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Chapter 4 - The Settee
Chapter 4 - The Settee
Eliza's Entrance
Hermione gave herself completely to the sensations she was experiencing. Severus held her in a vice-grip while he pounded her from behind with powerful thrusts. Releasing his hold on her shoulder, he continued to nip and bite at her, hard enough to leave marks, in between whispering delicious threats of torment in her ear. The skirt of her gown was rucked up around her waist, and Severus was supporting most of her body weight with one hand on her breasts and the other caressing her pussy as he ground into her. The movements of his fingers were slow, teasing, and seemed to purposely land strokes beside and around her aching clit, preventing her desperately desired release.
Severus had never taken her this way, and it was incredibly exciting. The moment she had realised that his displeasure with her was part of a setup he'd planned, her pussy became uncomfortably congested with arousal. His insistence on having her immediately, and the evidence of his need, thrilled her mind and her body. It was true, he was very generous in bed - and that was why the idea of him irresistibly satisfying himself with her stimulated her so much.
"My wife. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Hermione's reply was an inarticulate gurgle. Severus pivoted his hips as he moved inside her, stroking her walls with the tip of his cock and grunting with exertion and pleasure. Tilting his pelvis up, he moved over her g-spot with short, forceful strokes, making her cry out and arch against him. "I... just... couldn't... wait... for... you..." Each word was punctuated by a particularly vigorous plunge. "And... I... can't... wait... now..." With a moan low in his throat, Severus came hard, grinding his pelvis against her backside to sheathe himself completely.
Just as he began to climax, he brushed his wet fingertips over her clit. She came instantly, monstrously, the power of his thrusts and his expert hands splitting her into a million tiny particles of ecstasy, each one careening through an atmosphere of passion and lust. She felt the pulses all the way up to her head, the stabs of pleasure making their way up her spinal column and down her arms. He groaned into her shoulder as her powerful muscles squeezed his shaft. He continued moving, more leisurely, expertly rubbing his tip against her swollen insides to prolong the pleasure of his orgasm.
As their spasms subsided, Severus made a sound that was almost anguish and held her close in his arms. Safe in his embrace, Hermione slowly came down from her mind-blowing climax. The world seemed very far away. Her whole body hummed with satisfaction, and she found she liked the vulnerable yet safe feeling of the position her husband held her in. Then she felt a deep, wicked chuckle from over her shoulder.
"I'm not finished with you yet." The figure behind her stirred, pulling her head around for a swift hard kiss and leaning down to cup her breasts through the sensual velvet. "Well, how did you like that?" he murmured, his dark, sexy voice making her clit ache anew. "Unh... I... oh -" Her attempts at communication, unintelligible as they were, trailed off as Severus withdrew from her, still hard, and then slid back inside her. "Now that's interesting," he said, moving around in her experimentally. "I said that I wasn't through with you, but I didn't mean this..." He withdrew again and probed her dripping, engorged lips, obviously enjoying the tease, and playing with the sensations of her closed thighs around his slick erection. Her position, bent over the sofa, exposed her to him completely; and he laughed with boyish glee as he nudged at her in different places, in the manner of an unskilled teenager, punctuating his calculated fumbles with periodic, skilful penetration.
His previous ministrations had left her so sensitive that she almost couldn't stand the contact. Her lips were engorged from arousal, but the tender walls of her vagina were swollen and bruised from the vigorous and repeated pounding he had given her. As it was, every thrust, however gentle, was amplified tenfold; it felt like she was being impaled on an unusually well-endowed centaur rather than her husband, and the sensations were so agonising that she had to try to squirm away. Furthermore, when he withdrew from her the first time, an amazing amount of fluid leaked out of her and was now trickling uncomfortably down her thighs.
"Ah ah ah, my dear, not so fast," he clucked disapprovingly, "Tsk-tsk - don't tell me that you've had enough? Well, I haven't."
-*~~*~~*-
Moving in her, not noticeably softer for his ejaculation, Severus took a different tack this time: Slow And Relentless. The first time she had been almost upright, and her husband had caressed her while he moved inside her. This time, he bent her completely over, held her right hip and the curve of her left side, and just drove. It wasn't as fast, hard, or frenzied as the first time - in fact, it was very methodical. Agonizingly so. Like clockwork. Like a heartbeat. Like a bomb waiting to go off. The pulsing, rhythmic movement meant that Hermione felt every square millimetre of him as it moved in and out of her, and her tight canal felt as though the nerve endings had been held over a flame and then spread with hot sauce. Or gunpowder.
Eliza's Entrance
Hermione gave herself completely to the sensations she was experiencing. Severus held her in a vice-grip while he pounded her from behind with powerful thrusts. Releasing his hold on her shoulder, he continued to nip and bite at her, hard enough to leave marks, in between whispering delicious threats of torment in her ear. The skirt of her gown was rucked up around her waist, and Severus was supporting most of her body weight with one hand on her breasts and the other caressing her pussy as he ground into her. The movements of his fingers were slow, teasing, and seemed to purposely land strokes beside and around her aching clit, preventing her desperately desired release.
Severus had never taken her this way, and it was incredibly exciting. The moment she had realised that his displeasure with her was part of a setup he'd planned, her pussy became uncomfortably congested with arousal. His insistence on having her immediately, and the evidence of his need, thrilled her mind and her body. It was true, he was very generous in bed - and that was why the idea of him irresistibly satisfying himself with her stimulated her so much.
"My wife. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Hermione's reply was an inarticulate gurgle. Severus pivoted his hips as he moved inside her, stroking her walls with the tip of his cock and grunting with exertion and pleasure. Tilting his pelvis up, he moved over her g-spot with short, forceful strokes, making her cry out and arch against him. "I... just... couldn't... wait... for... you..." Each word was punctuated by a particularly vigorous plunge. "And... I... can't... wait... now..." With a moan low in his throat, Severus came hard, grinding his pelvis against her backside to sheathe himself completely.
Just as he began to climax, he brushed his wet fingertips over her clit. She came instantly, monstrously, the power of his thrusts and his expert hands splitting her into a million tiny particles of ecstasy, each one careening through an atmosphere of passion and lust. She felt the pulses all the way up to her head, the stabs of pleasure making their way up her spinal column and down her arms. He groaned into her shoulder as her powerful muscles squeezed his shaft. He continued moving, more leisurely, expertly rubbing his tip against her swollen insides to prolong the pleasure of his orgasm.
As their spasms subsided, Severus made a sound that was almost anguish and held her close in his arms. Safe in his embrace, Hermione slowly came down from her mind-blowing climax. The world seemed very far away. Her whole body hummed with satisfaction, and she found she liked the vulnerable yet safe feeling of the position her husband held her in. Then she felt a deep, wicked chuckle from over her shoulder.
"I'm not finished with you yet." The figure behind her stirred, pulling her head around for a swift hard kiss and leaning down to cup her breasts through the sensual velvet. "Well, how did you like that?" he murmured, his dark, sexy voice making her clit ache anew. "Unh... I... oh -" Her attempts at communication, unintelligible as they were, trailed off as Severus withdrew from her, still hard, and then slid back inside her. "Now that's interesting," he said, moving around in her experimentally. "I said that I wasn't through with you, but I didn't mean this..." He withdrew again and probed her dripping, engorged lips, obviously enjoying the tease, and playing with the sensations of her closed thighs around his slick erection. Her position, bent over the sofa, exposed her to him completely; and he laughed with boyish glee as he nudged at her in different places, in the manner of an unskilled teenager, punctuating his calculated fumbles with periodic, skilful penetration.
His previous ministrations had left her so sensitive that she almost couldn't stand the contact. Her lips were engorged from arousal, but the tender walls of her vagina were swollen and bruised from the vigorous and repeated pounding he had given her. As it was, every thrust, however gentle, was amplified tenfold; it felt like she was being impaled on an unusually well-endowed centaur rather than her husband, and the sensations were so agonising that she had to try to squirm away. Furthermore, when he withdrew from her the first time, an amazing amount of fluid leaked out of her and was now trickling uncomfortably down her thighs.
"Ah ah ah, my dear, not so fast," he clucked disapprovingly, "Tsk-tsk - don't tell me that you've had enough? Well, I haven't."
-*~~*~~*-
Moving in her, not noticeably softer for his ejaculation, Severus took a different tack this time: Slow And Relentless. The first time she had been almost upright, and her husband had caressed her while he moved inside her. This time, he bent her completely over, held her right hip and the curve of her left side, and just drove. It wasn't as fast, hard, or frenzied as the first time - in fact, it was very methodical. Agonizingly so. Like clockwork. Like a heartbeat. Like a bomb waiting to go off. The pulsing, rhythmic movement meant that Hermione felt every square millimetre of him as it moved in and out of her, and her tight canal felt as though the nerve endings had been held over a flame and then spread with hot sauce. Or gunpowder.