Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory

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Professor Snape stepped toward Hermione, and she was suddenly scared. Even as she was surrounded in the power she had conjured, he looked stronger than she had ever seen him. He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed the expansive chest she never knew he possessed. Pulling her naked body toward him, she could fthe the proud point of him grinding into her. He was hard and ready with only the moment’s notice she had given him. Truly he desired her, he wanted her, and he had only to take what he wanted. She was completely helpless but to give him what he wanted.

And who wanted ultimate power when you could have this? Professor Snape moved between tender and rough, possessive and mild. One moment he ran his hand softly against her cheek and the next he was taking handfuls of her hair and using it to move her face to his.

His mouth was a greedy sucking beast. Even as he plundered her mouth, he demanded more. Hermione was surprised to realize he had pulled her legs around his waist and was carrying her to his chambers. Over his shoulder she watched as the cloud of her Enhancing Power potion dissipated. By the time he took her through the door of his bedroom, the cloud was nothing more than pink tendrils hanging in the air.

Before she could think about the power she had just given up, Professor Snape was over her. Somewhere along the way, his pants had come off and he was naked and glorious before her. She ached to feel him inside her, but Professor Snape kept her waiting.

A moan escaped her throat, and he swallowed it before it left her mouth. He moved slowly down her body, giving her pleasure the 17 year old had only imagined in dark fantasy. Her breasts were his playthings, and he used them to pleasure the woman underneath him. Gently kissing around the nipples until they were hard and ripe, and then nipping them with his teeth.

His thumbs rd jud just below her rib cage as his hands wrapped around her back. With no effort at all, Professor Snape pulled Hermione up to him and pillaged her chest and stomach with his mouth. She had no chance at escape, and Hermione didn’t want to stop. Her back arched against his hot, hungry mouth. He felt her need growing and had to bite his own lip to control himself.

Oh yes. He wanted to take her. All of her. He wanted to push himself ruthlessly inside her wet, giving divide. But not yet. Professor Snape took great pleasure in being with a woman and this would be no different. But this time it was so completely different too. This was the woman. The only woman. God, he hoped he could survive it.

“Professor Snape…” Hermione breathed out.

He leaned in to whisper into her ear. His voice was husky and heavy with need. “You should really call me Severus. I need you to call me by my given name.”

“Yes. Oh, Severus!” Hermione calout out as he moved his hand between her legs.

She was already wet, and it was driving him mad. But he held back, determined to give her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. Suddenly soft again, he kissed his way down her stomach until his lips touched her heat.

Hermione was rocked by sensations she had never felt before. Professor Snape used honguongue to explore every inch of her softness. Even as his fingers drove her to the brink of insanity, his mouth forced her to yield all to him. She couldn’t have stopped herself from climaxing if she had tried.

Professor Snape, no Severus, could make her body do things she had never thought possible. It seemed that with only a flick of his fingers or a caress of his tongue, he forced her body to respond. For a moment, Hermione began to wonder whose body was whose. Where did she end and he begin?

Hermione wasn’t allowed to ponder the idea for long. Suddenly Severus’ face appeared in front of her again.

“I’m going to take you. Do you understand that? I’m going to take all I want.”

“Yes. Please, God, please!”

Severus smiled and Hermione began to smile back. But the motion was interrupted when she felt him enter her. Involuntarily her back arched, and new sweat broke out on her body. Before she understood what was happening, another orgasm rocked her body.

Severus rode the orgasm with her. Just being inside Hermione was enough to make him climax. When her muscles began to clench and seize around him, it drove him to the very edge of his restraint. But no, he would wait her out. She would remember everything about this moment, and he wanted to make it last.

As Hermione fell back against the black sheets of his bed, her hair splayed around her like some kind of crown, Severus moved inside her slowly. Rushing would make her come again, and he wanted her to feel him, really feel him, first. Her beautiful face was flushed a deep crimson, but her breasts were still a smooth, creamy ivory. They swayed with the beat of their movements.

They fit together like the two last pieces of some long forgotten puzzle. Severus had been with women before, not many, but a few. Those other women didn’t fit against him the way Hermione did. Even as he gave, she gave back.

For the briefest instance her eyes opened, and Severus was lost in them. When she closed them again, he realized that she had wrapped her arms and legs around him. She had accepted him, all of him and wanted him as close to her as possible. Severus knew he would never be the same again.

The time had come, and Severus could hold back no longer.

“Oh, Ms. Granger!” Severus called out as he emptied himself inside her. Hermione’s own orgasm kept her from responding.

Both of them breathing hard, Severus laid his head on Hermione’s chest.

“I think you should cal Her Hermione from now on. I need you to call me by my given name,” Hermione said in the same tone Severus had used on her.

He laughed and lay down beside her. “I agree. Hermione.”