Something Much Darker II

“Wrap your hand around the base, Hermione,” he instructed. Once she had done so, he continued. “Now, swirl your tongue around the head, and keep your tongue soft, not hard. The head is as sensitive as your clit.” As Hermione uncertainly followed his instructions, Snape clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He concentrated on the pain for a moment, willing himself not to lose control. But gods! Her innocent mouth on his cock! He could hardly believe it. Taking a deep breath, he said. “Follow your instincts, Hermione. Let’s see how you do.”

Follow your instincts, he had said. Hermione lowered her lashes, hiding her eyes from him, and did just that. She slowly took his length into her mouth, enjoying the incredible intimacy of what she was doing. No wonder he loved using his mouth on her! And his taste! Slightly salty, and with a faint muskiness that she realized was her own scent. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it, but she did. Still unsure, she began to move her head up and down, trying to mimic the movements of sex.

Severus groaned. Her innocent attempts were more arousing to him than the most experienced prostitute’s skill. “Use your tongue, Hermione,” he whispered. “Stiffen it as you go down, so that it slides down the underside. As you go up, wiggle it back and forth.” Snape forced himself to be totally still as she followed his instructions. In a few moments he would help her find the rhythm he preferred. For now, he was merely enjoying the feel of her sweet mouth on his cock.

Hermione became more confident as she did as Snape had instructed. She took as much of his considerable length into her mouth as she was able, wondering if she was supposed to take it all. She decided to try, but quickly raised her head as she reflexively gagged. “It’s all right, my love,” she heard him whisper. “There’s time later to learn how to do that. For now, only take as much as you are able. You have hands as well. Use them, Hermione.”

With one hand, she stroked him in time with the movements of her head, loving the feel of the veins and ridges beneath her palm and lips. With the other, she tentatively cupped his balls, and was amazed to feel the skin covering them scrunch up at her touch. Snape groaned again as she gently squeezed his sack with her little hand. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying her ministrations. His hand crept to the back of her head, not to push her down but to show her the rhythm. “Suck, Hermione,” he whispered. When she did, he involuntarily cried out, a guttural sound of pure pleasure. Sweet Merlin, she was amazing! He felt a tingle begin in his balls and travel the length of his cock, and knew that if she kept going, he was going to cum right down her throat.

“Hermione, if you continue, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want it in your mouth, now is the time to stop,” he warned her, expecting her to let him go so he could fuck her. Instead, she gripped him a bit tighter and kept going, speeding up the rhythm just a little. There was no way he could hold back. Hermione felt his balls tighten in her hands, felt his cum coursing through the thick vein on the underside of his cock a bare second before he exploded in her mouth. “Ahhhhhh! Hermione!” he cried as his orgasm sent waves of pleasure through his body, watching as her throat worked as she swallowed his load, amazed that she didn’t gag at the unfamiliar taste.

When he was spent, when she had swallowed it all, she slowly slipped her mouth from his shaft, feeling him wince slightly as she reached the now over-sensitive head. She looked at him and smiled slightly. He was panting, his chest heaving, but he smiled as he looked back at her. “You always were a fast learner, weren’t you, Miss Granger?” he gasped, and her smile widened.

“Does that mean I did it right?” she asked.

He burst out laughing. “Yes, my little one. Are you still looking for grades at a time like this?”

“Of course not!” she said indignantly. “I just wanted…”

He swiftly sat up and covered her lips with his own, cutting off her words for a moment. Breaking the kiss, he cupped her cheek and said, “I am but teasing you. Yes, you did very well.” With a sudden wicked gleam in his eye, he remarked, “And turnabout is fair play, is it not?” Before she knew what was happening, he had her on her back, her soaked panties pulled off and thrown across the room. He lifted her skirt past her waist and gazed at her exposed pussy for a moment. He raised his eyes to hers and she shivered at the darkness she saw behind them. “Now…I’m going to make you cum with my mouth, and I’m going to drink every…sweet…drop.” Hermione felt an intense stab of desire go through her belly as she watched him lower his head to her. As he buried his face between her legs and she felt his hot tongue lashing against her flesh, she cried out his name and fisted her hands in his hair, thrusting her hips against him as he devoured her.