Snape and the Muggle woman

Feeling reckless

When she woke up he was still there, not on top of her but lying next to her. One arm was under her neck, the other over her waist. There was no escaping without waking him up. Not that she wanted to at the moment, she felt his warm breath in her neck and when she thought of their recent lovemaking she felt hot waves going through her body, originating from her womb.
His face looked more handsome without the sneer, no: less dangerous she corrected herself. There was something about him: she had felt some kind of power emanating from him. It had been almost visible to her. It was not only his attitude, she noticed he was used to giving orders and not very patient with non-compliance. She still detected his power as he lay sleeping beside her but it was not as palpable as when she had woken up with him looming over her.
Her friends sometimes joked that she was a witch because she had an uncanny ability to detect lies and untruths. Which came in very handy when teaching a class full of 16 year olds, mostly boys because her subject was physics. And she had three black cats that followed her down the street when she had to go find one of her kids when they had not informed her of their whereabouts. She even had a third nipple, in the middle ages a sure sign of a witch because it was supposedly where a familiar (little demon) sucked blood from her. A pretty gross story she had thought reading it, a lot of to do about something not bigger than a little mole. She was glad to be living in the here and now. She joked about being a witch (she did not know this but her students called her the lab witch, but that was mostly because of her laughter that could be heard in the next classroom) but she did not believe any of it herself. She put her ability down to her reading the body language of a person, she just had a knack for this, that was all.

She suddenly remembered where she had seen him before, strangely it was in a dream she had. She had been so aroused she could not think straight. Pretty good dream that was. All that buttons being undone, anticipation mounting unbearably. He had told her something she realised with a start, he told her he was a wizard and he had slipped her a potion. Cool detail she had thought then, she had been proud of her own sex dream , thought it very imaginative. ‘Could it possibly have been real?’, she asked herself ‘or am I dreaming now?’ She was soon to find out because she felt him stir beside her.

“Ready for those questions now or did you have more of the same in mind? You seemed to enjoy that immensely woman”, he drawled while he pulled her closer to him. “And none of that infernal struggling please” he informed her haughtily. “You know what is going to happen now”
“I have a question first”, she blurted out. “I would like to know if that was the first fuck I had in three years or was the last time only last week?”
Satisfied to see a fleeting look of surprise on his face she looked up at him. “I should be afraid of you shouldn’t I?”, she said to his face with a big smile: “I think you are a very dangerous man”.
She amazed herself with her own flippancy. She truly was not afraid of him no matter how strange the circumstances. She chuckled when she felt him grow hard again, his erection pushing against her leg. She put her arms around him and whispered seductively in his ear “More of the same please, we can talk later, when it starts hurting”.

He could not help but being thoroughly amazed by this woman, another dazzling smile invoking a tugging in his loins. God how he wanted to ravish this woman. Infernal muggle: driving him to distraction all week when he thought he had scratched the itch and could get on with more important matters.
He felt her giggle when she detected his growing hard again. Her whispering making him even harder.
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms wide again, placing a kiss on a collarbone.
“Please let me touch you”, she begged. He looked at her and noticed she had beautiful green eyes.
“When I say stop you stop or I will have to tie you down again”, he said looking at her sternly with his almost black eyes.
“I will be a good girl, no struggling and I will immediately stop when so prompted”, she said with a big smile.
“You are not making fun of me woman, I hope?”, he said while releasing his hold on her wrists.
She sensed the danger but could not help herself answering: “My friends call me Anne and when you make love to me some more you could definitely become one”.
“Please woman hold your tongue for a while”, he growled and went back to her collarbone, his hands now free to roam other parts of her body.

She tentatively reached out for his hair, she wanted to feel it on her fingers. It felt thick and velvety smooth while she ran her fingers through it. Her hands were on his shoulders and then stroked his arms, he was hard and sinewy and his skin felt smooth and warm to the touch. She felt exhilarated lying in bed with this strange man, she knew being afraid was more appropriate. To hell with being afraid she thought and pushed him onto his back. He resisted at first, looking suspiciously at her first but finally letting himself be pushed on his back. When she kissed him he responded hungrily. Coming up for breath she looked into his black unfathomable eyes. There was a hint of amusement around his mouth, she would take that smirk of his face. She lifted herself up a bit and moved her head down to his chest, letting her breasts with the hard nipples trail over his body. She moved to his side and kissed the smooth tender skin under his arm. His scent coming from his armpit smelled good to her, a clean, virile and masculine scent. With her nose and nipping with her mouth she trailed over his chest, here and there sucking a little on his skin angling down towards his waist. Her fingers traced the sides of his body, she did not have long fingernails and she pressed her fingers firmly into his skin. She came up a bit and took his right nipple into her mouth, letting her tongue flick over it. With her hand she teased the left nipple until they were both hard and erect. She came up and planted a long and hard kiss on his mouth, sucking on his tongue. From there she took his left nipple in her mouth and let her fingers play with the right. She detected he started breathing deeper, sometimes hissing a little. With her hands on his nipples she let her mouth trail wetly from his chest to his groin, when meeting the black hairs on his belly she angled sideways avoiding his erection and went for the inside of his legs instead. She kneeled between his legs and looked up at him, his eyes were open and she enjoyed looking into their dark depths for a moment. Delicately she coaxed his cock upright and took the tip into her mouth. He was uncircumcised and she used her hands to tease back the foreskin so she could reach all his sensitive spots with her tongue. He tasted salty and she felt moisture coming out of the opening. She lapped over his cock and started sucking on it. She felt the muscles in his legs tremble slightly as she started moving her head up and down, her lips gliding over the length of his shaft. Her hands trailed over his body, giving attention to his balls and his nipples. She felt his hands weaving themselves into her hair, his hips sometimes thrusting forward a little so he cock went deeper into her mouth. She felt his orgasm building, his breath coming irregularly and finally when she felt his seed spurt in her mouth she quickly swallowed it to keep from gagging. He pulled her toward him and she nestled beside him, listening to his breathing becoming regular again. “I have to take a shower for a while, you are still oozing out of me”, she said to him. He looked to her almost asleep and she made to climb out of the bed but he pulled her back and whispered in her ear: “Make sure you come back here fast, we are not finished yet”.