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Chapter 42 ~ Laying Down the Lust

Severus carried Hermione into her bedroom, stood her up, then turned and closed the bedroom door, warding it securely in case she made another break for it. He doubted the witch would in her condition, and as much as he'd enjoy a naked sprint through her house, it was time to get down to business. This had been a long time coming. He needed closure for that morning eleven years ago. This time the witch would not be cursing him for touching her.

Severus spun on Hermione, who was looking at him rather wide-eyed, the lack of contact allowing her to regain some of her senses. She looked up at him and swallowed as he approached her, stopping inches from her body. The wizard's jaw clenched as his eyes drifted over her. He kept his hands at his sides.

"Undress me," he said to Hermione, whose eyes widened.

"What?" Hermione said, frowning slightly.

"Undress me, witch. Take my clothes off," he breathed down at her. "I want to watch you unveil the body you've been fucking vicariously for the past several weeks. Humor me."

Hermione looked at the wizard's white shirt and the belt. She had never undressed a wizard before. Justice would tear out of his clothes in an instant whenever they were going to have sex.

"Is there something wrong with your hands, witch?" Severus inquired, his eyes going a bit hard.

"No…no," Hermione said, lifting her hands then hesitating.

"You start with either the belt buckle or the top button," Severus offered helpfully.

Hermione reached up and undid the top button of Severus' shirt, then the second, then the third, staring at the pale skin underneath as it was revealed by the parting fabric. He had a well-defined chest…and was a little heavier than he was eleven years ago, but still lean, his musculature tight. The wizard was forty-nine but had a ways to go before middle age set in. He was strongly built. Hermione unconsciously licked her lips as she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and finished unbuttoning it, pulling it apart and staring at his ribbed abdomen and the line of dark hair beneath his navel. She froze.

Severus watched her with hooded eyes as she undressed him. She was quite taken by his upper body. Wait until she got to the good part.

"My cuffs," he said, lifting one hand and watching as she undid first one then the other. She stopped and looked at him. He frowned at her.

"My shirt isn't going to remove itself, witch," he said with a slight sneer.

Hermione felt a pulse of wetness roll between her thighs.

"Sorry," she said quietly.

"That's one thing you're not going to be, I assure you, Hermione," Severus said silkily as Hermione reached up and pulled his shirt off his shoulders, and down his back, the wizard helpfully withdrawing each sinewy arm from the sleeves.

Hermione stood there, holding his shirt and staring at the body she knew so well through the pensieve. The body that gave her so much pleasure along with such sweet pain. A bubble of heat was swelling in her lower belly as she stared at his alabaster skin. There were several small scars that were not there in the pensieve. The Professor's body looked as if it were sculpted from living marble, a beautiful male Galatea come to life.

Without thinking, Hermione placed her small hand against the center of his chest and slowly drew her palm down his warm, pale flesh, over the ripples of his belly, stopping just above his belt. She couldn't help touching him, and looked hypnotized as she stared at his torso.

"Put the shirt down, witch," the Potions Master breathed, highly aroused by that simple contact and the look in the witch's eyes, "There's more to unveil. Much more."

Severus was working on keeping control. His body was screaming at him to just divesto his and her clothing and get the witch in the bed. But mentally, he needed this from her, this visual display of desire as she disrobed him. Eleven years ago he had been moved by her need for him, the way she had touched him and told him he was beautiful. No witch had ever told him that. She didn't say it this time, but he could see she felt it, and it moved him just as strongly now as it did then.

Instead of placing his shirt on the chair, Hermione just let it fall to the floor, unwilling to move away from the wizard. Severus arched an eyebrow at his good shirt being dropped so unceremoniously, but considering the situation let it go.

Hermione's eyes now rested on his silver belt buckle, the crest of Slytherin, its serpent coiled, mouth open as if to strike. Her amber eyes shifted up to meet the Potions Master's own. He stared at her intensely as if willing her hands to move. And they did move, the wizard exhaling as she fumbled with the buckle before unclasping it, drawing the leather strap through the loops and dropping it to the floor on top of his shirt. She hesitated, the huge bulge in his trousers bringing her up short for a moment. Another serpent waiting to strike.

"Open my trousers," Severus hissed at her, catching her hands and moving them to the button.

Hermione drew in a shuddering breath, then opened the button and lowered the zipper. She stopped again.

"Go on, witch," Severus urged, pushing his hips forward a bit, "Take them off."

Hermione caught hold of the fabric and knelt, pulling them down, revealing black silk boxers that immediately ballooned, the wizard's cock freed from the confines of his trousers. Hermione pulled them down to the floor, and Severus caught his breath at the sight of the witch kneeling before him. He stepped out of one leg then the other, and Hermione pushed the trousers aside, against the other discarded articles of clothing. She started to rise.

"My socks. I prefer to fuck barefooted," Severus said in a low voice.

He saw the witch shudder. So she liked dirty language. He'd keep that in mind. The wizard felt her small hand jerk at first one sock, removing it, then the other, adding them to the pile…then she straightened and looked at him.

"I've done it," she said softly.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"I still have on my boxers, Hermione. You haven't completely undressed me," he replied. "Remove them."

Hermione felt little beads of sweat prickle below her hairline, and she noticeably began to tremble now. She didn't think she could do this, as much as she wanted the wizard. It would make it too, too real.

"I can't," she said, not meeting his eyes.

Severus scowled at her.

"Come now, Hermione. I'm sure you've undressed Mr. Forall. I am a man like he is…with some slight differences I imagine," the wizard said evenly.

The idea of Hermione undressing the Auror made him feel a bit competitive.

"No. I never undressed him…or any wizard, besides Mathias," the witch replied. "This is my first time taking off a man's clothing."

Severus stared at her for a long moment. Then his pale hand came up and caressed her cheek. He wondered what else she had never done with a wizard. He had assumed she had gained more experience over the years…she was with the Auror after all.

"How many lovers have you had since me, Hermione?" the wizard asked her.

"One," she replied. "Justice. And it felt as if he was my first."

Severus looked at her.

"He wasn't," the Potions Master said, a bit of a growl in his voice, "I was."

Then, "What else have you never done, witch?"

He found it hard to believe that Hermione had never undressed a man. Was there no times with Justice when passion took over and she felt compelled to tear his clothes from his body? Severus began to suspect Justice Forall did not fulfill his duties as Hermione's lover.

Hermione flushed, and didn't answer him. Severus suddenly gripped her by both arms and shook her, his face dark.

"You need to tell me, Hermione, so I know how to handle you," he said to her, his voice raw from desire, which had increased greatly at the thought there were things no one had ever done with or to the witch.

Hermione blinked up at him, but still couldn't say anything.

"Have you done oral sex? Anal sex?" the wizard asked her.

Hermione reddened.

"No," she whispered.

Severus' cock bounced, and Hermione gasped drawing back from him a bit.

"Did Justice give you oral sex?" Severus demanded to know.

"No, I don't like it," the witch said.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her.

"You don't like it? Just how much did you enter that pensieve, Hermione?" he asked her, one eyebrow arched, "I distinctly remember you enjoying me lapping at your core."

Hermione turned a deep, deep red at the remembrance.

"Your Auror must not have known what he was doing," Severus said, his eyes glittering, "but don't worry witch. If marks were given for eating pussy, I'd have an "Outstanding."

Hermione turned an even deeper shade of red, her head looking like a beet. Severus couldn't help chuckling. He pulled the witch against him. Hermione's head rested against his chest and she could hear his strong heart beating even as she creamed herself.

"I think tonight will be a night of at least two 'firsts' for you witch. I happen to love oral sex. I'm going to have to teach you," he breathed, his cock pulsing against her belly powerfully. He felt the witch stiffen.

"My poor little repressed Gryffindor," he teased. "What a pleasure it's going to be taking you around the world tonight."

He stepped back from the witch, releasing her.

"Now, about my boxers…" he said, thrusting his hips forward.

Hermione looked at the Potions Master's pale body, her eyes drifting over his swollen boxers.

The witch took a deep breath, inserted her hands into the elastic waistband, closed her eyes and drew them down, feeling the wizard step out of them. She stood back up quickly, and opened her eyes, focusing on the center of his chest, which started to rumble with laughter.

"My gods, Hermione," the wizard said, "You fuck me night after night in that pensieve and you're afraid to even look at my cock?"

"I'm not afraid," Hermione said in a small voice. "It's just…just…"

"Too real for you, witch?" Severus asked her in a low voice, no longer laughing. "In that pensieve, you know what's going to happen and how it's going to happen. That gives you a comfort zone. But there should never be a comfort zone when it comes to sex, Hermione…never a 'safe' place. Never a sense of 'routine.'"

He took her hand and brought it to his cock.

"Touch me," he said softly.

Hermione looked up at him. His eyes weren't harsh, although heated. There was almost a pleading look in them. Almost, but not quite.

"Trust me, Hermione," he said, and he felt the witch's warm hand wrap around the shaft of his cock. Hermione felt a thrill run through her body as the weight, hardness and heat of him rested again her palm. She looked down.

She knew he was big, but gods, his organ was huge. She couldn't close her hand around his girth. It looked as if his cock was a foot long. She was sure it couldn't possibly be that big, it just seemed like it. The skin over his rigid shaft was soft, and moved when she shifted her hand slightly. Severus groaned at the small motion, biting his lip.

"More," he hissed. "Move your hand more, Hermione."

The witch slid her hand up and down the full length of him, and the wizard groaned louder, his eyes going half-lidded as the witch caressed him. He shuddered, and Hermione felt a sense of power, a sense of control. She continued to caress him, the knot in her belly growing tighter and her own breath quickening as the wizard responded to her caresses. She looked up at him. Severus' eyes were closed and his face slightly contorted as the witch worked her hand back and forth.

"Tighter," he breathed, his eyes snapping open, looking at her hungrily.

Hermione tightened her grip and he let out a growl.

"You see how good your hand makes me feel, witch?" he hissed at her.

"Yes," she responded.

"Your warm mouth would make me feel even more pleasure," he groaned "You want to give me pleasure, don't you?"

Hermione looked at the dark wizard, meeting his eyes, then looked down at his cock, thick, pale, hard and heavy, the head a purpling mushroom. It was enormous. She knew she could take it inside her body, because he'd done it before, but her mouth? He'd choke her to death. But she did want to give the wizard pleasure, and wanted him to find pleasure in her. Hermione didn't want him to think she was repressed, although she was. Why she was willing to do this for Severus, when she wasn't for Justice, she couldn't say. But the idea of it made her insides clench.

"Yes," the witch said, feeling the wizard shudder again, But I…I…couldn't take all of you into my mouth. You're too big."

"You don't have to take all of me in," Severus said, pulling his cock out of her hand and gripping her shoulders, walking her back toward the bed.

The witch was still fully dressed. It didn't seem to matter to him at this moment. Hermione felt the bed hit the back of her legs and she automatically sat down, the wizard standing before her, his erect cock face level. Severus stroked her hair gently as he talked to her.

"You don't have to take all of me," he repeated, his voice thick, "You can use your hands to caress the rest of me. It will feel good to me, witch. Exquisite. Especially because it's you, Hermione."

Severus wanted the witch to blow him badly. The idea he was the first wizard she'd ever done this to turned him on immensely.

"Go on, witch," he breathed, pushing his hips forward, pressing the head of his cock against her lips, his hand wrapping in her hair.

Another thrill went through Hermione this time, but it felt different…darker, hungrier as the wizard's hand coiled in her hair and his organ pressed against her lips. Severus was in control now. She couldn't get away from him if she wanted to…and that excited her. In her seventh year, part of her attraction to him was his dominating nature in the classroom. She would cream herself even then, when he ordered her to perform some demonstration or brew a certain potion. Now he was doing it sexually, and she felt as if she would melt into a puddle of need.

She opened her mouth and felt him thrust his hot, hard cock inside it.

"Damn," the wizard breathed as her moist mouth slipped over his swollen head. "Yes, witch. Yes. Now suck me, gently. Gently."

Hermione did, tasting his hard flesh. He tasted clean, but there was a distinctly male muskiness as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his hand guiding her back and forth over his cock. Gods, he was so big, her mouth was open as wide as it would go. Soon her jaw would be aching. But it turned her on as the wizard hissed and groaned his pleasure, his eyes locked on the witch.

Severus watched Hermione take him in, her lips dragging over his shaft, her mouth full of his cock. Gods, she looked so good…and so, so bad. Her mouth was soft, sweet and wet as she sucked him.

"Use your hands, caress me," he instructed, sounding breathless as pleasure coursed through him.

Hermione obeyed, bringing both hands up, encircling his girth and working back and forth in counterpoint to his thrusts.

"Yesssssssss," he hissed. Gods, the witch was a natural. The wizard found himself thinking that after practicing a few times, she would be phenomenal. But that would mean more than one interlude with her. He wasn't sure if this were something they would continue. But he was willing to live in the moment for now.

Hermione began to work her jaw, which started to ache. Severus saw her distress and stopped, withdrawing.

"That was very good for a first time witch…but I take some getting used to," he breathed at her, pulling her to her feet. Hermione looked a bit unfocused. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself and her heat. It made him think of the other heat awaiting him, and he growled against her lips.

He broke the kiss, the witch swaying towards him. He stared at her a moment, then walked over to his clothing and extricated his wand. He pointed it at her.

"Divesto," he breathed, and Hermione's clothing disappeared.

Hermione was so hot and so turned on she made no attempt to cover herself, her amber eyes resting on the wizard hungrily. She was ready for him now…ready for anything he wanted to do to her, the knot in her belly so tight she felt she could hardly draw breath.

Severus eyes drifted over the witch's body. She had very full breasts, tipped by dark areolas, her nipples puckered by desire. His eyes drifted over her belly, which was still flat to her trimmed chestnut bush. He noted her hips were more rounded, fuller, a gift left from childbearing. Severus didn't mind that…he liked full hips and thick thighs on a witch…"strong female attributes".

Hermione had both. She was small, but she was all woman.

Severus slowly walked toward her, his wand in his hand. He looked into her eyes as he pressed the tip of the wand beneath her belly button and whispered a contraceptive spell. Then his wand clattered to the floor as he pulled her soft body against him.

"Now it's time to make new memories, Hermione…memories that you will never forget," he breathed, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bed.

The wizard laid Hermione down gently on top of the bedding and looked down at her, his eyes once again drifting over her body. The scent of her arousal wafted up to him, making his mouth water.

"After tonight witch, you'll throw away that pensieve," he said, walking down to the end of the bed and climbing in slowly.

His black eyes were focused on her thighs.

"First, let me remind you how much you do like oral sex," he said, smirking at the wide-eyed witch as he inched his way towards her purposefully.

He pushed her legs apart and stared at her core, licking his lips in anticipation. Hermione lifted her head slightly, looking at the wizard. Severus' eyes flashed hotly at her.

"Open up and say...ooh, witch."

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