Professor Snape Loses It
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A Little Music, Maestro
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Chapter 8 ~ A Little Music, Maestro
Severus looked down at his flaccid cock, then longingly at Hermione. He was ready to lose himself in her, but damn it, he had to wait. He should have said no to her making him come. But when he thought about it…it had been good…very good.
“You’re the one with all the experience,” he said to Hermione, who was lying quietly beside him, thinking about how passionate he was when her lips were around him. She was a little bit anxious as well, though pride wouldn’t let her show it. He was huge, and she could be in for a very rough ride if he lost it while fucking her. It being his first time, there was a very good chance he would lose it. Maybe she could make him come quickly. She registered Severus speaking to her.
“Yes, and?” she said to him, her eyes narrowing a little.
Severus looked down at his limp cock.
“How long will it be before I can get another erection?” he asked her, frowning slightly. He was ready to fuck her, even if his body wasn’t. She was looking very satisfied with herself, and it irked him a little. She had been good, however. There was no doubt about it.
“That all depends on you,” she said, giving him a small grin. Severus scowled.
“I bet you can help me,” he said, his black eyes glittering.
“Maybe I could,” she replied, “but if I do then you have to concede something to me.”
“What?” Severus asked, thinking he had already conceded the most precious thing he had, his virginity.
“You have to let me be on top when we fuck,” she said, eyeing him. Hermione really didn’t want to be under his monstrous cock his first time in. She could control what was happening better if she rode him, rather than he riding her.
“You can start on top,” he bargained, wanting to have her spread under him, her legs on his shoulders.
“I stay on top until I orgasm,” she bargained back, thinking if she came first, she could make him come too.
“All right. Done,” he said, his black eyes glinting at her.
Hermione climbed out of the bed and walked over to his nightstand where the wireless radio was. Severus’ eyes followed the sway of her ass. It was perfect. He bit his lip as she bent over and turned it on, flipping through the stations until she found one playing a slow, erotic beat.
“Sit up on the side of the bed,” she said, walking to the center of the room and moving the wooden chair out of the way.
Severus rolled to the side of the bed, sitting up and watching her. Hermione began to sway her hips to the music, slowly and on beat. Severus’ eyes were locked to her bush, watching it sway side to side. Hermione shimmied, and her breasts swung back and forth invitingly. Severus made a noise. Then the witch spun, turning her back to him, lifting her hair and letting it fall as she swung her ass, and let her hands slide down her sides slowly, caressing her own flesh.
Severus leaned forward, and felt a throb in his loins as he watched the witch dance to the slow, sexy beat. Without knowing it, his pale hand rose to his cock and he began to stroke it gently, his black eyes glued to Hermione as she bent over, giving him a good view of her vulva, then raised up slowly, gyrating her hips. The Potions Master’s eyes were glazing with lust as she spun back around and ran her hands over her breasts, belly and in between her thighs. Her eyes were narrowed with desire as she danced wantonly for him, beckoning him, rolling her hips and belly sexily. Severus felt as if his tongue was about to loll out of his mouth. Who was this witch? This couldn’t possibly be Hermione Granger, the strait-laced, intellectual bookworm. He would have never imagined such a fire burned beneath those robes, though he was always aware of the body. He had seen her in a bathing suit once, but he didn’t have a reaction then. He would have if he knew she was this passionate…maybe. Hell, that was then and this was now.
Hermione worked her body sensuously. She loved to dance naked, and did it in front of the mirror all the time, and knew which moves were sexiest. She crouched and raised herself slowly ass in the air, and Severus could imagine himself standing behind her, fucking her like that. His cock began to swell and he let out a low hiss as the throbbing increased, his eyes turning hard with lust, like glimmering black diamonds.
“Keep dancing,” he growled, feeling his cock grow heavier and heavier as the blood rush through it.
Hermione spread her legs wide and bent, one hand on the floor supporting her and rolled her hips as if in response to penetration. Severus nearly left the bed she looked so inviting. He was rock hard now, his cock pulsing hungrily in his hand.
“I’m ready,” he growled hoarsely.
Hermione was ready too. His hot eyes on her had made her sopping wet. She was surprised there were no droplets on the floor. She walked over to the radio and turned it off, and approached him. Severus wasted no time grabbing her and dragging her into the bed. He was about to climb on top of her warm, soft body when Hermione pushed him back.
“I’m on top, remember?” she said. Severus growled in answer and positioned himself on the mountain of pillows, partially propped up. His huge cock was standing straight up in the air of its own accord. Hermione looked at it, hot as hell but shaking her head at the sheer size of it.
“You don’t have a cherry. You have a fucking watermelon,” she said.
Severus smirked.
“A fruit by any other name,” he said hoarsely, catching her by the arm and pulling her to him. He noticed she was trembling. He wondered if she were scared of him. He looked in her eyes…no…it was desire. He didn’t see any fear, and if there was one thing the Potions Master could identify, it was fear.
Hermione climbed on the Potions Master, catching his cock between their bodies. He hissed as he felt her wet heat pressing against his shaft.
“Let’s kiss for a little bit,” Hermione whispered, lowering her mouth to his and slipping her sweet tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately. She began to slide against his cock, moaning as she stimulated herself on his hardness, her clit sliding back and forth along his length. Severus pressed up against her, seeking more warmth and wetness as their tongues wrapped around each other sensuously. He groaned in the back of his throat as she began to move faster. He felt so good…but she caught herself. She didn’t want to orgasm before he entered her. He would flip her then, she was sure. So she slowed down and moved easily. She was getting hotter and hotter against him, and Severus pulled her tighter to him, grinding up into her wetness, hearing the juices gush. His cock was covered in her juices. There would be no problem with lubrication. She had plenty and made sure he did too. His hands came down to her hips and gripped her, moving her body over him until she was gasping against his mouth, and he against hers. It was time.
“Hermione,” he said, his voice oozing desire, “put me inside you. Fuck me,” he breathed against her mouth. The witch was shuddering with need. She didn’t answer him, just worked her body against him feverishly. She was gone again.
“Hermione,” Severus hissed urgently, “Fuck me. Now.”
Her amber eyes looked at him, glazed over with lust and need. She looked amazing to the Potions Master. He had never seen anyone so full of want in his life.
“Now,” he said, his silky voice demanding. He was about to haul her on him if she didn’t make a move soon.
Hermione leaned back and stood up in the bed a moment, before lowering herself on her heels, squatting above him. Her small hot hand gripped his cock firmly, and he bucked his hips up uncontrollably. Looking down, Hermione positioned his huge head to her center. She groaned as his cock pressed against her entrance. Severus watched her, his black eyes blazing as the witch squatted over him, willing her to slide down. She looked at him, her eyes like liquid gold.
“Ready to lose your watermelon?” she breathed, poised above him.
“Yessss,” he replied, tightening his grip on her waist.
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A/N: Evil, evil author. Heh heh. :::making scratching cat claws at readers:: No way to stretch this one out folks. Next chapter…Severus Loses It. Please review.
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Chapter 8 ~ A Little Music, Maestro
Severus looked down at his flaccid cock, then longingly at Hermione. He was ready to lose himself in her, but damn it, he had to wait. He should have said no to her making him come. But when he thought about it…it had been good…very good.
“You’re the one with all the experience,” he said to Hermione, who was lying quietly beside him, thinking about how passionate he was when her lips were around him. She was a little bit anxious as well, though pride wouldn’t let her show it. He was huge, and she could be in for a very rough ride if he lost it while fucking her. It being his first time, there was a very good chance he would lose it. Maybe she could make him come quickly. She registered Severus speaking to her.
“Yes, and?” she said to him, her eyes narrowing a little.
Severus looked down at his limp cock.
“How long will it be before I can get another erection?” he asked her, frowning slightly. He was ready to fuck her, even if his body wasn’t. She was looking very satisfied with herself, and it irked him a little. She had been good, however. There was no doubt about it.
“That all depends on you,” she said, giving him a small grin. Severus scowled.
“I bet you can help me,” he said, his black eyes glittering.
“Maybe I could,” she replied, “but if I do then you have to concede something to me.”
“What?” Severus asked, thinking he had already conceded the most precious thing he had, his virginity.
“You have to let me be on top when we fuck,” she said, eyeing him. Hermione really didn’t want to be under his monstrous cock his first time in. She could control what was happening better if she rode him, rather than he riding her.
“You can start on top,” he bargained, wanting to have her spread under him, her legs on his shoulders.
“I stay on top until I orgasm,” she bargained back, thinking if she came first, she could make him come too.
“All right. Done,” he said, his black eyes glinting at her.
Hermione climbed out of the bed and walked over to his nightstand where the wireless radio was. Severus’ eyes followed the sway of her ass. It was perfect. He bit his lip as she bent over and turned it on, flipping through the stations until she found one playing a slow, erotic beat.
“Sit up on the side of the bed,” she said, walking to the center of the room and moving the wooden chair out of the way.
Severus rolled to the side of the bed, sitting up and watching her. Hermione began to sway her hips to the music, slowly and on beat. Severus’ eyes were locked to her bush, watching it sway side to side. Hermione shimmied, and her breasts swung back and forth invitingly. Severus made a noise. Then the witch spun, turning her back to him, lifting her hair and letting it fall as she swung her ass, and let her hands slide down her sides slowly, caressing her own flesh.
Severus leaned forward, and felt a throb in his loins as he watched the witch dance to the slow, sexy beat. Without knowing it, his pale hand rose to his cock and he began to stroke it gently, his black eyes glued to Hermione as she bent over, giving him a good view of her vulva, then raised up slowly, gyrating her hips. The Potions Master’s eyes were glazing with lust as she spun back around and ran her hands over her breasts, belly and in between her thighs. Her eyes were narrowed with desire as she danced wantonly for him, beckoning him, rolling her hips and belly sexily. Severus felt as if his tongue was about to loll out of his mouth. Who was this witch? This couldn’t possibly be Hermione Granger, the strait-laced, intellectual bookworm. He would have never imagined such a fire burned beneath those robes, though he was always aware of the body. He had seen her in a bathing suit once, but he didn’t have a reaction then. He would have if he knew she was this passionate…maybe. Hell, that was then and this was now.
Hermione worked her body sensuously. She loved to dance naked, and did it in front of the mirror all the time, and knew which moves were sexiest. She crouched and raised herself slowly ass in the air, and Severus could imagine himself standing behind her, fucking her like that. His cock began to swell and he let out a low hiss as the throbbing increased, his eyes turning hard with lust, like glimmering black diamonds.
“Keep dancing,” he growled, feeling his cock grow heavier and heavier as the blood rush through it.
Hermione spread her legs wide and bent, one hand on the floor supporting her and rolled her hips as if in response to penetration. Severus nearly left the bed she looked so inviting. He was rock hard now, his cock pulsing hungrily in his hand.
“I’m ready,” he growled hoarsely.
Hermione was ready too. His hot eyes on her had made her sopping wet. She was surprised there were no droplets on the floor. She walked over to the radio and turned it off, and approached him. Severus wasted no time grabbing her and dragging her into the bed. He was about to climb on top of her warm, soft body when Hermione pushed him back.
“I’m on top, remember?” she said. Severus growled in answer and positioned himself on the mountain of pillows, partially propped up. His huge cock was standing straight up in the air of its own accord. Hermione looked at it, hot as hell but shaking her head at the sheer size of it.
“You don’t have a cherry. You have a fucking watermelon,” she said.
Severus smirked.
“A fruit by any other name,” he said hoarsely, catching her by the arm and pulling her to him. He noticed she was trembling. He wondered if she were scared of him. He looked in her eyes…no…it was desire. He didn’t see any fear, and if there was one thing the Potions Master could identify, it was fear.
Hermione climbed on the Potions Master, catching his cock between their bodies. He hissed as he felt her wet heat pressing against his shaft.
“Let’s kiss for a little bit,” Hermione whispered, lowering her mouth to his and slipping her sweet tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately. She began to slide against his cock, moaning as she stimulated herself on his hardness, her clit sliding back and forth along his length. Severus pressed up against her, seeking more warmth and wetness as their tongues wrapped around each other sensuously. He groaned in the back of his throat as she began to move faster. He felt so good…but she caught herself. She didn’t want to orgasm before he entered her. He would flip her then, she was sure. So she slowed down and moved easily. She was getting hotter and hotter against him, and Severus pulled her tighter to him, grinding up into her wetness, hearing the juices gush. His cock was covered in her juices. There would be no problem with lubrication. She had plenty and made sure he did too. His hands came down to her hips and gripped her, moving her body over him until she was gasping against his mouth, and he against hers. It was time.
“Hermione,” he said, his voice oozing desire, “put me inside you. Fuck me,” he breathed against her mouth. The witch was shuddering with need. She didn’t answer him, just worked her body against him feverishly. She was gone again.
“Hermione,” Severus hissed urgently, “Fuck me. Now.”
Her amber eyes looked at him, glazed over with lust and need. She looked amazing to the Potions Master. He had never seen anyone so full of want in his life.
“Now,” he said, his silky voice demanding. He was about to haul her on him if she didn’t make a move soon.
Hermione leaned back and stood up in the bed a moment, before lowering herself on her heels, squatting above him. Her small hot hand gripped his cock firmly, and he bucked his hips up uncontrollably. Looking down, Hermione positioned his huge head to her center. She groaned as his cock pressed against her entrance. Severus watched her, his black eyes blazing as the witch squatted over him, willing her to slide down. She looked at him, her eyes like liquid gold.
“Ready to lose your watermelon?” she breathed, poised above him.
“Yessss,” he replied, tightening his grip on her waist.
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A/N: Evil, evil author. Heh heh. :::making scratching cat claws at readers:: No way to stretch this one out folks. Next chapter…Severus Loses It. Please review.