I'm Not in Love

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Hermione allowed the hot water to run slowly through her hair and massaged her shampoo through it gently. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her task, and she didn’t see Severus, sitting on the small lavatory seat, watching her as she showered.

She had been sharing his house for three days, and he still couldn’t get enough of her. When she left a room, he missed her, and he felt that his house had never been complete without her in it. They had just started to talk more and fuck less, and it was stimulating to him. He had showed her his garden, in particular his small greenhouse where he was growing some more exotic species of Venus fly traps. They went for long walks on the beach, often holding hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And tonight they were going for dinner at her insistence, to give him a break from cooking. He didn’t tell her he loved cooking for her and watching her enjoying every mouthful. He didn’t tell her anything.

And he didn’t tell himself that he was falling in love with her, either. That thought was hidden in a deep, dark corner, covered in dust and cobwebs and would never be brought into the light if he had any say in the matter. Severus was determined never to fall in love again.

Hermione turned and saw him, laughing as he lounged comfortably, his eyes heavily lidded as he gazed on her bare arse. She pushed the shower door open and flicked water at him.

‘There isn’t room in here for two.’ She laughed.

‘I don’t need a shower. I came to admire the view.’ He smiled lazily and pointedly stared at the triangle of hair between her legs. They had become more sexually at ease together, and Hermione was enjoying her new-found power over him.

Sexily, Hermione looked at him.

‘Seen something you like, Severus?’ she purred at him and let her hands drop between her legs, parting her lips with her fingers and inserting a finger into her vagina.

Severus raised his eyebrows at her and shifted in his seat as his cock hardened.

‘Continue,’ he murmured and sat forward a little to get a closer view.

Hermione pushed the shower door fully back and stepped back, the water hitting her breasts as she leant back against the cold tiles. Slowly, she ran her hands over her pert nipples, pulling them taut and hard and gasping as she stared him in the eye. Her hands went to her pussy, and she parted her lips fully with one while massaging her clit with the other. Her head fell back as she bit her lip and began to moan.

Severus unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock from its confines, gripping the thick shaft and rubbing pre-cum over the tip with his thumb as he began to thrust his hand up and down, twisting slightly as he got to the head. He groaned as he watched her. Hermione was fucking herself quickly with her fingers, her hands a blur as she thrummed her clit.

‘Oh, gods!’ she moaned loudly, her eyes fixed on his cock as he started to pump harder, his hips lifting up from his seat a little.

‘Hermione,’ he moaned, ‘here.’ He hissed, and she walked towards him. With firm hands on her waist, he spun her around and pushed her forwards so she was leaning against the sink. He stood and shoved his denim around his ankles, his shaft still gripped in his hand as he entered her slowly from behind. They both cried out their pleasure together as he filled her and began to fuck her with speed. She was so wet; his cock was slick and slipped in and out easily, and he felt around the front of her quim for her clit. It wasn’t hard to find; heat was radiating from it, and it was so engorged it was like a small penis sticking out from her. He ran his wet fingertips over it as her bent over her and curled his hardness into her tight pussy. Gods, she felt good, his head pushing deliciously over her G-spot.

Hermione pushed back to meet his cock and moaned and gasped with each slap of his balls on her bare flesh, his scrotum tickling her labia with each hard thrust. She was coming, and she screamed at him to fuck her harder. He grabbed her hand and put it where his had been as he took firm hold of her hips, thrusting firmly and quickly into her tightness. He bounced her on his cock until neither of them could stand it any longer, and they shouted together before collapsing, wrapped in each other, her arms around his neck, his head bent, his hair curtaining his face.

Her held her close, cradling her as she rested her head against his shirt.

‘I think I love you, Severus,’ she said softly, playing with one of his buttons with her fingertips.

Severus said nothing.