Yuleride

Chapter 43 ~ Under the Stars (Finale)

Hermione gently released his spent organ from her mouth and kissed his thighs, making the wizard shudder again before he reached down and pulled her up his body, kissing her appreciatively before looking up at her.

”That was quite the surprise,” he said to her softly.

”I’m full of surprises,” Hermione replied with a smile.

Snape didn’t smile back as his black eyes met hers. Suddenly, he rolled Hermione over to her back, leaning over her, his lank hair curtaining his face as his dark eyes glittered down at her. The flickering torchlight gave him an almost sinister, unearthly cast.

”You’re going to be full of me shortly,” he breathed down at her, reaching under her neck and untying the halter. “To the brim, witch. But first, I’ve got to get you out of this costume. I’ve decided skin to skin is best. Besides—“

Snape untied the halter and drew the bead fabric down, revealing Hermione’s breasts, the nipples tightly puckered as she stared up at him.

”If you wore this, I’d find it difficult to do this—“

Snape lowered his head and his warm mouth covered one hardened peak, suckling gently as she arched and sighed with pleasure. He swirled his tongue, tapping and licking, sending little electric thrills through her body before switching to her other breast and giving it the same attention. Hermione’s sighs and moans were like music, and his mouth moved upward. He kissed her throat and shoulders tenderly before returning to her lips and possessing them. His kisses were languorous, slow and intimate as he lapped at her tongue, easing a response from her that was body-wide. Her thighs shifted impatiently.

”You seem anxious,” he breathed against her lips, “but I’m not ready yet. Here—“

Hermione buckled as Snape slid one hand down her belly, under the elastic of her skirt and the thin strap of her thong, his long fingers sliding to her apex.

”Spread your thighs,” he said quietly, staring down at her now, watching her reaction as she obeyed him, Hermione gasping as his digits slipped between her folds. He began to massage her clit and labia, moving three fingers in a gentle, circular motion, Hermione letting out a hoarse moan of pleasure, her eyes distant and half-lidded as her pelvis moved in tangent with his fingers’ motions.

”So beautiful,” Snape breathed down at her, altering the movement of his fingers, making larger and smaller circles against her softness, slipping his other hand under her head to cradle it, then covering her mouth with his own.

They lay beneath the stars, engaged and undulating, Snape taking Hermione to the heights with just his mouth and his fingertips, his hungry, tender kisses giving her the emotional connection she needed as his moistened digits played her body like an instrument, her voice hitting the notes he desired to hear.

”Come for me, Hermione,” he breathed against her mouth, his gentle fingers quickening, feeling her hardened, swollen clit pressed against the tips. “Quid pro quo, my love. Quid pro quo—under the stars.”

Hermione heard him, her eyes opening and looking into his face, Snape’s eyes narrowed as he whispered to her, summoning the tide, lifting her on the crest of his desire and letting her crash against the shores with a shriek, her very being seeming to melt away with her release.

”Yesssss,” Snape breathed at her, slowly sliding his drenched fingers from beneath her skirt, leaving a slight, wet trail on her exposed belly before bringing them to his mouth, cleaning her musky sweetness from his hand, his dark eyes not leaving her flushed face as she floated earthward, back to Egypt—back to him.

Hermione was aware of Snape rolling her towards him and undoing the lower part of her halter and drawing it away. Then, he rolled on top of her for a moment, grabbing his own robes and slinging them away from the ottoman. He shifted downward, his nude body colored by the flickering torchlight, his erection back full force. Hermione gazed at his thin frame as he drew down her skirt, urging her to lift her hips.

She did so as if in a dream, feeling the fabric sliding over her legs. Then, she felt another thinner fabric slid over her skin. Her moistened thong.

Snape held it against his nose for a moment, inhaling deeply before also tossing it and the skirt aside so there was nothing left on the bed to impede them. He looked down at Hermione stretched out before him, her nude body shining slightly from perspiration, her eyes resting on his face before slowly moving down his body, resting on his erection. He could almost feel her gaze moving over his skin, and bit his lip as she licked hers.

He suddenly fell forward, catching himself on his hands, startling Hermione as his face hovered an inch over hers.

”I believe a little cleanup is in order,” he purred, kissing her lightly, then quickly sliding his lips over her body, making a beeline for her thighs and the remaining sweetness pooled between them. Hermione let out a squeal as Snape mercilessly dove to her core, his tongue swirling over and around her clit, labia and inner thighs as he collected the remnants of her orgasm. She tried to push him away, the feel of his tongue just too much sensation, but the wizard caught both her hands by the wrists and continued his “maintenance” ignoring her shrill protests and jerking pelvis until all he tasted was skin.

Snape lifted his head and looked up at the panting witch, her breasts rising and falling prettily. He still had a good hold on her wrists. Hermione took in the view of his pale face between the vee of her raised thighs.

”Come up here,” she breathed softly.

Severus obliged her, moving slowly, his shoulders flexing like those of a big cat as he climbed over her body, then lay full length on top of her, his cock trapped between them, long, hard and throbbing as he looked down at her. She could smell her own scent on him, then tasted it as he kissed her deeply.

When he broke the kiss, he caressed her damp hair and said, “You are delicious in more ways than one, Hermione Granger.”

A breeze flowed over their bodies, slightly moist from the water, cooling them and carrying the sweet scent of flowers and fruit trees on the night air. Hermione looked up at the stars again, and let out a little sigh of happiness.

”I never thought it could be like this for me,” she said softly. “A little more than a year ago, my life was all laid out for me. I was going to work at Hogwarts, get married and start a family. I was going to have an ordinary life.”

”It would have been an existence, not a life, Hermione,” Snape said to her softly. “You were meant for more than just existing. You were meant for this. Challenge, adventure and nights among the stars with a man who appreciates everything about you. Even the irritating little quirks.”

”Irritating little quirks? What quirks? If you want to talk about being quirky, Severus Snape—“ Hermione seethed, starting to get angry, struggling under him and inadvertently stimulating the wizard at the same time as she rolled against his stiff organ.

Snape gtimaced then pressed into her hard, shifting his loins back and forth, the foreskin of his cock slipping back and forth, causing him to hiss.

”We could be expending our energy in better ways than quarreling, witch,” he said, kissing her again and continuing his movements against her. Hermione had stopped struggling the moment he began to move and remind her of the more immediate situation, her hands sliding over his shoulders, down his scarred back, over his clenching flanks and back

Snape continued kissing Hermione, his body flexing, hands caressing her hips and thighs until she thought she would explode from want.

”Please, Severus,” she murmured against his mouth. “The real thing. You’re driving me crazy.”

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Snape pulled back from her mouth, his eyes glinting as he shifted his body lower, raising himself up on one hand as he reached down and grasped the base of his cock, dragging the thick head over Hermione’s core as he positioned himself at her slick entrance. She let out a groan at his heat and hardness as the thick head pressed against her core.

”As I promised,” Snape said softly as he penetrated Hermione slowly, parting her soft flesh and entering her warm, tight, moist sleeve. Hermione’s mouth dropped open as his cock slid through her deliciously, his length and girth filling her completely.

Snape’s thin lips pursed with pleasure as he stared down at her, then lower to where their bodies met, a third of his cock visible. He pulled back slightly, Hermione letting out a moan as he watched more of his thick shaft appear, caressed by her inner flesh and surrounded by her curling brown hair.

”Mmmm,” Snape murmured, pressing himself back inside the witch. “It almost feels like Christmas—again. Doesn’t it, Hermione?”

Hermione couldn’t answer, she was so overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her.

Snape smirked down at his lover.

”This is quite a compelling way to silence you,” he whispered as he drew back and slowly stroked her again, whirling his loins and winding his cock inside her.

”Oooh,” Hermione breathed, her face twisting in pleasure.

”Did you say something?” Snape purred at her, drawing back and stroking into her again, a bit harder this time, with a sharper twist and wind of his loins, jerking her body slightly.

”OOoooOo,” Hermione gasped, her hands clenching in reaction, and nails digging into his sides this time. Good thing she kept them well trimmed. She only left impressions, not scratches. Snape growled at the slight pain and began to take the witch in earnest, holding himself above her, penetrating Hermione with slow, deliberate deep strokes.

Hermione’s hands slid to Snape’s shoulders as she moaned beneath him, his dark eyes shifting from her face, to her bouncing breasts to the juncture of their bodies. He paused to hook his arms under Hermione’s thighs, pulling them upward, trapping them under his arms.

”Oh gods, Severus,” Hermione breathed up at him as he drove deeper, still gentle in the possession, shifting his angle to give her and himself the greatest pleasure.

”Can you feel me, Hermione?” the wizard asked her, suddenly falling still, embedded deep in her body, his eyes questioning. “Can you feel what’s burning inside me while I’m inside you? I want no other witch—no other woman—”

He began to tremble, his emotions beginning to well over

”I feel it, Severus,” Hermione gasped up at him, her eyes wet from both his loving and his struggle to make her understand what he was feeling. “I don’t want any other wizard—no other man—“

Severus stared down at her, then suddenly dropped onto her body, covering her mouth with his own, tangling her tongue in his own. He began to stroke her hard and deep, unable to help himself, feeling as if he couldn’t get close enough, deep enough as he tore into her body, Hermione’s muffled cries filling his mouth as his brain shut down and body went into automatic for several minutes. The night was filled with the sound of their slapping bodies, their groans, sighs and cries of pleasure as Snape took Hermione with abandon.

Perspiration poured down the wizard’s back as he sought to claim everything about the witch under him. He wanted more than her body. He wanted her mind, her soul and anything else that made her who she was. He laid his cheek against hers and reached under their bodies, grasping two handfuls of her arse and drove into her, pulling her into his stroke, listening to her cry out his name over and over. It was when he felt the warm wetness of her tears against his face that sanity returned and he managed to stop, releasing her and rolling to the side, pulling her against him, caressing her hair as he fought to catch his breath. But he didn’t exit her exquisite body. He was still hard as iron, still hungry for her. She shuddered in his arms, her breath coming in gasps. He wiped at her tears, a bit afraid he’d gone too far.

”I’m sorry,” he breathed at her. “Hermione, I’m sorry—I—I couldn’t stop. I don’t know what came over me—I just—I just—“

Snape fell silent. He didn’t have any excuse other than he wanted to lose himself in her, and had done so. It was the first time in his life he had ever lost control with a witch. He always knew what he was doing. He was always controlled, precise, every stroke serving a purpose, measured to bring the most pleasure before ejaculation. If he went “animal” it was a conscious decision to pummel and break. That hadn’t been the case this time.

He’d lost it, and he promised her he would never hurt her.

Hermione shuddered in his arms, her breathing easier now. She knew what happened. She saw the look in his eyes when she told him she wanted no other man. He was overcome with emotion, and he wasn’t used to expressing emotion. So his body took over, his passion and yes, his love.

She looked into his stricken face. For the first time, she saw fear in those black eyes. They had nearly been killed several times on this expedition, by cave-ins, guards, sudden sandstorms and more. Not once did he seem afraid. But now, holding her in his arms, she could see he was frightened—because of her.

”It’s all right, Severus,” she said softly. “I’m still alive—barely.”

She gave him a weak little smile. His face relaxed and he kissed her tenderly, still embedded inside her, longing to move again. He jerked slightly, and tensed, blinking rapidly as he pulled away from her mouth.

”We can keep going,” she said to him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Just—just take it easy.”

”I will,” he promised, gathering her in his arms a bit tighter and beginning to move, gently, Hermione sighing with pleasure as they lay face to face. Snape was restrained now, careful, as if Hermione was made of glass. Hermione could feel his reticence.

“Stop,” she told him suddenly.

Snape did as she asked, his brow creased.

”I see I’m going to have to take over. You’ve lost your nerve,” the witch said, rolling the wizard to his back and climbing on top of him.

”Lost—lost my nerve?” Snape spluttered, then his eyes rolled up in his head as Hermione slid her pussy over him, tight, hot and wet. She leaned forward, grasped his shoulders and rolled her hips, twisting the wizard inside her.

”Sweet Merlin,” the wizard gasped as Hermione began to fuck him. That was the only description of what the witch did that fit. She rode the wizard like a jockey into the final stretch, tightening her muscles as she rose and fell, burying his cock deep into her body again and again, even slapping his face a little, which shocked and secretly delighted him to the point he began to help her. Soon, they were going at it just as ardently as when he was on top of her and there were no complaints as they both howled, Snape clutching her waist so tightly, he left little bruise marks on her slippery skin.

Hermione Granger was an animal, a wanton, luscious, sexual animal who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. For the first time in his life, Severus Snape was on the receiving end.

It wasn’t a bad place to be.

He felt Hermione beginning to tighten around him and sped up, trying to keep up with her, her clutching sleeve milking him, drawing him closer to the precipice, Hermione bouncing on him with abandon, shining in the torchlight, her hair completely in wet ringlets and not a drop of makeup left on her face. He thought her the most passionate, beautiful creature on earth as the dam burst, both of them hitting the flow together, howling the other’s name as they melded, becoming one, bodies caught in an infinite moment in time, crashing together and whirling in a torrent of ecstasy, pulse meeting pulse, flow meeting flow, bodies and mouths locked together as they spun, ebbing, drifting back, hearts pounding as they quivered against each other, exhausted and exhilarated under the star-filled sky.

Damn, that had been good.

Hermione lay on top of Snape, who embraced her weakly with one arm and caressed her hair as he tried to catch his breath. He felt weak as a kitten and thoroughly drained, sure that every ounce of sperm he had in his body was swimming about inside Hermione. It wouldn’t reach shore though.

She wore a patch.

Hermione rested on top of Severus, her face tucked into his throat, still straddling him with her knees, her core resting against his flaccid cock, arse up in the air. She was exhausted, too. She really needed to roll off of him, but she was too comfortable.

They fell asleep that way, entwined and connected, the only witnesses to their peaceful slumber—the twinkling stars above.

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A/N: At last. :) Snape probably wouldn't have appreciated my song choice, but :::shrugs::: I thought most of the lyrics were suitable. I've always loved that song. Thanks for reading. ***