The Seaside Retreat

Chapter Eight…Back Home for the Night

Severus and Hermione stumbled through the door leaning on each other for support and crashed onto the sofa in the living room. Shoulder to shoulder and leaning on one another, they sighed and Hermione wiggled her way into the crook of his arm “accidently” letting her hand fall into his lap.

Severus felt her hand on his crotch and watched her out of the corner of his eye waiting to see if it was an accident or if he was going to have to try and stop something he very much wanted to happen from happening. He felt her fingers wiggle and stifled a groan and the temptation to thrust into her hand. He did however move his hips slightly to encourage oops I mean discourage her from continuing.

Hermione felt him shift under her and fought the urge to smirk. If she could just get him to lower his defenses tonight then maybe he would keep them lowered for the rest of the holidays. She could feel him hardening under her hand and was struck with inspiration. She leaned over Severus’ lap under the pretense of looking at the clock. That’s right, just there she thought success! While maneuvering herself to “look at the time” she had managed to rub her breasts against his erection and could feel the heat from it even through her clothes. He look so delectable tonight in that muggle outfit she could just lick him from top to bottom. Even so though, she missed him in his imposing black robes. It was that man that was her “Professor” and she was his naughty little… oh well you know the clichés.

Enough daydreaming she thought time to get back to business. After rubbing herself back into her original position she stood up abruptly ending the delicious contact.

“Oh Severus, look at the time I should get to bed. But first, will you unzip me?” GULP! Unzip her? Oh man I’m not sure I can survive that. I already feel like I am going to tear a hold in my trousers.

This however, did not stop him from stepping behind her and almost reverently moving her hair to the side. Damn how I want to kiss that neck was all he could think over and over. It was rather amusing to Hermione that no man ever wondered how she managed to get her zipper up by herself, as long as they could help take it down. She felt his fingers brush every inch of skin exposed by her zipper and was surprised when she felt his warm lips brush the base of her back at the zippers end. She spun around to find him on his knees behind her eyes closed lips still helf pursed. Hermione thought he was the most amazing man she had ever seen.

She fell heavily to her knees before him and whispered “than you for the help Severus” right before she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to his.

He felt her breath whisper thank you seconds before he felt her lips on his. A shadow of a touch against him, but so sweet he felt like crying. He leaned forward without thinking and pressed more aggressively into her, nipping on her bottom lip and groaning when he was allowed entrance and his tongue sweeping across hers. He ran his fingers behind her head and let the rest of her hair down then thrust his fingers into it holding her face against his like she would flee if he let go.

Hermione left go of the top of her dress to press her hands against Severus’ face. The result of the removal of her hand meant her newly unzipped dress fell in a puddle around her knees. She shivered when the air hit her body and Severus moved his arms around her jolting out of his trance when he found no cloth beneath his fingers. He felt Hermione’s hand on his as she guided him to her breasts and the lust induced trance was back as quickly as it fled. He skin felt sensational under his hands and her nipple were hard and pink.

He leaned forward to suck one of the perfect buds into his mouth and was rewarded with a sharp gasp then a throaty moan for his trouble. He began to lean her backwards with the intention of lowering her on the ground but was surprised when she twisted and had him on his back first. The protest on his lips was cut short quickly when she began to undo his trousers, completely ignoring his shirt. She wiggled her finger inside and pulled him free of his linen prison. Taking a moment to enjoy the beauty of his this cock, Hermione ran her nimble finger up the velvety rod to the head where a large drop of pre cum was dripping out. Very deliberately she leaned forward and keeping her eyes trained on his she stuck her tongue out and licked to salty liquid off him.

Severus threw his head back and moaned. It had been so long since he had been with anyone, and even longer since someone had gown down on him he wasn’t sure he would last that long. His resolve to stop her came to an abrupt halt however when he looked down to see Hermione take him in her mouth and cup his balls with one hand. One hand? Why did she only have one hand? Oh Merlin he shouldn’t have asked because he nearly lost it when he followed her arm down to see her fingers working furiously on her clit while she took him deep in her throat.

His hips were thrusting in time with her bobbing head and Hermione could feel his balls begin to contract giving the first warning of his impending orgasm. Hell she was so close herself when Severus reached down clasping her hand that she had inside herself, and lifted it to his mouth. H sucked her fingers into his mouth and rolled his tongue around them, savoring the taste of her on herself. It was this that sent Hermione over the edge and screaming with her mouth stuffed full of Severus’ cock. He could feel the vibration over himself and was soon over the edge with her. He watched as she struggled to swallow every drop of him and pulled out of her mouth with a pop releasing the final string of cum onto her chin.

She looked so amazing leaning back on her knees with his orgasm hanging off her chin and wide eyes clouded with lust. He did then the only thing that he could have done. He kissed her, smooshing his semen all over her face and when he leaned back and licked himself from around her mouth she was sent into another orgasm.

A few minutes later had Hermione lifting her dress around her again and Severus tucking himself back into his pants. They walked upstairs next to each other, but Snape insisted they sleep in separate rooms for the evening. Though it was disappointing, it wasn’t all bad. It left Hermione to scheme for a bit before drifting off to sleep and dream of being bent over a desk in the potions classroom while Professor Snape slapped into her from behind.

Sleep for Severus was much of the same. With dreams of her in many various positions that he was sure he would have to remember upon waking. His dreams however seemed to be constantly interrupted by Dumbledore waking in on them and telling Severus just how disappointed he was in him.

A/N: I am not so sure I like this chapter, so I may decide to take this story in a bit of a different direction. Also, someone reviewed and mentioned that the story was okay until I made Hermione perfect. I had never really thought about that before, but I suppose they are right, Hermione is coming of a bit one dimensional because of it, so I will try to work on it more. Happy New Year everyone!!!