at him, eyes never straying from his. “Yes.”
He looks down at his glass, breaking the contact. “If I say I want to play chess?”
“We play chess.” She replies.
“And if I want to play cards?” He asks again.
“We play cards.” She replies again.
“If I want to just sit here and be quiet?” He lifts brow as he studies the glass in his hands.
“I would sit here and be a mouse til you told me otherwise.” She sighs.
“And if I told you all I wanted was for you to give me sex all night?” He peers at her from the cover of his hair.
“Clothes or no clothes?” She deadpans back.
“What?” He lifts his head in shock.
“Do you want me to strip for you or would you rather take my clothes off on your own?” She feels a low burning desire in him and smiles seductively t him.
“You can’t be serious. You would go that far?” He frowns at her, still confused by her.
“I would.” She tilts her head, lifting a brow of her own. “Do you not think I would enjoy such an activity with you?”
He looks down at his glass again. “I am not exactly what one looks for when they think in those terms.” He mutters as he lifts his glass to his lips.
Her eyes bore into him, feeling his pain. “You do not give yourself enough credit, Severus.” She slowly rises from her chair, walking over to his. “You are a very handsome man once you get past the rough attitude.”
He watches her as she sits down on the arm of his chair. “Mere words spoken to deceive.”
“On the contrary, I only speak the truth. I am unable to lie to you.” She leans closer, breath light on his skin. “But I do not have to use words.”
Her lips touch his and for a moment he hesitates before opening his mouth to her questing tongue. His body begins to burn as she pushes deeper into his mouth, warring with his tongue. His hand slips up to her face, cupping her chin. She finally gently pulls away, gasping for breath. “Do you believe me now?” She whispers huskily.
“Possibly.” He whispers back, finger gently tracing her jaw line. “But I do not convince easily.”
She smiles, lifting a brow at him. “Will you allow me to show you another way?”
His eyes narrow at her. “How?”
“Trust me.” She whispers as she brushes her lips against his. “I will not hurt you.”
He slowly relaxes his body, mind finally succumbing to her insistence. “Very well.” He whispers against her lips.
She slowly closes her eyes, relaxing her mental barriers. He feels an odd sensation of duality as she projects her feelings onto him. He gasps at the sensations running through him as her hand runs along his arm, desire quickly growing. Her lips meet his again and the hunger inside her grows, a need to feel him filling her completely.
He moans against her lips, feeling her desire go from a slow burn to an all-consuming flame. She finally pulls away from him, standing up and walking across the room to the fireplace. He tries to control his breathing instead of allowing it to come out in hurried gasps. He opens his eyes and watches her from across the room.
“That is you?” He whispers, the sensations still there but muted to a tolerable level.
“It is.” She whispers back, staring down into the fire and trying to control her emotions.
He rises from the chair, striding across the floor til he is stag beg behind her. His arms snake around her body, pulling her close to him. He pulls her hair away from her neck, gently nibbling on it as he presses his body against her. “I cannot promise to be what you expect.” He whispers in her ear. “I am just as rough in other ways as I am in my attitude.”
She leans against him, enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers. “I can take whatever you dish out and more.”
He growls low in his throat and roughly spins her around, capturing her mouth with his. He tastes blood as his teeth graze against her lips, suckling her tongue into his mouth. His hands roam to the bodice of her dress, grasping the ties and pulling with force. Her dress rips down the front with a loud tearing sound and he can feel her body tremble in response. Her own hands find the buttons of his jacket, pulling them off one by one. He growls again, cupping a breast in his hand and bringing it to his lips. He savagely nips at it, teasing the bites marks with his tongue and sending more shivers down her body.
He feels her nails rake down his bare chest, leaving trails of broken skin in their wake. He lifts her naked body into his arm, carrying her to the couch and switching his attention to the other breast. He roughly pushes her down onto the couch, pulling the remains of his clothing off him and tossing it to the floor. He suddenly feels her desire flare even hotter at the sight of his naked body. He has never felt someone want his so badly before and it makes his hunger for her almost uncontrollable. He doesn’t wait to see if she is ready for him before plunging his length into her, letting her desire control his actions. She cries out in surprise and gasps in pleasure as he pushes into her completely. His mouth crashes against hers again, hungrily trying to devour all he can of her.
He takes her so hard he can feel the couch shaking beneath them and yet she cries out in pleasure from his onslaught instead of pain as he expected. He can feel the orgasm building within her, muscles growing taut by the second. He lifts her legs, bringing them over his shoulders and driving in even deeper. She throws her head back and screams out his name as her first orgasm rips through her. He slows his pace, careful not to join her so soon as her muscles tighten and spasm around him. When he finally feels it subside, he pulls out of her and leans away.
“Turn over.” His silky voice commands her as he gazes hungrily down at her.
She pants as she does as he commands, legs shaking a bit from the abuse. She can feel how swollen and wet she is as she moves and she knows that if he plunges back into her, she will nearly cum again just from sensitivity. His hand caresses her head, gently pushing her down into the couch as he lifts her butt more into the air to meet him. He slides deep inside her, one hand gripping her waist in a steel vise grip while the other runs down her back. She nearly screams his name as he slams into her hard. Suddenly she feels his free hand rubbing her butt gently as he works back up to his harsh pace inside her. She moans from the pleasure and nearly faints when his hand lifts, only to return seconds later with stinging force. Every three strokes he smacks her hard on her right cheek leaving red marks on her skin. He moans as every hit causes her to tighten even more around his length. He knows he won’t last much longer from the onslaught of emotions coming from her and the feel of her almost vise like grip on his manhood. He plunges ever deeper into her, amazed at the pleasure he knows he is truly giving her. She screams out as another orgasm rips through her, pushing back against him with enough force to nearly make him lose his footing. Her muscles’ stroking him is too much finally and he plunges as deep as he can into her one last time. She hears him cry out and tense up as his juices flow with hers.