Lilies

FYI I am writing this chapter in two parts (Spring break makes a person lazy, I suppose). Here is the first. Please review!

Chapter Seven

Hermione sighed as she felt Severus’ warm breath on her sex. Her entire body seemed to be floating, almost liquid with relaxation.

“Hermione,” he groaned from between her legs, “Hermione, you are so beautiful.”

His voice sent delicious vibrations to her very core. She was a bit concerned about having an inexperienced wizard between her legs—all her other paramours had been much more experienced than she. On the other hand, it was nice to have someone who was… fresh.

“Severus,” she began, tentatively, “have you ever, er, done this before?”

She expected a sharp response, but was pleasantly surprised when he chuckled.

“No I have not, however if you are not satisfied you will get your galleons back in full, witch.”

Hermione shifted, feeling Severus push her legs further apart and bring his fingers to spread the lips of her sex.

“Do you want me to, um, give you some instruction?” Hermione tried to be delicate.

In response, Severus licked the length of her clit several times with delightful pressure.

Bringing his head back up, he said, “Relax, witch, and trust me. If you find I can’t satisfy you in this way, do give instruction. But be a Gryffindor for heaven’s sake and give me a chance, whether or not I deserve it.”

Hermione let out a shriek that would have shattered glass—both were instantly glad they had made it out of the potion storage area—as Severus closed his lips around her clit, restricting blood flow, and rapidly tonguing the engorged nub. As he continued that treatment, he brought a finger up to massage the area around her opening. He was satisfied with the amount of lubrication, and slipped two fingers into her.

All Hermione could think was that it would be heaven if he could have his mouth on her while his cock was in her. She would never think of another man. If he was as good with his cock as he was with his tongue, then damn…

For his part, Severus redoubled his efforts. He pressed his cock rhythmically into the end of the mattress, desperate for a bit of relief. It was better than he ever imagined. Hermione’s screams were a strange validation for him; he felt like some sort of primal man, virile and strong.

Hermione fisted the sheets and went rigid. Her world erupted into a violent orgasm. Severus did not let up. Stars swam in front of her eyes just before the world went warm, fuzzy, and black.

The next thing she knew was Severus over her, smirking.

“So glad you decided to join me,” he said, lowering his lips to her temple and kissing it gently. His lips then slid to her ear, where they did all manner of decadent, pleasurable things, making Hermione purr with delight.

“How do you like to do this?” Severus breathed in her ear, rubbing his cock along the outside of her wet pussy.

“With you,” she moaned, helplessly. Even after her release, she was absolutely boneless with pleasure.

He chuckled. It was an incredibly sexy sound.

“I’m honored, witch. I was, however, referring to mechanics.”

Hermione considered this. Her first impulse was to be on top, in control, since it was his first time. But he had surprised her before. She wanted to know what all he was capable of doing.

“Since it’s your first time, why don’t you choose?” she said, moving impatiently against him.

He kissed her thoroughly, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he slowly slid his cock into her. This position was not exotic, but he felt the need to keep it simple his first time. It wouldn’t do if he were to try something adventurous and harm Hermione, or himself.

When he was inside her all the way, he broke the kiss and laid his head against her shoulder, breathing heavily and fighting for control.

How long he remained that way, he would probably never know. The next thing Severus knew, Hermione was whispering sexily in his ear, “You like?”

After several deep breaths, he almost trusted himself to speak. “I may become addicted.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said as she ran her hands down his back, rubbing lightly. He sighed contentedly.

“Severus,” Hermione moaned, “please, I need you to move.”

“You -need- me to move, witch?”

“Yesss.”

“How much do you need me to move?”

“Please, I want you… need it now… hard… fast… hell, anything, just do something, please!”

He pulled out of her entirely. She scowled blackly.

“Not what you had in mind?” he teased.

Hermione came at him like a streak. In a flash she had tackled him, had him on his back, and was preparing to impale herself on his cock. When at last she had accomplished that task, she sighed deeply, pure bliss lighting up her face.

Severus’ head had lolled to the side, temporarily out of use, his eyes fluttered, half-shut, rolled back in his head. Rasps and low grunts, beautiful noises issuing forth from his throat were the sexiest thing Hermione could think of. Giving herself over entirely to the pursuit of pleasure, Hermione desperately hoped her virginal lover could get her over the edge she was so close to.

The tightening of Hermione’s inner muscles forced Severus out of pleasure-induced euphoria and spurred him into action. His left hand gripped her hip firmly, assisting in lending rhythm to their activities, while his right hand sought out her clit. She was gone in a few firm strokes; this was his opportunity, what he had been waiting for.

With more skill than he had a right to, Severus switched their positions so that he was, again, on top. Ideally, he would have liked very much to prolong this event. Unfortunately, nature had other ideas.

He found a rhythm that was hard and fast, almost brutal. It was the most amazing sensation, like drowning in euphoria-inducing potion.

“Is this—?”

“Perfect,” she purred.

The kiss they shared was just as intense as Severus’ possession of her body. Hermione felt him everywhere, and the feeling was overwhelming. She scarcely had time to register the feeling before her orgasm swept her up on its high.

Feeling her release, Severus thrust deep inside her and let go with a long groan, face buried in her shoulder, giving slow, shallow thrusts with his deflating organ.

Withdrawing himself reluctantly, Severus moved to lay on his side, facing Hermione. The unspoken, ‘Now what?’ written all over his face. Hermione turned toward him with a smile. She reached out and guided Severus’ head to rest on her chest, and pulled his arm over her belly. Resting her head on his and stroking his hair, Hermione asked, “How was your first time?”

Unbeknownst to her, Severus smirked. “Not as good as the second will be.”

Hermione kissed the top of his head as they drifted off to sleep, together.