Five Steps To Mastering The Senses
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,180
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Touch
Touch
Hermione paced her rooms, arguing, reasoning, justifying, contemplating, and finally just admitting that she wanted more from Professor Snape. Her first two interactions with him were beyond words and she craved more. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of his office door. She raised her fist to knock, but before she could it opened, giving her some reassurance that he was expecting her. She slowly pushed the door further open and cautiously stepped in. She took her time, scanning his office for his presence. Hearing the door click behind her, she spun around just in time to see him snap his fingers. The blindfold was once more in place.
She bit her bottom lip in anticipation of tonight’s lesson. He secured the blindfold and stepped back, watching her reaction. Hermione was calm. Her arms lay by her sides and she did not move. Severus admired her from a short distance. She stood tall and proud waiting for him to begin.
‘Trust,’ he thought. Something she should not have in him. Silently he stepped toward her and held a small vial to her lips.
“Drink,” he commanded. She did so without reservation. The liquid was warm to touch, but iced her throat down to her stomach as she swallowed. Taking a deep breath to allow the warm air around her to warm her insides, she felt an intense increase of pressure in between her legs. She became acutely aware of how sexually aroused she was. She brushed her hand in front of her pelvis to see what was causing such changes, but there was nothing.
“Touch,” he said smoothly in her ear. He grabbed her wrist and brought it quickly to his chest. “Touch,” he repeated.
She rested her hand on his chest. As she slowly moved her fingers she discovered she was touching skin, but was it his? She drew lazy circles on the skin and in synchronized movements she felt the same lazy circles being drawn on her chest.
‘Was he mocking her movements?’ she asked herself. Not sure what was occurring, she made a few complicated strokes, breaking the pattern she had originally started. Again, she felt each stroke, each caress on her own skin. She brought her other hand up to his chest and felt it on her skin.
‘The potion,’ she smiled. She understood. The potion was causing her to feel what he was experiencing. She brought both hands up to his, circling her thumbs along his jaw. At the same time they both tilted their heads back in reaction. Hermione’s thumbs felt his skin, a day’s growth of facial hair, and his lips. She traced his nose and eyebrows, memorizing everything. She ran her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck and along his shoulders. Along his bare shoulders she ran her fingers down his arms.
Every movement she felt on her body but she also felt where he desired to be touched. Bringing her hands back to his chest, she slowly dragged her nails down his skin and they both inhaled sharply. Her fingers stopped at his waist where his trousers were.
She ran her fingers along the waistband, dipping them below it. Again the pressure in her groin increased, but she also felt a bit of a twitch. The desire to remove his trousers and continue her exploration of him was excruciating. Her fingers quickly unfastened his belt, then his pants and pulled them off. The removal of his pants released the strain she had been feeling, but increased her desire even more. Her fingers ached to touch his cock. His desire was strong in her and she couldn’t fight it. Wrapping one hand around his cock, the other began to squeeze stroke the head of his penis. Sharing the sensation of her touch, they both inhaled sharply.
Her fingers grazed across his head to the underside where she traced the ridge. His cock twitched in her hand and both exhaled slowly. Neither one said a word as his desires became hers and together they controlled her movements.
Her fingers circled his shaft and stroked it slowly down to his balls, and back up to both squeeze and pull at his head. Drops of warm fluid escaped. Using her thumb she rubbed the liquid over his swollen head and then rubbed deeper where the skin split and the source of the liquid was.
Her other hand moved to his balls. She kneaded and rubbed them, grazing them with her fingers’ nails, rolling them in her hand. Her hand then traveled further below them to the base of his balls and applied more pressure with her thumb. The pressure was building for both of them as she continued her ministrations with both hands. Their release was near, both begging her to continue, to just do it, to reward them for the torture she was putting them through.
Their hips were thrusting as she stroked his cock aggressively. They were panting in anticipation of their release, but suddenly he grabbed her hands and stopped her.
“Touch,” he whispered breathlessly. Hermione stood there, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears. Her throat was dry from her pants and sharp inhales.
Biting her bottom lip, she opened her eyes to discover the blindfold had once again been removed. Looking around to find him, he was gone. She closed her eyes, trying to feel his needs, his desires but the connection was broken. All that was left was the warmth between her legs and the need for her release. She left his office quietly.
Severus stormed into his private rooms and placed the wards on his bedroom door. Grabbing a glass, he filled it with firewhiskey and drank it. It burned going down, but did not mask the flood of emotions that consumed him. He had crossed the line with a student – with the Know It All. He snorted and filled his glass again and quickly drained the contents.
“Damn you, Hermione!” he spat, throwing his glass against the mantel, causing it to shatter.
His groin ached. Unfastening his trousers, he released his cock. Stroking himself he came, providing his own release. The only sound that was made was the whispering of her name.
TBC
Hermione paced her rooms, arguing, reasoning, justifying, contemplating, and finally just admitting that she wanted more from Professor Snape. Her first two interactions with him were beyond words and she craved more. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of his office door. She raised her fist to knock, but before she could it opened, giving her some reassurance that he was expecting her. She slowly pushed the door further open and cautiously stepped in. She took her time, scanning his office for his presence. Hearing the door click behind her, she spun around just in time to see him snap his fingers. The blindfold was once more in place.
She bit her bottom lip in anticipation of tonight’s lesson. He secured the blindfold and stepped back, watching her reaction. Hermione was calm. Her arms lay by her sides and she did not move. Severus admired her from a short distance. She stood tall and proud waiting for him to begin.
‘Trust,’ he thought. Something she should not have in him. Silently he stepped toward her and held a small vial to her lips.
“Drink,” he commanded. She did so without reservation. The liquid was warm to touch, but iced her throat down to her stomach as she swallowed. Taking a deep breath to allow the warm air around her to warm her insides, she felt an intense increase of pressure in between her legs. She became acutely aware of how sexually aroused she was. She brushed her hand in front of her pelvis to see what was causing such changes, but there was nothing.
“Touch,” he said smoothly in her ear. He grabbed her wrist and brought it quickly to his chest. “Touch,” he repeated.
She rested her hand on his chest. As she slowly moved her fingers she discovered she was touching skin, but was it his? She drew lazy circles on the skin and in synchronized movements she felt the same lazy circles being drawn on her chest.
‘Was he mocking her movements?’ she asked herself. Not sure what was occurring, she made a few complicated strokes, breaking the pattern she had originally started. Again, she felt each stroke, each caress on her own skin. She brought her other hand up to his chest and felt it on her skin.
‘The potion,’ she smiled. She understood. The potion was causing her to feel what he was experiencing. She brought both hands up to his, circling her thumbs along his jaw. At the same time they both tilted their heads back in reaction. Hermione’s thumbs felt his skin, a day’s growth of facial hair, and his lips. She traced his nose and eyebrows, memorizing everything. She ran her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck and along his shoulders. Along his bare shoulders she ran her fingers down his arms.
Every movement she felt on her body but she also felt where he desired to be touched. Bringing her hands back to his chest, she slowly dragged her nails down his skin and they both inhaled sharply. Her fingers stopped at his waist where his trousers were.
She ran her fingers along the waistband, dipping them below it. Again the pressure in her groin increased, but she also felt a bit of a twitch. The desire to remove his trousers and continue her exploration of him was excruciating. Her fingers quickly unfastened his belt, then his pants and pulled them off. The removal of his pants released the strain she had been feeling, but increased her desire even more. Her fingers ached to touch his cock. His desire was strong in her and she couldn’t fight it. Wrapping one hand around his cock, the other began to squeeze stroke the head of his penis. Sharing the sensation of her touch, they both inhaled sharply.
Her fingers grazed across his head to the underside where she traced the ridge. His cock twitched in her hand and both exhaled slowly. Neither one said a word as his desires became hers and together they controlled her movements.
Her fingers circled his shaft and stroked it slowly down to his balls, and back up to both squeeze and pull at his head. Drops of warm fluid escaped. Using her thumb she rubbed the liquid over his swollen head and then rubbed deeper where the skin split and the source of the liquid was.
Her other hand moved to his balls. She kneaded and rubbed them, grazing them with her fingers’ nails, rolling them in her hand. Her hand then traveled further below them to the base of his balls and applied more pressure with her thumb. The pressure was building for both of them as she continued her ministrations with both hands. Their release was near, both begging her to continue, to just do it, to reward them for the torture she was putting them through.
Their hips were thrusting as she stroked his cock aggressively. They were panting in anticipation of their release, but suddenly he grabbed her hands and stopped her.
“Touch,” he whispered breathlessly. Hermione stood there, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears. Her throat was dry from her pants and sharp inhales.
Biting her bottom lip, she opened her eyes to discover the blindfold had once again been removed. Looking around to find him, he was gone. She closed her eyes, trying to feel his needs, his desires but the connection was broken. All that was left was the warmth between her legs and the need for her release. She left his office quietly.
Severus stormed into his private rooms and placed the wards on his bedroom door. Grabbing a glass, he filled it with firewhiskey and drank it. It burned going down, but did not mask the flood of emotions that consumed him. He had crossed the line with a student – with the Know It All. He snorted and filled his glass again and quickly drained the contents.
“Damn you, Hermione!” he spat, throwing his glass against the mantel, causing it to shatter.
His groin ached. Unfastening his trousers, he released his cock. Stroking himself he came, providing his own release. The only sound that was made was the whispering of her name.
TBC