Be My Valentine, Professor Snape - REPOST :)

Chapter 3 ~ Call Him Mr. Foreplay

Snape’s lips moved from Hermione’s mouth to her jaw line, over her throat and slowly came to rest near the sighing witch’s ear.

“I need to make you aware, Miss Granger…Hermione, that my attentions are not based in love, but in pleasure...my pleasure. I haven’t been involved with a witch I could kiss or indulge myself with as intimately as I would like for a very long time, so you will reap the benefits of my long hiatus. In other words, I will be ‘making love’ to you by default.”

Snape flicked his tongue over the shell of Hermione’s ear, causing the witch to shudder deliciously before he continued.

“I know these are not the most romantic words to whisper to a woman in this situation, but I want to be sure you understand this is a tryst and nothing more, despite how I make you feel…and I will make you feel, Hermione,” the wizard said, “Because that will bring me pleasure.”

The Potions Master kissed his way back to her lips, then looked down at her.

“Valentine’s Day…the day of ‘Love,’” he chuckled, his eyes dark with delight, “I know that you have a love of gaining knowledge, Hermione, though at this…”

He licked her cheek, tasting his lips as if she were coated with sugar then continued

“…particular moment it is not on the top of your ‘to do’ list. But I am a teacher, and what is more I find it amusing that I have been blessed with this gift tonight because of a holiday that was once celebrated by slaughtering goats and using their blood-dipped strips of skin to whip the women of the village into fertility…” he crooned, then paused

“Which reminds me….”

He slid off Hermione and reached over to his nightstand where his wand rested. He picked it up and placed the tip of it beneath Hermione’s navel and whispered a contraceptive spell. He put his wand back and rolled back on top of the witch.

“Better safe than pregnant,” he said to Hermione, kissing her again as he slid his hands down her sides.

“Do…do you always talk so much, Professor?” Hermione breathed at him.

Snape scowled. She finally speaks and this is what she says to him?

“Are you suggesting there are better things I could be doing with my mouth, witch?” he said darkly, “Things like this?”

Snape kissed her briefly, then slid his lips over her chin, sliding his lean body downward as he lightly nipped, licked and sucked at her throat, Hermione arching and gasping at the feel of his mouth on her skin. The wizard slid his hands up her arms slowly, grasping her wrists and holding them down, pinning the witch to the bed.

He looked up at her, his lank hair framing his face.

“As you probably knew from your years as a student of mine, I have serious control issues,” Snape purred, nipping her chin, then continuing his downward journey, sliding his lips over the mound of her breasts, biting the firm flesh gently, then running his tongue over the area as if to soothe it.

No one had ever used teeth on Hermione, and she found it both frightening and arousing, scared the wizard would break skin, but he seemed to know how to stop before causing true pain. It was as if Snape were trying to inhale her breasts at first, opening his mouth wide and taking in as much as he could of each one, sucking hard then running his tongue around the tight nipple, Hermione moaning as little electric jolts seemed to radiate from the puckered peak, making her body jerk in reaction.

The wizard took his time going over her torso, licking, sucking, kissing and nipping not only her breasts but her sides, not missing an inch of skin. Hermione felt as if she were something almost edible, Snape tasted her flesh so completely…and every place his lips touched seemed to burn. Was he using some type of sex magic on her to enhance her responses?

“You’re…using…magic…on…me!” Hermione gasped, arching up as the wizard kissed her belly, his lank hair dragging over her skin. Snape looked up at her as Hermione lifted her head to look at him. He frowned slightly

“You insult me, witch. I don’t need to use magic on you. I am a Master when it comes to sex as well,” he said to her, lapping her navel with his tongue, his dark eyes flashing at her as her head dropped back down.

Snape began to kiss her lower belly, releasing her wrists now and caressing her body slowly, teasingly as he ran his tongue across her upper thighs, Hermione almost feeling as if she were a balloon being inflated by his touch, each caress of those pale hands filling her with heat and lifting her higher.

Gods his mouth was so soft, his tongue so supple, slippery…she wanted it at her core and wantonly spread her legs for the wizard, who was concentrating on kissing her right thigh. Snape stopped and looked at Hermione’s pink core, his nostrils widening as he inhaled the scent of her, studying the little droplets of lubrication that clung like opaque pearls to her curling chestnut pubic hair. The witch’s clitoris was peaked and rigid, full of blood. There was no doubt the witch was turned on by him.

Snape licked his lips, then rose to his knees, Hermione frowning at him. He was supposed to have dived right in. Her eyes fell on his thick, long cock. It was pale, the head fluted and almost purple. Pulsing veins encircled the shaft. It bounced as Hermione licked her lips. He had the biggest cock she ever saw. Suddenly, she didn’t care which head ended up between her thighs, as long as one of them got there soon.

Snape looked down on her soberly, placing his hands on his hip, seeming to pose. There was more to him than his cock after all.
“What are you doing?” she asked him.

”Giving you a good look at me, witch. I am more than one huge penis,” he replied.

Hermione sniggered despite her delicious situation. Professor Severus Snape had been called a dick behind his back by students so often, he might as well have been one. The wizard scowled at her, having an inkling as to what she sniggered about.

Hermione’s eyes drifted up his body. Snape was pale all over, lean but strong, with a well-defined musculature, his cock resting in a snarl of black hair that ran up his lower belly in a thick silky line ending just below his navel. The wizard had sparse black hair scattered on his arms and thighs. Several thin scars crossed his hairless torso, wrapping around his body. The witch’s eyes were appreciative and Snape smirked, apparently satisfied. Suddenly he fell forward on his hands and knees, bent over Hermione, his hair a curtain around his face as he looked down at her.

Hermione let out a frustrated groan. No…he was just down at the good end.

”What are you doing?” she asked him again, sounded a bit aggravated.

“Turn over on your stomach,” Snape growled, “And get up on your hands and knees.”

Hermione felt a pulse go through her. Was the wizard going directly for the gold now? She hoped so. She rolled over to her stomach under him and lay there, waiting for the wizard to move so she could push up on her hands and knees as he directed.

“What are you waiting for?” Snape asked her.

“You’re over me,” Hermione replied, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Yes, and intend to be for quite sometime,” he purred, “Now up witch.”

Hermione pushed up on her hands and knees, Snape’s strong body covering hers, her back pressing against his chest. The wizard pulled her hair aside, and kissed her throat, his hands reaching under her to fondle and caress her breasts as he moved his lips down the nape of her neck and over her shoulders, once again nipping, sucking, licking as Hermione groaned and purred like a kitten, pressing her buttocks back, coming into contact with his hard cock and shuddering as he rubbed it between her cheeks sensually.

Hermione let out a hiss as she felt lubrication roll from out of her. She pressed against the wizard harder, rolling her hips and grinding against him. She was rewarded by his breathing becoming harsh and heavy. Then he broke contact as his mouth moved over her back, his hands moving over her belly and thighs, making no attempt to touch where she badly wanted touching. He moved further back, biting the soft flesh of her buttocks now, then pausing as he reached for his wand again and placed the tip against her rectum and murmured a spell. Hermione felt a foaming sensation in her bowels.

The witch stiffened immediately, then threw herself flat on the bed clenching her buttocks together tightly.

“No!” Hermione breathed, “I can’t do that, Professor…you’re too big. I won’t.”

Snape looked down at the witch’s clenched ass and chuckled.

“Hermione, I wasn’t going to penetrate you with my cock. I simply cleansed you to make your body pristine for my tongue. No need to fly out of the bed witch. Now unclench your buttocks before they get stuck that way, and get back to your knees like a good little witch,” he said silkily, drawing his hand down her spine, coaxing her back to her hands and knees.

“That’s right,” he purred at her, returning to his worship of her full cheeks and letting his tongue slip between them. Hermione squealed as he spread her buttocks, his limber tongue flicking over her tight little puckerhole as he caressed her thighs, then grasped the front of them firmly and penetrated Hermione with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my gods,” she cried, wriggling as the wizard held her firmly, tonguing and rimming her unmercifully, Hermione reaching around and catching a handful of his hair, tugging it as he delved inside her. No one had ever done this to her before and it felt good, wild and incredibly, incredibly dirty.

Hermione loved it, her thighs getting more slippery every moment.

Snape stopped and released Hermione who was panting, her entire body ready for the real thing now. But the wizard moved back even further, then flipped to his back, his legs over the edge of the bed and feet on the floor. He pulled her back.

“Give it here, witch,” he hissed looking up at her glistening pussy.

Hermione lowered her pussy on his face and Snape began eating her out, swirling his tongue over her sensitive flesh, sucking and pulling on her clit and plunging his tongue in and out of her until Hermione ground down on his face so hard he could barely breathe.

“Oh gods, Professor! Yes! Shit! Yes!” the witch cried out uninhibitedly as the wizard held her securely by her waist and took his fill, his eyes closed with pleasure, the scent of the witch filling his nostrils, his cock almost completely red with blood, swollen to full capacity. Hermione began to quake, her pussy throbbing. Snape clutched her close, thrusting his tongue as deep inside her as it would go.

Hermione let out a shriek and came, her hot flow pouring over his tongue, the wizard withdrawing it and drinking down her release, his own body shuddering as he devoured her sweetness. Damn, it had been so long since he had this pleasure. He swallowed every drop, licking her thighs and not missing a bit of her gift.

Snape stayed with her until her last moan, then worked his way upward, not allowing her to dismount, sliding his lean body upward until his cock was beneath her and his head rested on the pillows. He looked up at the witch, her hair damp and a riot of ringlets around her face. Hermione’s amber eyes were hungry as she looked down at him.

“Fuck me now,” she breathed.

Snape quirked his lips at her.

“I thought you wanted me to ‘make love’ to you,” he replied, his eyes smoldering.

“Fuck, make love…I don’t care what you call it, Professor. I want your cock in me,” Hermione hissed, grinding down on his swollen organ and whirling her hips almost viciously.

Snape let out a deep, feral growl as her heat pressed down on him. He pushed her hips up, breaking the contact.

“You’re a demanding little witch, aren’t you?” he said, his face slightly contorted, reaching down and grasping his cock, “But if you want it want it, Hermione…it’s yours.”

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A/N: Got sick again…sorry for the wait. ***