Stress Relief

When she reached full capacity, she smiled evilly, leaning back to pin his hands to  the lip of the tub behind her, arching her spine and thrusting her breasts forward, well out of the reach of Snape's mouth.  

He growled in frustration, desire etched into every line of his face.

 

"Better hold tight," she demanded in the instant before she began to grind against him, spilling more of the still steaming water over the edge. His long fingers tightened and the knuckles whitened as he attempted to withstand her onslaught.  She crushed her pelvis against him, circling around as best she could manage within her porcelain-plated confines.  Clenching tightly around his shaft, she leaned forward again, allowing her breasts to brush against his cheeks. 

 

“I mean for you to hold tight to more than this bathtub, I want multiples from you tonight."

 

Groaning, he turned his head to kiss her breast, allowing his eyes to close in order to concentrate better. 

 

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Drink from me as though your very life depends on it.”

 

His eyes flew open wide along with his thin-lipped mouth.  Without hesitation, she pushed her alert nipple between his lips, which instantly closed around the pink tip, to create the suction she demanded.

 

“Oui! Plus! Maintenant!”  The witch was lost in the sensations, releasing his hands so that she could cup her own breasts, allowing him to use one hand to manipulate her unattended nipple and the other hand to lift himself up into thrusting against her as she ground down harder and faster, driving towards her first release for the night.

 

Muting her scream of ecstasy with her hand, she tensed, unable to breathe as her orgasm overcame her senses.   

 

Wisely, Snape stilled his movements, patiently riding out the moments until he could use her for his own enjoyment. 

 

When she opened her eyes again, she peered down at the wizard beneath her who was valiantly trying to control his own breathing, to pace himself as her inner tremors stimulated him towards the apex he did not yet wish to achieve.  She arched an eyebrow at him as she struggled inelegantly out of the bath, dripping water everywhere.   Roughly, she ran a towel over her skin, never dropping his stare as he watched her closely. 

 

“I will be waiting on the bed, sorcier,” she challenged him, then sauntered away.

 

Snape scrambled out of the water, nearly slipping in the puddles collected on the floor, snatched a towel, and hastily mopped at his dripping body as he sped after her.

 

“Merlin have mercy!” he cried out in wonder at the sight before him:  the witch, face down on the duvet, ass in the air, legs spread wide, fingers playing her clit.

 

“Mount me, monsieur,” she begged. “Take me hard.” 

 

Wordlessly, he moved towards his bed, carelessly allowing the towel to drop to the carpet.  He climbed onto the bed behind her, and rammed his length into her still wet, still quivering quim, sliding the bulbous head of his cock over her g-spot, garnering a low keening wail of delight from the wanton woman. 

 

“Yes, witch. I will make you scream my name for all the castle to hear before this night is over,” he vowed, pumping her forcefully while his fingers battled with hers for domain over her own clitoris.

 

Nicole smiled in agreement, unseen by Snape, against the soft covers under her face.

 

 

 

 

 

A/N:  Well, I exceeded the word limit but not the time limit, so I give myself a B-.  I used a word in this drabble that I have never used before, ever.  Not sure I like it, but as I do love my alliteration, I’ll leave it be.  Thanks so much for reading along.  PW