A Looping of the Scales ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 54 ~ Even Sweeter Torment

As they crossed the threshold to Snape’s bedroom, the wizard stopped, looking at Hermione and licking his lips.

”I want to shag you like this—just like this, Hermione, with your legs wrapped around my waist and your arms around my neck,” he said softly. “I want to watch your face—“

”We’ll see, Severus,” she replied with a slight gasp as he pulled her into his hardness again. “But right now, you need to put me down—on the floor.”

Snape carried her further into the bedroom and put her down on the floor, letting her slide down his body slowly. She looked up at him, then reached up and undid the first button of his robes.

”I can do that faster,” Snape said.

”No. I love all these buttons. I want to do it,” Hermione replied, unfastening the next in a long line of tiny buttons.

”Hermione, there’s over fifty buttons,” he whined. “It’s going to take forever.”

”I want to undo them myself, Severus. It turns me on.”

Faced with that pronouncement, Snape shut up. He wasn’t about to interfere with anything about himself or his robes that turned Hermione on. The scent of her right now was nearly driving him mad.

When she was about twenty buttons in, Hermione parted his robes and looked surprised when she saw his pale chest beneath.

”Aren’t you wearing clothes under your robes,” she asked him.

His lips compressed, Snape shook his head.

”Just boxers,” he managed to get out. He let out a gasp as Hermione pressed her lips to his bare skin, right over his heart, then continued to unbutton his robes. She was getting close to the tented part now and didn’t hesitate touching his erection in passing. Snape hissed helplessly as she grinned up at him.

”Sensitive, aren’t we?” she asked him softly as she started to kneel to get the rest of the buttons. Snape looked down at her and he started to tremble a little. Her face was right in front of his hard-on although she was looking down at the rest of the buttons. She saw her socks and trainers as she did so.

”That’s not sexy at all,” she said, rising.

Snape blinked at her. What? He wasn’t sexy? Not even a little bit?

Hermione walked over to the bed and sat down, untying her trainers, then removing them along with her socks. She wriggled her toes.

“That’s better. Trainers don’t go very well with nighties. Not sexy at all.”

Snape let out a relieved sigh. She hadn’t been talking about him. He started to take off his robes since they were opened. Hermione popped up.

”No! I want to do it,” she said, walking back over to him. She sounded like a petulant two-year-old as she walked behind Severus. He closed his eyes as her hands ran over his shoulders, then caught the front of his robes and drew them back. He held his arms back and out, feeling the air hit his skin as she took them off him. He felt alone for a moment as she walked away to put them on the chair, then her arms encircled his waist as she kissed him softly behind his shoulders, her lips soft and warm as they moved over his skin.

”Hermione,” he sighed, turning around, his tented boxers grazing her lower belly.

Hermione looked at him. He had filled out a bit since his accident. He was eating better and it showed. He was still slender, but his ribs didn’t show as much. He had the “skinny” six pack, too. His chest wasn’t as thin either. Possibly flying as a Gryffin had strengthened it and his shoulders. His hair was touching his shoulders now. Suddenly, she pushed him backwards so hard he stumbled, falling on to the bed and catching himself on his hands so he was in a sitting position.

”Hey!” he exclaimed.

”Too rough for you, Severus?” Hermione asked him, walking up and kneeling on her heels, unzipping the side of one of his boots and tugging it off him.

”You really need to get some carpeting in here. The stone floor is too hard for me to get on my knees,” she informed him as she pulled off his sock and tucked it into the boot. She then removed the other. “Or a couple of rugs.”

”Carpeting,” he breathed. If she wanted that, he’d get it for her. “Rugs.”

Hermione stood up and moved between Severus’ legs, looking down at him as he stared at her body. He pushed his head between her breasts and just inhaled. He looked up at her.

”You have no idea how delicious you smell, Hermione. Thank you for not wearing perfume. Nothing you could spray on could match your natural aroma,” he told her. “It makes my skin tingle and my mouth water. I feel I could just eat you.”

”That’s not very reassuring, Severus, considering in your Animagus form, you could eat me,” she replied with a smirk.

”Never,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around Hermione’s waist and falling on his back into the bed, pulling her on top of him.

”At least, not in the usual sense,” he added, rolling her over and kissing her hungrily.

”Mmmf! Mmmf!”

Hermione squirmed beneath him and Snape reluctantly broke the kiss, his brow furrowed.

”What?” he breathed, pressing his loins into her.

”Ladies night. Now, roll over and stay over unless I tell you differently,” Hermione demanded, scowling at him.

Snape obediently rolled to his back and Hermione straddled him, brushing her hair back as he stared up at her.

”Now, where should I start?” she mused as Snape rubbed the side of her thighs softly, the slight fabric of her nightie separating his palm from her flesh.

”Um, I have a suggestion,” he said softly.

Hermione looked down at him, her eyes slightly narrowed.

”You could take off your nightie,” the wizard responded, his eyes falling to her breasts. The nipples were tiny buds.

”My nightie. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

”Yes.”

Hermione smirked at him then drew her gown over her head, revealing her body. She still wore the tiny thong. Snape let out a little noise as she removed it and dropped it behind her to the floor.

Snape ran his hands up her sides and around the curve of her breasts before capturing her shoulders and trying to pull her down for yet another kiss.

She resisted.

”You really have control issues, Severus. I’m in charge—do you understand that? I’ve already explained to you about what I wanted to do tonight. Didn’t you hear a word I said to you.”

”It must be the blood gone south situation,” he replied. “It’s hard to focus on instructions right now, Hermione.”

”You don’t have to focus. Just lie there and let me do what I want,” she said to him.

”I’ll—I’ll try and control myself,” he said docilely.

Hermione leaned down and kissed him lightly.

”That’s a good wizard,” she purred at him as she pulled away, Snape’s lips following hers, parted and wanting more.

”Is this going to be more torment?” he asked her.

Hermione smiled naughtily.

”That depends on your definition of torment, Severus,” she replied as she climbed off of him and laid down beside him. He turned his head toward her and started to turn his body.

”No, stay on your back,” she said softly, caressing his cheek, her warm hand sliding slowly around his jaw line, then down his throat. She saw his Adam’s apple bob and placed her palm against it, feeling it work up and down against her hand. Then she took her hand away and leaned over him.

”Tilt your head back a little,” she breathed softly, and Snape did as he was asked, his eyes closing as her lips rested against his throat, right on his Adam’s apple. He reflexively swallowed again, Hermione feeling it shift under her lips. She suckled his neck and Snape let out a groan. Her mouth felt so soft, so wonderful as she kissed his throat, her hand sliding over his shoulder, down his chest, then . . .

Hah—heh—hoo—“ the wizard breathed as Hermione gently grasped and tweaked his nipple. Both hardened into taut little peaks immediately and Hermione once again straddled him, her core lower than his boxer encased cock so she wasn’t sitting directly on it, but it still pressed against her lower belly, restricted from standing straight up because of the fabric. Sliding back, Hermione kissed and licked Snape’s chest, then suckled his little peak and the wizard buckled as if she’d touched him with a white hot poker.

Hermione knew how to suck a breast because she knew what she liked to feel and she applied her lips, teeth and tongue to first one man breast, then the other, moving hack and forth sensuously, pulling, suckling, nipping with both lips and teeth.

”Shit!” Snape gasped as little shocks of pleasure shot through him. The sensations were delicious and felt so wrong, yet so good. Snape thought only witches liked their nipples sucked and played with, but Merlin’s pubes, he liked this.

Hermione obviously liked doing it to him, her brown eyes turned upward as she nipped and licked at him, feeling him writhe and wriggle under her. She smiled around a mouthful of nipple and flesh as he let out a shuddering gasp and one of his hands moved to the back of her head, trying to keep her there. His skin was becoming moist and very slightly salted as Snape began to perspire under her ministrations.

“Oh gods,” he muttered as Hermione left his breasts and began kissing her way down his belly. He had said that because both of her breasts were around this cock and she was rubbing back and forth as she kissed him, caressing his stiff organ between them. But he was still in his boxers, so it was still a sweet torment.

Not one that lasted long either as Snape reached down and pulled his cock out, slapping it upward between her breasts and pressing them around it, feeling all that fullness, heat and softness as Hermione’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes went half lidded. Snape pumped between them as best he could. He could have died when the head of his cock bumped Hermione’s chin.

But this wasn’t the time to go to the Great Beyond, oh no. No. He’d fight the reaper tooth and nail if he dared try to claim him now. Then he felt Hermione’s tongue flick over his head for a quick second and he stopped moving as she looked up at him, resting on her elbows so he could see the head and upper part of his cock caught between her breasts, glistening.

”Oh—oh—damn,” he breathed, unable to help pressing her breasts tighter and thrusting a little. “Heremione—oh. Damn. I can’t believe—“ He caught her breasts fully in both hands and drew them together so he was completely surrounded by witch, then started thrusting again, shagging her tits, his mouth open and eyes wet with pleasure as he looked from his thrusting organ to Hermione’s face. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly pursed. She gasped from time to time, softly, and let out a tiny “Mmm” from time to time, clearly turned on.

”Yesss, Hermione,” he breathed, feeling himself tightening. Hermione felt him pulse against her skin.

”Stop!” she hissed, pulling away from him and sitting up on her knees. Snape’s hands clasped spasmodically as if still holding her juicy breasts. With her hands on her hips, and narrowed brown eyes, she looked like an angry, nude goddess. Her crotch was resting on his knees and he could feel the moist heat through the soaked thong.

”You’d better not come yet, Severus. I haven’t even started on you yet!”

Snape bit his lip and closed his eyes, his entire body quaking as he tried to hold back. Even thinking about Potter wasn’t helping. What they’d just done was too erotic to block out. Suddenly, he felt strong pressure on the head of his cock and his eyes flew open to find Hermione gripping him tightly.

”This is supposed to help,” she said softly. The pressure might have helped, but seeing and feeling Hermione’s hand around his most sensitive part, choking it—didn’t.

”I’m—I’m sorry,” he gasped as his balls drew up and Hermione felt the underside of his shaft contract and he shot a wad into her closed fist, groaning in pleasure. Quickly she yanked his cock backward and pointed it at her chest, releasing the head, so the next several spurts landed on her skin in thick white globules, looking a bit like runny pearls.

Snape’s back was arched, his head tilted back and lower lip caught between his teeth as he grunted. Damn, that felt so good. When he stopped he looked at Hermione, who looked down at him with soft eyes, his come slowly running over her breasts. With him watching, Hermione rubbed it into her skin like lotion before slowly bringing her fingertips to her mouth, Snape up on his elbows now unable to believe what he was seeing as she tasted his come.

She made a smacking noise and said, “This wouldn’t be that hard to swallow.”

Snape grabbed her and pulled her upward, locking his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss before he apologized for not being able to hold back.

”That’s all right, Severus. It’s said a man lasts longer after his first ejaculation. I’m going to make sure you have more than one,” she told him.

Snape stared at her. She was so hot—he never dreamed she’d be like this. Hermione had never entertained the thought either. Getting her tits shagged and tasting a wizard’s come hadn’t been on her to do list of things to accomplish in her last year at Hogwarts. But, it seemed so right to do with Severus. She didn’t feel self-conscious about it, perhaps because their first time, he wasn’t hesitant about her body. He wasn’t a Ron, who was over-cautious and a little prudish. Young wizard prudish. As he got older, most likely he’d become more comfortable and explorative, but Snape was ready from square one to be a good lover. Tom might have had quite a bit to do with that.

Whatever the subconscious reasons for Hermione’s lack of inhibition, it really came down to having the right partner. Snape was that and more. He was willing to take the submissive role as well as the dominant one. Such cooperation couldn’t help but make their encounters good. It was as if they were made for each other.

Hermione slid over and rested her head on his shoulder. Snape looked at her with tender eyes.

”It shouldn’t take me long to recover,” he said softly.

”I know it won’t,” Hermione said, Snape jerking slightly as she brazenly cupped his balls and gently rolled them between her fingers, before reaching behind them with a forefinger and stroking his perineum. Snape gasped and arched again.

”Not too long at all,” she reiterated with a wicked grin.


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A/N: Well, I thought they’d be shagging this chapter, but . . . apparently I was wrong. Lol. Again, with the kids and such, not a conducive atmosphere for lemons. I’ve been writing this chapter in spurts since yesterday evening. Very slow going. I usually write straight through. I’ve lost one of my two freelance writing clients due to irreconcilable differences and a broken agreement between us. There were terms that were to be met, that weren’t on their side. And I began to feel used and unappreciated. But, on a brighter note, the client I lost was the one who paid a penny a word. I still have my client that pays two cent a word, although I don’t work for him as much as I’d like. I did get some inquiries from my website so, I’m hopeful. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Thanks for reading.