The Power of Kisses

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Chapter 3

On the weekends, Hermione and Severus usually did not meet, unless they were brewing a complicated potion that took up their time on the weekend. However, they did see each other for dinner on Sunday evening. Hermione entered the Great Hall, looking as radiant as ever and Severus was standing, with her chair pulled out for her. It was strange, the entire time he had been doing this was to make her happy with Hogwarts, hoping she would accept the potion’s position in turn giving him the DADA position, but now he felt something different about helping her with her chair.

He poured her a cup of tea and added her milk to it. He was stirring it for her when he noticed three servings of peach crisp in front of him with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Next to it was a box containing a bottle of his favor whiskey.

Looking at her, he raised an eyebrow and said in his deep silk voice, “Whom do I need to thank for this?”

“No, Severus,” she smiled, “It is I who needs to thank you. Friday night was heavenly.”

“You’re welcome Hermione.” He took a bite of the peach crisp with the ice cream before eating the main course.

After dinner, Severus knew he had to make his move. Mortimer was going to return later that night and he needed Mortimer to catch Hermione with him. Severus offered his arm to her and she took it, escorting her back to her rooms.

“I need to show you something,” he said gently.

He sat her down on a bench in the middle of her rooms that he had previously placed there and tied a silk scarf over her eyes, so she could not see. “Trust me,” he purred.

“I do.” She said, trusting him completely.

He stood behind her and whispered, “Are you aware of the power of a kiss?” Chills ran down her back as his lips brushed against her ear. “A kiss can cause pleasure beyond imagination, yet at the same time it can cause sheer torture. If you allow me, I will show you both.” She took a slow, deep breath and he saw a smile take over her face before she bit her lower lip.

He had read that magazine from cover to cover, memorizing it. It had suggested he say, ‘I want to drown you in kisses,’ before claiming her mouth, but he chose his own words instead, wanting her to feel the power he could have over her.

His tongue licked and caressed her neck, just below her ear, slowly making his way to her lips. Her mouth was already parted as if begging for what was yet to come. Placing small kisses along her jaw until he reached her lips. Brushing his lips against hers, his tongue began to outline her bottom lip and gently sucked it. Finally, his mouth claimed hers, causing her to let out a soft moan. His tongue began to explore her mouth, tasting her, memorizing her. His fingers gently rubbed and traced her neck down to the front of her robes. Gracefully, he unclasped her robes and pulled them off her shoulders. Continuing the kiss, he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.

Before unfastening her bra, he moved his mouth to her lips and whispered, “Tell me to stop Hermione,” giving her the chance to leave.

“No,” she whispered. He kissed her again while removing her bra and exposing her breasts. His mouth left hers and made his way down her neck, kissing and nipping her shoulders and arms. She was pressing her chest towarm asm as if offering her breast to him, but he walked around her, continuing to kiss her shoulders and back. His hands wanted to explore her body, but he reminded himself it was only kisses, for now.

“Please,” she whispered, her body aching for him to kiss her breasts, fully understanding the torture a kiss could bring. “Please.”

“Torture and pleasure,” he whispered, finally licking the curve of her right breast. She gasped, tightening her legs together. Never had she felt so wet, so ready for a man.

Licking his way to her nipple, he took it in his mouth and began to suck. Rolling the nipple between his tongue and teeth, she let out another moan. Her sensations were over loading as she began to breath quicker. He moved to the over breast and manipulated it in the same fashion.

His mouth moved further down to her abdomen and began placing kisses just to the waistband of her skirt. He reached down and removed her socks and shoes. He then stood up and helped her off the bench. He pulled her skirt and knickers down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Dropping to his knees, he began to kiss her abdomen again, allowing his tongue to lick his way down to her curls. His hand touched her waist and slid down her butt cheek, down the back of her thigh, to her knee. He gently pulled on it, guiding it over his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself while he began to kiss her inner thighs.

“Tell me to stop Hermione,” he said again.

“No,” she answered in a loud whisper, licking her lips. Never had she been kissed in these places and she was not about to stop him.

Placing his hands on her hips, his tongue was licking her inner thighs, slowly making their way to her wet folds. Her breathing was becoming more irregular from the anticipation until finally his tongue plunged into her and she gasped.

He knew from the way she was reacting, Frogman had never brought her this much pleasure. Severus smiled, knowing there was so much more to come.

Breathing in her ambrosia, he almost came himself. She tasted so pure, so sweet he could not get enough of her. Never had a woman been this wet, this ready for him. He dove deeper into her so his entire mouth could savor every drop she had to offer. Looking up at her, he could see her licking her lips as she was panting, whispering, “More.”

He continued to look at her, wanting to see her expression when he kissed her nub. Slowly, his tongue worked upward until finally he found it. Stroking it quickly, she let out her first cry. His tongue began to swirl and tease her nub, bringing her closer to the edge. He had never felt so much power, clearly having her at his full control with just his mouth. Her hips were gently rocking with the movement of his tongue. He looked back down at her pink, glistening folds and sucked harder on her nub, finally bringing her the release she was begging for.

To his surprise and satisfaction, she cried his name. Her legs were shaking; ready to collapse from spasms her body was still experiencing. He slowly lowered her leg to the ground and sat her back on the bench. Kissing her gently on the mouth, he removed the blindfold.

She looked into his eyes and whispered, “More, please.” Never had a woman made such a request from him. He watched her hands reach for his pants and began to unfasten them.

No sane woman would make such a request. Placing a hand on hers, he asked, “Hermione, are you sure?”

“Yes Severus.” He drew his wand and placed wards on her door. He did not want Mortimer to walk in on them. What had started out as a desperate attempt to save his future teaching assignment suddenly became irrelevant. ‘Screw the DADA position,’ he thought. He was giving it all up for her. His attention was drawn back to her hands that had managed to unfasten his pants and was now starting on his shirt buttons.

Standing up, Hermione had never given it a second thought until now, but was relieved he was only wearing a dress shirt instead of the jacket with the zillion buttons. She looked up, smiling at him. She couldn’t believe that it was Severus who had made her feel so completely alive. She wanted him out of his clothes and pressed up against her body, skin to skin.

Pulling off his shirt, she ran her hands along his chest, stopping to rub his nipples. He just watched her in amazement. Her hands found his pants again and pulled them off, releasing his rock hard erection. She sat back down and leaned her mouth to his glistening head and slowly licked the drops of pre-cum. She looked up at him for his approval but only heard a small moan escape his throat. She took this as a good sign and licked it again while her one hand cupped his balls and began massaging them. Her other hand was stroking the length of this shaft. Her lips surrounded his mushroom head while her tongue continued to stroke and swirl, exploring the ridge. His hips slowly began to rock so she opened her mouth, allowing more of him in her.

Having never explored the male anatomy as she was now, she allowed his moans and gasps to direct her in her technique and strokes. Feeling the heat building in him from the sexual stimulation she brought from her tongue was exhilarating. It was the first time a woman had ever pleasured him this way. His hands instinctively wrapped around her head, encouraging her, but a voice inside him told him ‘no, there is more pleasure to be found.’

“Stop Hermione, please,” he said hoarsely. She pulled back and looked up at him, scared she had been doing it wrong. “Although this is heaven, I want you to experience heaven with me.” He swept her up in his arms and took her to her bed. Placing her on the edge of the bed, he spread her legs, revealing the pleasure that awaited him. He moved between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. Pulling her mouth to his, he kissed her hard and pulled back. He wanted to look into her eyes the first time he entered her. He knew he had given his heart to her and no matter whom she chose in the morning, she belonged to him now. Slowly, he entered her, seeing her eyes widen with excitement. They both gasped, her from being filled, and him from being surrounded by her tight warmness. Slowly, he pulled out of her and entered her again. Her hands were placed on his hips, pulling him closer into her.

He entered her again, but did not pull out this time. Instead, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her up, onto him while he turned around to sit on the bed. Much to her surprise and delight, she was on top, something she had never had the opportunity to do, but was concerned she would do it wrong.

He saw her expression of uncertainty, but he quickly guided her hips, showing her how to move. Being a quick learner, she found the rhythm that made both of them moan in pleasure. He leaned further back, watching her glorious body move up and down on his shaft, but he forced himself to stay in control because it wasn’t about him, it was about them. He found her clitoris and began to rub it, causing her movements to quicken. Her hands went to her breasts and she began to squeeze and massage them while her moans turned to cries. He almost lost it, watching her play with herself. Knowing he couldn’t last any longer, he applied more pressure on her nub and it happened. She let out a final cry, her walls clamping and spasm around him causing him to thrust harder into her one final time before spilling his hot seed. Their thrusts softened, but they still moved, wanting to make their climax last as long as they could.

At last she looked down at him and smiled. Her hair was draped around her shoulders. She was flushed and her lips were puffy from the kissing.

“Do you know how beautiful you are Hermione?” he asked. Never had he seen a more stunning creature in his life. She blushed at the question and shook her head ‘no,’ while biting her bottom lip. His hand reached around her neck and pulled her down to him so he could kiss her. She lay on his body, him still inside of her. She felt his warmth and she kissed him back.

There was a knock at the door. “Hermione, let me in,” yelled Mortimer.

Hermione sat bolt upright on Severus, clearly terrified.

“Just ignore him,” said Severus.

“I can’t,” she insisted, climbing off of him. “You need to get your things and hide.” Severus didn’t know which was experiencing more emotion, his aching heart or his raging anger, but he grabbed his clothes and left through a hidden passage. She watched him in astonishment, having never known there was a secret passage there before.

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