I'm Not in Love

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They were kissing frantically, all tongues and soft gasps, his hands in her hair, her hands in his, their naked bodies pressed closely together on her bed. He caressed her body, touching her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples until she cried out in pleasure, and she used her hands to find his cock, grasping his length and starting to pull at the soft skin, making him moan into her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her clumsily over his body, forcing her to straddle him as he cupped her breasts and pushed her into a sitting position. Their eyes met, fierce passion burning into them as Hermione put her hand down and guided his cock to her wet entrance.

Severus couldn’t speak. He was totally wrapped up in her, her long hair running in soft waves across her shoulders and down her back, her full, round breasts weighing heavily and very comfortably in his hands, her flushed face, her bruised lips, her caramel nipples under his thumbs, her…

…Gods… her wet sheath covering his cock, and her mouth open in pleasure, her head tipped back as she started to ride him.

Hermione felt like she had died and gone to heaven. He was huge, but she was getting used to him, and as she moved herself up and down quickly, she loved every inch. She hissed as she felt his fingers caressing her clitoris, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

‘Severus…’ She spoke his name as she gasped softly. ‘What are we doing?’

He bucked his hips upward, and she gasped as he hit her cervix.

‘Fucking,’ he answered her, but he knew that wasn’t what she meant. He didn’t know what it was.

He started to thrum her clit faster, rubbing her juices over her as he felt his orgasm building.

‘Come for me, Hermione…. I’m so close. I can’t wait….’ Severus gasped. The sight of his glistening cock disappearing into her wet pussy was sending him over the edge, and Hermione felt his cock go as hard as a rock inside her.

‘Oh, gods!’ Hermione shuddered and came with abandon, bouncing hard on top of him as he bucked wildly underneath her.

‘Don’t stop, Hermione!’ he gasped. ‘Oh, shit!’ He bucked hard and shot his load hard inside her as she ground herself into him, loving the feel of his orgasm against her vaginal walls.

Hermione sighed deeply and slowed her movements, pushed her hair from her face, and stared down at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted softly as he tried to get his breath back. He was still semi-hard inside her, and she squeezed her vagina tightly, causing a smile to play over his lips.

‘Minx,’ he whispered, and she giggled softly, wriggling her arse against him before slipping him out of her and snuggling under his arm. She planted a small kiss on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist as he lazily traced a pattern on her soft shoulder.

Severus looked down at her and found himself staring into her deep amber eyes. He caught sight of a large bruise on her back and touched it softly with his fingers.

‘I hurt you,’ he stated.

‘No.’ She smiled gently. ‘I was bruised when I chose to fuck you. You didn’t hurt me. You never would.’ She traced his cheek with her fingers, and he smiled at her.

‘You are beautiful, Hermione,’ he said softly.

‘Thanks.’ She smiled at him.

‘I’ll help you pack,’ he murmured, staring intently at her, his dark eyes burning fiercely. Hermione wondered what that was, that burning. It felt like possession.

‘Okay.’ She smiled and gently extracted herself from his arm, sitting gingerly on the bed as the feeling went back to her legs.

Hermione walked around her room naked, grabbing her bag and lifting her wand, slowly adding items and stopping to put some in by hand. Severus pulled his t-shirt back over his head and then grabbed his jeans from the floor, hearing a soft ‘clunk’ as he lifted them. He bent to see what had fallen, and a loud laugh came from him, filling the room.

Hermione had her back to him and stopped, her spine straightening as she heard a familiar buzzing from the other side of the room. She turned sheepishly to stare at him.

His grin was huge as he waved the blue vibrator in her direction.

‘What is this?’ He chuckled, his shoulders shaking.

Hermione walked over to where he was sitting and tried to grab the buzzing toy from his hand. He held it away from her, laughing up at her as he grabbed her around the waist. Hermione’s face was red with shame.

‘Just give it to me,’ she said softly, not laughing.

‘Not until you answer me.’ He kissed her bare belly, holding her tightly and not letting her escape. ‘What is it?’

‘It’s a very poor substitute.’ She looked into his eyes, and he stopped laughing at the serious look on her face, loosening his grip gently. She bent and kissed him passionately, and while his mouth was engaged with hers, she plucked the vibrator from his hand and switched it off. She pulled away from him gently and they smiled softly at each other.

Silently, they gathered the rest of her belongings, and Severus lifted her bag, walking ahead of her as she followed in his wake. He settled her bill, and they held hands as they walked back to his house.