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Three
Chapter Three
Nearly a week went by with no communication between the two magickal homes on the quiet street. Arabella went through her days just as she had planned. She took every opportunity she could to torture the man she craved. Her hopes lay in the fact that while most persons seldom thought of him as such, he truly was a man and had the weaknesses of a man. During the day, she spread her mat on the front lawn and worked through her yoga exercises. He never stepped outside while she was out there, but she felt his eyes watching her every move, caressing the gentle womanly swellings as she contorted herself into shapes that were a guarantee to drive him insane with curiosity. She’d not met a man yet who could resist letting their mind wander at how many acrobatic positions she might accomplish with the extent of her flexibility. Severus was not immune to such ruminations, either.
When her yoga was done, she would shower and change into her gardening attire: shorts which covered just enough to be decent and a half-shirt that pressed tight enough to make the most of her minor cleavage. After her gardening efforts were done, Arabella would make her way to the back of the house, toward the small stream. Articles of clothing dropped on the way; by the time she reached water’s edge, she was nude. A few laps along the bank saw her resting on the grass, absorbing the warmth of the summer sun.
Severus quit fighting after only a couple days of this routine. He was, after all, a man, and a single, lonely, unattached man at that.
With all the torture of the day, though, it was the night that drove hardest.
Arabella sat cross-legged on the floor, her tools spread before her. She would wear the man down, if it was the last thing she did on this earth. Her hand raised over the crystal orb before her, slowly dropping patchouli-scented powder upon the surface. Her lips barely moved with the incantation. She placed one hand on the crystal and closed her eyes.
It didn’t take long to get within the confines of his mind anymore. After five days of constant sensory battery, he was weakened and welcomed the intrusion, though he thought the things in his mind were his own conjuring.
The shadow of his mental self stood beneath the spray of his shower. His eyes were closed, his face contorted. It didn’t take long to discover what created his expression. “Humph,” she grunted. “So, you think you’ll get off that easily, do you? You have no idea who you’re up against, Severus Snape.”
Her projection approached his figure, quickly altering his thought patterns so that the shower became her cascading waterfall tub. The change in acoustics brought his eyes open just as she stepped under the stream in front of him. Her voice floated eerily as she spoke. “You know that’s not going to take care of it, don’t you, Severus? You know that the feeling will still be there when you wake because it just isn’t the real thing. The true feel of my soft hands,” she slid her palms down along his chest, following the ridges to his hips, reaching behind him, taking a cheek in each hand and squeezing. “You know that this thought won’t replace the feel of my moist lips.” Arabella slid slowly to her knees, pulling his swollen shaft deep inside her mouth then slowly pulling back.” You know that nothing will replace the amazing sensation of having that massive length buried deep within my womanly core, don’t you?”
Even in this mental state, the man gasped as she took him again with her lips, pulling him as deep as he would go.
“Even in my dreams, you never let me rest.”
Arabella growled, letting the vibrations caress his manhood before she stood before him again. “All you have to do is come over, Severus. I’m waiting for you.” She tightened her hands around him once more to cement that idea. She knew he couldn’t hold out much longer; he was barely able to maintain any dignity already. She backed out of the shower, glanced longingly once more at his amazing nude form, then traveled back along the spirit path to her body.
Her hands shook as she worked to collect her tools and store them again. If she hadn’t forced herself to leave his mind, their spiritual forms would have enjoyed a most satisfactory joining. She was wound tight and aching for completion. Her gaze drifted across the street as she drew steaming water into her tub. “How much longer, Severus? How much longer can you hold out against me?”
Arabella sighed and stripped, stepping into the luxurious water. She leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and let her own hands wander as his had done.
Severus nearly fell from the sofa. He was rock hard, screaming for release. If something didn’t happen soon, he felt he would truly lose his mind. The woman was driving him beyond mad. He couldn’t even nap without visions of her perfect form settling within his mind. He’d never had trouble keeping his thoughts occupied as he was having with his gorgeous neighbor. He stood and paced the floor, begging his erection to subside. It, however, had a mind of its own, and Severus was very well aware why. Although he fought it, he knew he wanted Arabella. He wanted her so bad he could still feel the velvet of her mouth.
Uncharacteristic spontaneity settled in the pit of his stomach, building strength as it spread through his muscles. Before he realized exactly what he was doing, he found himself peering through the double-pane windows next to the front room. The curtains stood wide open, though anyone slightly shorter than he would not be able to gaze at the vision before him. Severus drew his wand, whispering a chant as he aimed at the wall before him. Slowly, the particles rearranged, creating a brief opening through which he silently trod.
The gentle trickle of water over rocks, mingled with the soft notes of some very seductive music, covered any sound made by his entrance. His eyes focused on the view presented to him with great interest. Her wet hair plastered backwards and lay over the edge of the tub, dangling to the floor below. Her eyes were shut, her hands slowly trailing along her bosom, then below the surface. The waterfall façade created a peaceful ambience so that he wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Masses of white bubbles covered everything which rested beneath the surface of the water.
His breath caught as he allowed his mind to drift where the suds hid. He was angry at her; he was here to berate her for her seductress behavior. He swallowed hard, though the motion was pointless as his mouth was as dry as a week-old bone. I should just leave and come in through the door like normal humans. Severus turned away from the spectacular image and cursed himself for a fool.
Arabella knew he was there. She could feel his eyes burning a path along the exposed flesh, wishing to see more. Her own webs of thought peered into his, making quick note of the chastisement taking place. A scrape sounded from the tile as he turned his back to her, raising his wand to reopen the wall for his exit. She closed her fingers around her own wand, debating for just a moment casting a spell to keep the wall from parting. She could do it; she’d done it while at the school when she discovered some of the boys were peeping into the girls’ dormitories that way. Instead, she loosened the grip, letting the beech wood rest again on the soap tray.
Severus heard a slight tick that sounded like something dropping a very short distance. He whipped around, wand at the ready.
The dark-haired wizard stared down at the object of his desire; her eyes slid open. He stuffed his wand within the folds of his robe and stepped closer, his eyes narrowed to mere slits, angry slits. He gritted his teeth and stepped within inches of her. His fingers twitched a bit as he brought his hands to her neck, kneeling beside the bath. “You’ve no idea the torture you’ve created in the wake of your manipulations, woman.” His voice seethed with his emotion. “You’ve no right to try to corner me.” His dark eyes caressed her bare face, settling on her lips. His words lost their force. “I should strangle you and toss you over the cliff.” His fingers loosened their grip and slid around the back of her neck, beneath her hair.
She stared at him with wide open eyes, yet no fear rested within. Her musical voice floated across the short distance, setting his nerves aflame. “Then do it, Severus. Show me exactly what you want to do to me.” She rose to her knees facing him, daring him with her gaze as well as her words. “Crush my neck, Snape. Take out all those frustrations on this body.”
Severus moved his hands to her arms, grasping tightly. He shook her as he spoke. “What would you do if I did just that, you minx?”
“I’d fight back. That’s what I’d do. Do you think for one moment that you would be able to get in this house if I did not welcome you, even your wrath?” She nearly spat the words at him. “When you turned to leave, I was going to seal the wall against your escape. I was not going to allow you to leave this time. Still, no matter what I want, I cannot force you. I have done everything within my powers, from physically taunting to mentally teasing and pushing you to the very brink. You want me, Severus. You want me writhing beneath you, towering over you, and at your mercy. So why don’t you just take me? I offer myself willingly.” Her eyes issued the challenge, backing up her tone.
“Why do you try me so, woman?” He nearly screamed at her, yanking her further out of the water so that she stood to her full suds-covered height. “Why do you push so hard?” He hauled her body toward him and crushed her against his chest, holding tight. His labored breathing mixed with her own, pushing their chests against each other. Water rushed onto the floor, drenching his clothing. The bubbles which covered her bosom burst against the cotton material. Severus drew a deep breath, trying to ward against the electrical assault hitting his senses everywhere her body touched him. “Why do you make me boil with just the slightest utterance from your lips?”
He lowered his mouth to hers, taking her with all the force of years of pent frustration. He felt her lips part and followed the lead, snaking his tongue between the soft petals. Pandemonium exploded within him. His grip loosened, his hands moving from her arms around her back, holding her even tighter against him. Severus thought he’d die when he felt her hands grasping the back of his shoulders, seeking to drive them closer yet. His flesh flamed as her nails dragged across the scant material separating them. A moan escaped his throat.
Arabella grimaced from the force of his grip. She knew her arms would be bruised, but if he was going to finally let down the walls, she’d accept whatever it took to get to that point. When the distinctive tenor released a groan that echoed vibrations along her spine, she thanked the Creator that he held her tight for her legs lost their strength. The heat passing between them was nearly unbearable. Still, she wanted more. She wanted to feel that heat without the cloth to separate their flesh. Her hands crept forward between them, deftly working the buttons lose, pushing his robe apart as she went. Once she’d reached the level of his naval, she reached beneath the black cloth, encircling his bared torso with her arms, pressing her breasts to his chest, reveling in the electricity arcing between them.
Severus gasped at the touch of flesh, tossing his head back. Arabella took advantage of the exposure and lapped her tongue across his neck, drawing her teeth in its wake, scraping his skin tenderly, yet with ferocity. Soft, tender fingers pushed his robe from his shoulders to a pile at his feet. While he fought to maintain some sense of control, her hands found the closure to his breeches, quickly joining them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Every nerve ending jumped as her warm fingers closed around his very solid manhood. “Dear Merlin,” he forced the words through his tightly held lips. His body buckled with the overload of sensation flooding through him.
In his weakened state, it took little effort for Arabella to maneuver him backwards toward the basin. He felt the cool porcelain against his thigh and welcomed the additional support. Her lips slid across his chest, teasing one nipple, then the other to rigid points. He placed his hands to his sides, gripping the basin tightly. The vixen seized the opportunity he presented to work her way down his taut torso. She nibbled everywhere as she descended toward his exposed and engorged midsection. Flames shot through him from every inch of flesh she touched. When her lips closed around his swollen shaft, he threw his head back, gasping for air. He felt the back of her throat resist only briefly before he felt her throat close around him, caressing him fully. Severus knew he wouldn’t last long this way. Every time she swallowed against him, he came that much closer to losing control. But oh, it was the most intimate, most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. Those whores he used to frequent could take lessons and still fall short of the perfection that now held him in her mouth.
Severus felt his control slipping, but he refused to take and not give. Arabella deserved so much more than that. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, cupping her head, stilling the rise and fall that drove him mad with desire. Her enraptured eyes cast up to his as he slowly lifted her from her kneeling position. Her lips glistened with a combination of her saliva and his early excretions. Her tongue snaked out to lick the delicious combination away, but Snape pulled her near and closed his mouth over hers, tasting himself on her tongue. It stirred him even more, and he did not think that possible.
He loosened his grip from her raven tresses and slid his hands along her arms and back, down to her waist. He lifted her slightly, giving himself full access to her amazing breasts, kissed by the sun during many days of nude tanning in full view. He growled as her exclamation of pleasure sent shivers of ecstasy along his spine. From one nipple to the other and back again, he continued to torture her.
“Severus, please,” she begged.
A rumble erupted from his throat. “I should torture you endlessly as you have me. Bring you to the precipice and refuse to let you cross.”
Her eyes glimmered. “Don’t you dare, Snape. Two can play at that game. And I have already shown you the strength of my will—“
Her words cut off with a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt within the warm wet folds of her passage. He barely allowed time for her body to adjust to his size before he started hammering her upon him. His hands slid beneath her arms, wrapping upwards and gripping her shoulders for leverage, using the position to lift her from him and slam her back down. He pulled her shoulders backward some, forcing her to arch her back, pushing her breasts toward him. He closed his teeth around one nipple as he slammed her hard against his manhood.
“Good God, Severus. Please!” she screamed, begging for release.
He continued his onslaught, pausing occasionally to keep her suspended in sexual tension. Her begging soon turned to whimpers, unable to contain the overpowering sensations. She growled at him, tore her nails through his flesh, pierced his shoulders with her grip. Still, he refused to trigger release.
Her hands trailed all over him, touching everywhere. Without realizing how she managed it, he found her fingers closing around his scrotum, caressing the jewels of his seed. In moments, he found himself nearing oblivion. “You little tramp. You want it to end so soon?” He nipped at her neck.
Arabella gasped through the ecstatic tears. “Please Severus. Please.” She nearly exploded as he paused in the pounding against her.
“Shhhh,” he pressed his lips to hers briefly. As fast as lightning, he’d withdrawn from her passage, turned her around so that her belly was pressed against the sink, and plunged deep within her again. “Hold on tight, Arabella.” He began pounding into her flesh again, harder than before. She squealed as he found the spot with every stroke. He knew she would not last much longer. That was good because neither could he.
With a guttural howl, he felt the warmth pulsing around him, her body shaking with seizure-like intensity. With one last forceful plunge, he allowed her amazing body to drain him of every ounce he had to give. Each spurt pounded against her already sensitive sex organ, created another ripple of ecstasy.
Once the explosion ended, Severus slipped his hands under her limp body, lifting her against him. Tremors still traversed her limbs; he felt them with every step. Snape carried her from the bathroom into her lavish bedroom, gently laying her upon the emerald satin. He removed his hands from her and stood up.
Aabella’s eyes flew open. “Don’t leave me, Severus. Please stay.”
He couldn’t believe he’d fought so long against something so amazing. He gazed at her sweat-glistened body. He could no sooner leave her now as he could cut off his own manhood. “I simply wish to gather our wands from your bath, my dear.”
She stretched out her hands. ”Accio wands.” He watched as both of their wands shot across the room, landing in her upturned palm.
“Well, then. Where were we?”
Some time later, he rolled over, sweat covering him. “My god, woman, you are insatiable.”
As if to accentuate his statement, the raven-haired beauty began licking the sweat from him, dropping kisses along his neck and chest.
His hands slid along until he stilled her head, removing her ability to drive him insane with passion. Tenor rumbled in her ear where it lay pressed against his chest. “Arabella, my dear, what have you done to me?”
Her eyelids fluttered as his fingers caressed her spine, sending shivers along the length. She sighed, her breath fluttering across his skin. “I believe, Severus, this time, it was you who manipulated the situation. I simply wouldn’t allow you to change your mind again.”
The End.
Nearly a week went by with no communication between the two magickal homes on the quiet street. Arabella went through her days just as she had planned. She took every opportunity she could to torture the man she craved. Her hopes lay in the fact that while most persons seldom thought of him as such, he truly was a man and had the weaknesses of a man. During the day, she spread her mat on the front lawn and worked through her yoga exercises. He never stepped outside while she was out there, but she felt his eyes watching her every move, caressing the gentle womanly swellings as she contorted herself into shapes that were a guarantee to drive him insane with curiosity. She’d not met a man yet who could resist letting their mind wander at how many acrobatic positions she might accomplish with the extent of her flexibility. Severus was not immune to such ruminations, either.
When her yoga was done, she would shower and change into her gardening attire: shorts which covered just enough to be decent and a half-shirt that pressed tight enough to make the most of her minor cleavage. After her gardening efforts were done, Arabella would make her way to the back of the house, toward the small stream. Articles of clothing dropped on the way; by the time she reached water’s edge, she was nude. A few laps along the bank saw her resting on the grass, absorbing the warmth of the summer sun.
Severus quit fighting after only a couple days of this routine. He was, after all, a man, and a single, lonely, unattached man at that.
With all the torture of the day, though, it was the night that drove hardest.
Arabella sat cross-legged on the floor, her tools spread before her. She would wear the man down, if it was the last thing she did on this earth. Her hand raised over the crystal orb before her, slowly dropping patchouli-scented powder upon the surface. Her lips barely moved with the incantation. She placed one hand on the crystal and closed her eyes.
It didn’t take long to get within the confines of his mind anymore. After five days of constant sensory battery, he was weakened and welcomed the intrusion, though he thought the things in his mind were his own conjuring.
The shadow of his mental self stood beneath the spray of his shower. His eyes were closed, his face contorted. It didn’t take long to discover what created his expression. “Humph,” she grunted. “So, you think you’ll get off that easily, do you? You have no idea who you’re up against, Severus Snape.”
Her projection approached his figure, quickly altering his thought patterns so that the shower became her cascading waterfall tub. The change in acoustics brought his eyes open just as she stepped under the stream in front of him. Her voice floated eerily as she spoke. “You know that’s not going to take care of it, don’t you, Severus? You know that the feeling will still be there when you wake because it just isn’t the real thing. The true feel of my soft hands,” she slid her palms down along his chest, following the ridges to his hips, reaching behind him, taking a cheek in each hand and squeezing. “You know that this thought won’t replace the feel of my moist lips.” Arabella slid slowly to her knees, pulling his swollen shaft deep inside her mouth then slowly pulling back.” You know that nothing will replace the amazing sensation of having that massive length buried deep within my womanly core, don’t you?”
Even in this mental state, the man gasped as she took him again with her lips, pulling him as deep as he would go.
“Even in my dreams, you never let me rest.”
Arabella growled, letting the vibrations caress his manhood before she stood before him again. “All you have to do is come over, Severus. I’m waiting for you.” She tightened her hands around him once more to cement that idea. She knew he couldn’t hold out much longer; he was barely able to maintain any dignity already. She backed out of the shower, glanced longingly once more at his amazing nude form, then traveled back along the spirit path to her body.
Her hands shook as she worked to collect her tools and store them again. If she hadn’t forced herself to leave his mind, their spiritual forms would have enjoyed a most satisfactory joining. She was wound tight and aching for completion. Her gaze drifted across the street as she drew steaming water into her tub. “How much longer, Severus? How much longer can you hold out against me?”
Arabella sighed and stripped, stepping into the luxurious water. She leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and let her own hands wander as his had done.
Severus nearly fell from the sofa. He was rock hard, screaming for release. If something didn’t happen soon, he felt he would truly lose his mind. The woman was driving him beyond mad. He couldn’t even nap without visions of her perfect form settling within his mind. He’d never had trouble keeping his thoughts occupied as he was having with his gorgeous neighbor. He stood and paced the floor, begging his erection to subside. It, however, had a mind of its own, and Severus was very well aware why. Although he fought it, he knew he wanted Arabella. He wanted her so bad he could still feel the velvet of her mouth.
Uncharacteristic spontaneity settled in the pit of his stomach, building strength as it spread through his muscles. Before he realized exactly what he was doing, he found himself peering through the double-pane windows next to the front room. The curtains stood wide open, though anyone slightly shorter than he would not be able to gaze at the vision before him. Severus drew his wand, whispering a chant as he aimed at the wall before him. Slowly, the particles rearranged, creating a brief opening through which he silently trod.
The gentle trickle of water over rocks, mingled with the soft notes of some very seductive music, covered any sound made by his entrance. His eyes focused on the view presented to him with great interest. Her wet hair plastered backwards and lay over the edge of the tub, dangling to the floor below. Her eyes were shut, her hands slowly trailing along her bosom, then below the surface. The waterfall façade created a peaceful ambience so that he wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Masses of white bubbles covered everything which rested beneath the surface of the water.
His breath caught as he allowed his mind to drift where the suds hid. He was angry at her; he was here to berate her for her seductress behavior. He swallowed hard, though the motion was pointless as his mouth was as dry as a week-old bone. I should just leave and come in through the door like normal humans. Severus turned away from the spectacular image and cursed himself for a fool.
Arabella knew he was there. She could feel his eyes burning a path along the exposed flesh, wishing to see more. Her own webs of thought peered into his, making quick note of the chastisement taking place. A scrape sounded from the tile as he turned his back to her, raising his wand to reopen the wall for his exit. She closed her fingers around her own wand, debating for just a moment casting a spell to keep the wall from parting. She could do it; she’d done it while at the school when she discovered some of the boys were peeping into the girls’ dormitories that way. Instead, she loosened the grip, letting the beech wood rest again on the soap tray.
Severus heard a slight tick that sounded like something dropping a very short distance. He whipped around, wand at the ready.
The dark-haired wizard stared down at the object of his desire; her eyes slid open. He stuffed his wand within the folds of his robe and stepped closer, his eyes narrowed to mere slits, angry slits. He gritted his teeth and stepped within inches of her. His fingers twitched a bit as he brought his hands to her neck, kneeling beside the bath. “You’ve no idea the torture you’ve created in the wake of your manipulations, woman.” His voice seethed with his emotion. “You’ve no right to try to corner me.” His dark eyes caressed her bare face, settling on her lips. His words lost their force. “I should strangle you and toss you over the cliff.” His fingers loosened their grip and slid around the back of her neck, beneath her hair.
She stared at him with wide open eyes, yet no fear rested within. Her musical voice floated across the short distance, setting his nerves aflame. “Then do it, Severus. Show me exactly what you want to do to me.” She rose to her knees facing him, daring him with her gaze as well as her words. “Crush my neck, Snape. Take out all those frustrations on this body.”
Severus moved his hands to her arms, grasping tightly. He shook her as he spoke. “What would you do if I did just that, you minx?”
“I’d fight back. That’s what I’d do. Do you think for one moment that you would be able to get in this house if I did not welcome you, even your wrath?” She nearly spat the words at him. “When you turned to leave, I was going to seal the wall against your escape. I was not going to allow you to leave this time. Still, no matter what I want, I cannot force you. I have done everything within my powers, from physically taunting to mentally teasing and pushing you to the very brink. You want me, Severus. You want me writhing beneath you, towering over you, and at your mercy. So why don’t you just take me? I offer myself willingly.” Her eyes issued the challenge, backing up her tone.
“Why do you try me so, woman?” He nearly screamed at her, yanking her further out of the water so that she stood to her full suds-covered height. “Why do you push so hard?” He hauled her body toward him and crushed her against his chest, holding tight. His labored breathing mixed with her own, pushing their chests against each other. Water rushed onto the floor, drenching his clothing. The bubbles which covered her bosom burst against the cotton material. Severus drew a deep breath, trying to ward against the electrical assault hitting his senses everywhere her body touched him. “Why do you make me boil with just the slightest utterance from your lips?”
He lowered his mouth to hers, taking her with all the force of years of pent frustration. He felt her lips part and followed the lead, snaking his tongue between the soft petals. Pandemonium exploded within him. His grip loosened, his hands moving from her arms around her back, holding her even tighter against him. Severus thought he’d die when he felt her hands grasping the back of his shoulders, seeking to drive them closer yet. His flesh flamed as her nails dragged across the scant material separating them. A moan escaped his throat.
Arabella grimaced from the force of his grip. She knew her arms would be bruised, but if he was going to finally let down the walls, she’d accept whatever it took to get to that point. When the distinctive tenor released a groan that echoed vibrations along her spine, she thanked the Creator that he held her tight for her legs lost their strength. The heat passing between them was nearly unbearable. Still, she wanted more. She wanted to feel that heat without the cloth to separate their flesh. Her hands crept forward between them, deftly working the buttons lose, pushing his robe apart as she went. Once she’d reached the level of his naval, she reached beneath the black cloth, encircling his bared torso with her arms, pressing her breasts to his chest, reveling in the electricity arcing between them.
Severus gasped at the touch of flesh, tossing his head back. Arabella took advantage of the exposure and lapped her tongue across his neck, drawing her teeth in its wake, scraping his skin tenderly, yet with ferocity. Soft, tender fingers pushed his robe from his shoulders to a pile at his feet. While he fought to maintain some sense of control, her hands found the closure to his breeches, quickly joining them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Every nerve ending jumped as her warm fingers closed around his very solid manhood. “Dear Merlin,” he forced the words through his tightly held lips. His body buckled with the overload of sensation flooding through him.
In his weakened state, it took little effort for Arabella to maneuver him backwards toward the basin. He felt the cool porcelain against his thigh and welcomed the additional support. Her lips slid across his chest, teasing one nipple, then the other to rigid points. He placed his hands to his sides, gripping the basin tightly. The vixen seized the opportunity he presented to work her way down his taut torso. She nibbled everywhere as she descended toward his exposed and engorged midsection. Flames shot through him from every inch of flesh she touched. When her lips closed around his swollen shaft, he threw his head back, gasping for air. He felt the back of her throat resist only briefly before he felt her throat close around him, caressing him fully. Severus knew he wouldn’t last long this way. Every time she swallowed against him, he came that much closer to losing control. But oh, it was the most intimate, most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. Those whores he used to frequent could take lessons and still fall short of the perfection that now held him in her mouth.
Severus felt his control slipping, but he refused to take and not give. Arabella deserved so much more than that. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, cupping her head, stilling the rise and fall that drove him mad with desire. Her enraptured eyes cast up to his as he slowly lifted her from her kneeling position. Her lips glistened with a combination of her saliva and his early excretions. Her tongue snaked out to lick the delicious combination away, but Snape pulled her near and closed his mouth over hers, tasting himself on her tongue. It stirred him even more, and he did not think that possible.
He loosened his grip from her raven tresses and slid his hands along her arms and back, down to her waist. He lifted her slightly, giving himself full access to her amazing breasts, kissed by the sun during many days of nude tanning in full view. He growled as her exclamation of pleasure sent shivers of ecstasy along his spine. From one nipple to the other and back again, he continued to torture her.
“Severus, please,” she begged.
A rumble erupted from his throat. “I should torture you endlessly as you have me. Bring you to the precipice and refuse to let you cross.”
Her eyes glimmered. “Don’t you dare, Snape. Two can play at that game. And I have already shown you the strength of my will—“
Her words cut off with a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt within the warm wet folds of her passage. He barely allowed time for her body to adjust to his size before he started hammering her upon him. His hands slid beneath her arms, wrapping upwards and gripping her shoulders for leverage, using the position to lift her from him and slam her back down. He pulled her shoulders backward some, forcing her to arch her back, pushing her breasts toward him. He closed his teeth around one nipple as he slammed her hard against his manhood.
“Good God, Severus. Please!” she screamed, begging for release.
He continued his onslaught, pausing occasionally to keep her suspended in sexual tension. Her begging soon turned to whimpers, unable to contain the overpowering sensations. She growled at him, tore her nails through his flesh, pierced his shoulders with her grip. Still, he refused to trigger release.
Her hands trailed all over him, touching everywhere. Without realizing how she managed it, he found her fingers closing around his scrotum, caressing the jewels of his seed. In moments, he found himself nearing oblivion. “You little tramp. You want it to end so soon?” He nipped at her neck.
Arabella gasped through the ecstatic tears. “Please Severus. Please.” She nearly exploded as he paused in the pounding against her.
“Shhhh,” he pressed his lips to hers briefly. As fast as lightning, he’d withdrawn from her passage, turned her around so that her belly was pressed against the sink, and plunged deep within her again. “Hold on tight, Arabella.” He began pounding into her flesh again, harder than before. She squealed as he found the spot with every stroke. He knew she would not last much longer. That was good because neither could he.
With a guttural howl, he felt the warmth pulsing around him, her body shaking with seizure-like intensity. With one last forceful plunge, he allowed her amazing body to drain him of every ounce he had to give. Each spurt pounded against her already sensitive sex organ, created another ripple of ecstasy.
Once the explosion ended, Severus slipped his hands under her limp body, lifting her against him. Tremors still traversed her limbs; he felt them with every step. Snape carried her from the bathroom into her lavish bedroom, gently laying her upon the emerald satin. He removed his hands from her and stood up.
Aabella’s eyes flew open. “Don’t leave me, Severus. Please stay.”
He couldn’t believe he’d fought so long against something so amazing. He gazed at her sweat-glistened body. He could no sooner leave her now as he could cut off his own manhood. “I simply wish to gather our wands from your bath, my dear.”
She stretched out her hands. ”Accio wands.” He watched as both of their wands shot across the room, landing in her upturned palm.
“Well, then. Where were we?”
Some time later, he rolled over, sweat covering him. “My god, woman, you are insatiable.”
As if to accentuate his statement, the raven-haired beauty began licking the sweat from him, dropping kisses along his neck and chest.
His hands slid along until he stilled her head, removing her ability to drive him insane with passion. Tenor rumbled in her ear where it lay pressed against his chest. “Arabella, my dear, what have you done to me?”
Her eyelids fluttered as his fingers caressed her spine, sending shivers along the length. She sighed, her breath fluttering across his skin. “I believe, Severus, this time, it was you who manipulated the situation. I simply wouldn’t allow you to change your mind again.”
The End.