After Party

Warnings:  sex, definite Het M/F sex.

He’s a Magic Man

Short of breath, lips swelling from the impact, Natalie allowed her hands to travel lower, caressing lightly, teasingly. She rolled to her back, pulling a willing Snape on to his side. Her nimble fingers dispatched his buckle in an instant. Snape’s fingers searched and found the back zipper of her dress. Urgently, he dragged the pull clear down to her waist, pushing the dress off her shoulders to reveal porcelain doll skin.

Natalie ungracefully pushed at the waistband of his pants while he appreciatively fingered the emerald green satin of her rather plain bra.

“Impatient?” he whispered in her ear before lowering his mouth to her neck.

Groaning, the witch threw her head back allowing him a free rein, her hands temporarily abandoning their pursuit, grasping his waist, clenching in glee. Arching into his chest, the skin to skin contact drew a sharp hiss from the wizard. Suddenly, Natalie rolled off the bed, dropping her dress to the floor before returning to his side.

“Severus?”

“Yes?” he growled, predatory eyes scathingly passing over her body from head to toe.

“No strings.” She pounced on him, rolling him to his back.

“Indeed.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, thumbs working under the elastic of her matching satin panties. Shimmying so that her breasts jiggled enticingly mere inches from his black eyes, Natalie worked his pants free from his legs.

“Wow!” she gasped at the wondrous sight which sprang free mere inches from her eyes.

The wizard leered appreciatively back at the witch, one eyebrow quirked.  “My sentiments exactly.”

He pushed her panties down her legs, smelling her arousal mixed with the soothing scent of the lavender lotion she had used to massage every available inch of his body. Her hands flew to his to help. He leaned forward to unclasp her bra, freeing twin porcelain breasts with pert tan nipples standing at attention.

Snape’s penis fascinated Natalie. His wide, weeping head, purple and engorged, jumped in anticipation as she ran her surprisingly sharp nails very lightly up his inner thigh. The shaft was thick, and she could see the blood pumping in the vein transverse to his length. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Natalie dropped her face between his legs, nuzzling his testicles while inhaling the unique scent that was his alone.

“Mmmmm, sandalwood,” she murmured as his hand snaked into her hair, tugging ever so slightly. In response, she slithered up his body, dragging her breasts across his chest, reveling in the friction as she sought his mouth once more. One hand scraped her lacquered nails along his scalp; the other fondled his heavily swollen testicles. For his part, Snape snaked one hand under her side to massage her ass. He tweaked a hyper-sensitive nipple with the pad of his thumb.

Moaning, Natalie released his balls, sliding over to straddle him, pressing a breast to his lips. She dripped onto his pelvis, groaning in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her nipple before crushing it from below against the roof of his mouth. A pleased cry escaped her lips. Snape bucked up against her, need rapidly overcoming all other sensations. He released her breast slowly from his mouth, allowing the barest hint of his teeth to scrape along the surface. She drew both his hands to her chest to cup her breasts.

Pushing herself up on his chest, she pressed backwards until his moist tip came into contact with her warm, wet core. Kneeling erect, she impaled herself on his wide shaft, leisurely, allowing just the head inside.

“Damn!” He convulsed under her, the tight sheath around him forcing the involuntary reaction, compelling his head and shoulders off the mattress. With excruciating care, Natalie savored the sensation of fullness as she eased over his phallus until his balls nestled snuggly against her ass.

“Amazing.” She grunted, struggling to keep her eyes opened and focused on his. Without warning, he arched up and into her, the change in angle coercing a long, low keening wail, “Yes!”

“Natalie?” He fought for control.

“Severus?” She moaned in answer, her walls tightening impossibly around him.

“I am afraid I will not last long in this position.” He admitted with a touch of shame.

The beauty impaled on his body, head thrown back, hair shimmering in the candlelight, breasts thrust forward, short-cropped auburn curls resting against his sparse black; the sight overwhelmed his senses.

Snorting, still short of breath, Natalie gasped in reply, “Good. Neither will I.”

Abruptly, she slid up his length before collapsing violently to sheathe him fully once more. Simultaneously, his hips bucked up again. Both finding their rhythm, they brutally thrust against each other, her hands tweaking his dark nipples, his desperately clutching her narrow hips to help lift her then slam her down again.

True to their words, neither Natalie nor Severus were able to stave off their release for long. Severus tensed under her stabbing into her cervix before his ejaculation pulsed into her. Her walls clamped down tight, milking his essence, and she keened yet again, her whole body shivering in ecstasy.