A Looping of the Scales ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 44 ~ One Eternal Moment

Snape straightened, then pulled Hermione up so her back rested against his chest. He began caressing her breasts and body ardently, kissing the side of her face, her neck and her shoulders, doing his best to give her some final stimulation while working up his nerve and trying to calm himself. Hermione had no idea how nervous and excited he was, how much he wanted to make a good showing.

He had no idea that even if intercourse didn’t go well as he wished, or last as long as he hoped, Hermione would still be very happy with him and satisfied with their first engagement. Like most men, he believed that penetration and longevity was the crux of sexual encounters, when it wasn’t that way at all. He made sure to make Hermione feel good, to be undeniably affected by him. He’d given her passion and time, a sense of being wanted and appreciated. He’d made her feel like the most desirable witch in the world. He’d already reached the pinnacle with her, and never realized he’d already conquered that mountaintop. He truly was a lover, and as young as he was, she’d be hard put to find anyone else like him.

”Hermione,” he breathed into her ear. “Hermione—I—I—“

”Hermione’s head rested against his shoulder, her body slick under his hands as she sighed back at him, “Don’t talk, Severus—just keep going. I feel so—I want this. Want you—gods.”

Hermione twisted her head so he could reach her mouth, and Snape kissed her once more, his tongue probing her mouth hungrily as he thought about sliding another part of his anatomy into her warm flesh. His cock was trapped vertically against her lower back, pulsing against her warmth and the scent of her desire filled the room, overpowering the flowers surrounding the bed. Gently, Snape pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees, and he smoothed one hand up her spine, reaching under her hair and grasping her neck.

”Put your head down and your arse up,” he breathed, guiding her head down to the pillow. He thought that would be a better, easier angle for penetration. Hermione let him do it, her cheek pressing into the Slytherin green pillow.

She could smell the scent of his hair in the fabric, her eyes closed and pussy nearly clapping with need as he gently adjusted her, his warm hand sliding over her waist, hips and buttocks as he scooted back to see his target. She wanted to feel him inside her, his body and her body connected by flesh embedded and surrounded by, fitted together, two parts of the perfect whole. This wasn’t like with Ron. There was desire with him, but not the intense sense urgency and necessity she felt with Severus. She’d go mad if they didn’t complete this or attempt to complete it.

Severus looked down at her plump arse, breathing heavily and trying to calm himself. He pressed his hand against one cheek, pushing it aside and revealing her glistening core.

”Merlin,” he whispered, looking at her glistening thighs and the pink flesh between them. He could see the lips around her entrance were slightly puffy, puffier than before. They would caress his cock too. He shuddered a little and gripped his cock just under the head and pressed against Hermione’s softness, seeking entry.

”Oh!” Hermione groaned and he stopped quickly, slightly afraid.

”Am I hurting you?” he asked her tremulously, still holding her cheek apart with one pale hand.

”No. No, it’s just—pressure. Keep going,” she breathed. “You have to push harder. Push harder.”

Snape blinked at her, then resumed, doing as she directed and suddenly the head of his cock sunk into the tightest, hottest, juiciest, softest bliss he’d ever experienced. Hermione left out a gasp.

”Oh gods, you’re so big! Shit! Oh—“

Snape’s mouth was open and he couldn’t speak or move for several moments. It just felt too good. Suddenly, Hermione pushed back hard, immersing him deeply in her sleeve with a shuddering cry which was echoed by Snape, who hadn’t expected it. He was inside her and it was—amazing.

”Hermione—“ he gasped as she surrounded him, both of his hands on her arse now, clutching her cheeks so tightly the flesh bubbled between his spread fingers. He gripped them as if they were handholds to hang on to for dear life.

”Severus,” he heard Hermione breathe, then her arse shifted forward, sliding his rigid cock deliciously through her warmth. It felt as if her body was actually pulsing and gripping his shaft, or was it his shaft that was pulsing against her tight walls? Snape couldn’t tell. It just felt incredible and if she moved any more he was going to come.

”Don’t move!” he hissed desperately. “Please Hermione. Let me do this or I’m not going to last!”

Hermione fell still when he said this. She wanted him to last, to move, to shag her. He was inside and she felt so full of him, aware of the throbbing of his cock inside her. It felt so right, so good even though he wasn’t moving yet. Just being impaled was making her libido do somersaults, and she tightened around him in reaction.

Snape hissed again as her pussy clutched at him.

”Oh gods, Hermione. Don’t move inside either,” he moaned, shaking as he fought the pleasure he felt. He had to look away from where their bodies met, avoid looking at the soft pink flesh puckered around his girth like a vertical mouth filled and stretched far too wide.

“I can’t help it,” she managed to say as she pulsed again.

”Help it!” he demanded, trying to calm himself enough to actually stroke her without spraying come all over the bedroom. He felt his balls begin to pulse slightly, and knew what that was—pre-ejaculation signs.

No. No, not yet. Desperately he tried thinking of something unpleasant to stop it. He found it immediately. James Potter and the Marauders. He imagined the four of them, wands drawn on him, and his pulsing slowed as anger rose. Breathing heavily, he pulled back, Hermione cooing like a dove, then gasping as he gave her a deep thrust, hitting her cervix and stopping quickly, holding himself pressed deep inside her.

”Yes,” he breathed, running one hand down her spine.

”Do it again, Severus,” Hermione breathed. “More—“

He steeled himself and slowly drew back, his eyes nearly rolling up into his head as her flesh sucked at him and he nearly withdrew, the flange of his head barely visible between her lips. Oh, it felt so--

”Ommph” he grunted, driving back into her, actually jerking her body.

”Shit! Oh! Oh yes! Yes!” Hermione squealed. Damn, this was good. It was as if he were hitting some achy sweet spot deep inside her.

Snape leaned over her now, placing both hands on either side of her body and began to stroke her slowly, but with some power, jerking her body with each delicious penetration, his mouth slack and hair swinging gently as she moaned under him, sounding like an angel, a beautiful, sexy angel, her buttocks rippling as he bounced against them.

He kept it slow and methodical, not rushing, getting used to the sensation of her pussy swallowing him down. It seemed the more he stroked, the deeper he went as if she were stretching to accommodate his size. Soon, his balls were pressing against her core each time he entered her. He found his rhythm, his belly tight and lower lip caught between his teeth.

All Hermione knew was Severus at this point, feeling his perspiration dripping on her back as he took the gift she gave him, his groans and hisses of pleasure filling her ears as his length and girth filled her body. It felt so satisfying, so bloody fantastic. Gods, sex really was good with the right partner.

And Severus Snape was as right as rain.

Snape began to move faster, his arse clenching and unclenching as he sat back on his heels and grasped her waist, drawing her back into his stroke now, going as deep as he could, Hermione crying out, his name on her lips, egging him on. Yes, he was making her feel good and she was growing slicker and tighter around him. Once more he smelled the change in her, and began to hit her harder and faster, wanting to feel her hot juices pour over his plunging organ. Now there were no NEWTS or academic lessons, but he was still learning, learning the depth and breadth of a Hermione Granger with no other ambition than to belong to him for this one eternal moment.

”Give it to me!” he gasped, stroking her hard and fast, clutching her waist and driving into her desperately as if trying to burst through some invisible obstruction, Hermione matching him stroke for stroke, meeting each thrust with her own, then rolling her hips, making him hitch and buckle inside her, nearly making him lose it. But he forced the feeling down, once again using the Marauders as a sex aid.

At least they were good for something.

Suddenly, Hermione let out a screech and Severus cursed as her sleeve tightened down on his cock like a long, velvet fist, then heat, slow, liquid and rolling covered him and leaked out the sides of their connection, wetting his pelvis and balls as the witch shuddered, her inner vibrations adding to his pleasure.

”Fuck!” Snape yelled as he came, his balls tightening and electricity shooting up his spine as he released in several intensely pleasurable bursts of bliss, filling Hermione with his seed. He immediately collapsed on her back, panting as they both slid down in the bed, his softening organ still buried in her warmth. He gently and tiredly kissed her shoulder.

The whole session only lasted about ten minutes, but it was more than enough for both of them and not too bad for a first time, especially since he had gotten one more orgasm out of her.

They both lay there, breathing heavily, Snape resting on her body, his lips pressed against her throat now, but unmoving, just resting there, maintaining contact with her warm body. His cock was still inside her too, warm, comfortable and flaccid. He didn’t want to ever move again.

But she shifted under him and he weakly moved off of her, falling on his stomach beside her, turning his face towards hers. Hermione looked utterly exhausted, but her brown eyes were soft and she wore a very sleepy looking smile that made his chest swell. Her hair was a mass of tangles partially covering her face, and he gently pushed it out of the way so he could see her more clearly.

”That was amazing,” he said to her softly, one hand moving to her back and caressing it gently. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, then smiled again.

”Yes, it was. I feel so relaxed—as if I don’t have a care in the world. It feels nice—but strange. I’m so used to having a million thoughts in my head.”

Snape kissed her temple.

”Enjoy it. I’m sure it won’t last long,” he said, feeling his eyes growing heavy.

”I’m going to have to leave, you know,” Hermione said softly.

Snape’s eyes snapped open immediately.

”Leave?”

”Yes. Eleven o’clock curfew, remember? It’s a weeknight,” she reminded him.

Snape’s dark eyes rested on her. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her to stay and sleep with him. But, to ask her to do so would be asking her to break the rules. She was over the age of consent, but there was still school protocol to follow. And protocol said she was to be in her house by eleven.

“Yes,” he said softly, taking a strand of her hair and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll walk you to Gryffindor tower.”

She gave him a smile.

”No, you won’t,” she replied. “You’ll stay here like you usually do when I leave. I can get there under my own steam, Severus. But it’s sweet of you to offer.”

Snape scowled as Hermione climbed over him, got out of bed, gathered up her clothing and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. He listened as she used the loo and flushed it, then heard water running in the basin. His brows were furrowed.

He hated she was leaving. But after a moment or so, he relaxed. She was just leaving for now. Their relationship as lovers had been established and hopefully, there would be more nights like this.

He was almost sure there would be.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. ***