A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)

Chapter 79 ~ Hermione Turns Up the Heat


Severus caught Hermione by the hand, the witch biting her lower lip at this simplest touch, her eyes liquid as she looked up at the wizard. The Potions master drew her up out of the chair and into his embrace. Hermione groaned as she came into contact with him, the heat of his body seeming to sink inside her. The wizard’s shirt was open and he gasped as she pressed her lips to his chest, then licked it, tasting his skin.

”Dear gods,” he murmured as Hermione began kissing his torso in earnest, the wizard closing his eyes and shuddering slightly as her soft mouth moved over his flesh. Hermione felt him shudder and looked up at him.

”You didn’t think about all the aspects to making me ‘burn,’ Severus,” she said, her voice husky. He opened his eyes and looked down at her in askance. Hermione gave him a wicked smile.

”An unchecked flame ignites everything in the vicinity,” she breathed, falling back to his chest, her hands slipping under his shirt and moving to the wizard’s back, caressing him.

”That includes you,” she mumbled against his skin. Gods he tasted so good.

”I didn’t think about that,” he replied, his eyelids fluttering as she suckled his nipple, her hands slipping to the small of his back.

Indeed, he did feel a burn of his own, an increasing burn as the witch took the initiative. Last time they engaged, it was he who dominated the situation, with Hermione on the receiving end completely. This time . . . it was different. He let out another gasp as the witch ran her hands down the front of his thighs, around the large bulge that heralded his arousal.

“I can deal with this kind of ignition,” he said, his voice wavering as Hermione ran her hands up his chest, then around his neck, pulling him down into a hungry kiss.

Severus wrapped his arms around the witch tightly as she plundered his mouth, her hot little tongue scouring it as if she were starving. Severus pressed his erection into her belly almost helplessly, his body having a mind of its own.

Suddenly, Hermione pushed away from him. The witch’s face was flushed and her eyes half-lidded.

”The bedroom,” she said softly, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway.

This was a surprising development. He expected Hermione to be randy for him, or randier rather, but believed that she would be . . . well . . . begging for his touch. He had intended on tormenting her a bit. But it was clear that she wasn’t going to wait for him or allow him to withhold anything. This was the first time he had tangled with an aggressive witch. He liked it.

Very much.

Hermione led him into the bedroom, then released his hand, turning to face the wizard. She slipped out of her slippers and began to slowly unbutton her robes, her eyes on his face, watching Severus as he watched her. His jaw was tight as she revealed more and more of what was beneath it. Finally she slipped it off, letting the robe fall to the floor revealing her Slytherin green nightie. The wizard could see the peaks of her hardened nipples through the soft fabric which fell softly over her curves. His nostrils flared as he scented her arousal.

”Touch me, Severus,” Hermione breathed, moving into him, her hands sliding over his shoulders and slipping the shirt from them.

Severus tried to stick to his plan but her mouth found his chest again, and the wizard was lost to the witch’s desire. He wanted to do whatever she asked of him. Hermione wanted him and he couldn’t deny her, not even for the sake of a bit of revenge. He was too susceptible. This was all too new. His resistance to the witch in this situation was virtually nil. He slipped his arms out of his shirt then slid his hands slowly over her shoulders and down Hermione’s back, then over the swell of her buttocks, closing his eyes and allowing himself to revel in her soft mouth, in her need, in her passion. He continued to pet Hermione, her breathing becoming harsher and her kisses more consuming, actually suckling and nibbling on the wizard’s flesh, Severus groaning with pleasure.

Suddenly, Hermione began to move down his abdomen, her breasts rubbing over the wizard’s erection. Severus let out a feral growl and his hand automatically went to the witch’s soft hair. Merlin, what was she doing to him?

Hermione truly was aflame. This time their encounter would not be so one-sided. She knew how to give pleasure too and it was time the wizard knew that.

“Hermione,” Severus gasped as she lowered herself, tonguing the wizard’s navel, and he jerked in response. No witch had ever taken this kind of interest in his body and it was a mixture of heaven and torment. “What are you doing?”

Hermione looked up at him wickedly, their eyes meeting. In situations like this with Ron, Hermione found that talking dirty was a turn-on for her husband. How would Severus react to it? Well, she’d find out.

”I’m going to suck your cock, Severus,” she purred up at him, smirking at the shock in the wizard’s eyes.

The Potions master’s mouth worked a bit as if he were trying to find something to say to this, but the words wouldn’t come as Hermione hooked her hands into his waistband and drew his pajama bottoms down around his thighs, his erection springing out.

”Circe,” he breathed, unable to move, mesmerized by the crouching witch staring at his swollen member.

Hermione gently grasped it by the base, her fingers unable to touch because of its girth. Severus let out a choked sound as he felt her warm hand close over him, watched her grasp him and gently slide back his foreskin, revealing the sensitive shaft and head, full of blood and rigid as stone. He felt a tightness in his loins just looking at her.

A thrill went through the witch as she grasped Severus’ thick cock. It was hard, but so delicate. She looked up at him and he looked so vulnerable and helpless, his bottom lip slack, his eyes hungry yet pleading.

Yep. Grab a man by his goods and he was hooked.

Severus was quite a mouthful. There was no way this could just be orally done. She’d need both hands and skill to pull this off, or . . . get him off.

“Let me see if I can’t ignite your ‘wick,’ she said to him softly, feeling the wizard jerk in reaction to her words.

Then she licked the tip of him, tasting his emissions, Severus jerking again and letting out another indecipherable sound, his hands at his sides, clenching and unclenching sporadically. No. This was not going the way he had envisioned. Hermione had all the control right now. Like most men who found their most delicate parts in the hands of an appreciative woman, he was more than willing to give it to her

Then Hermione slowly slid her lips over him, taking the wizard in, her warm mouth engulfing his flesh in heat and wetness.

”Hermione,” he groaned, looking down at her and brushing her hair aside so he could see better. Gods, she felt amazing. Simply amazing. He almost couldn’t believe she was doing this for him. She sucked gently, Severus nearly gurgling with pleasure. No witch had ever felt like this . . . but then again, it was probably because of how he felt about the witch and knowing she was doing this to please him affected him greatly.

Hermione then removed him from her mouth and began kissing, licking and wetting his long shaft, her lips, teeth and tongue running over his flesh, lubricating it, the wizard throwing his head back at the pleasurable sensations. Dear gods, Hermione knew what she was doing, tonguing his balls then sucking them into her mouth.

Severus gasped, his head falling forward, and he reflexively grasped the witch’s head, burying his long fingers in her soft chestnut curls, shuddering as she rolled him about in her mouth, laving him with her tongue. Shit. If she kept this up it would be the shortest blowjob he ever experienced in his life

“Hermione,” he managed to say, “I can’t . . .”

Hermione released him and returned to his shaft, gripping it with both hands, feeling the soft foreskin in her grip, then covered his length again with her mouth, this time suckling and bobbing her head, moving her hands back and forth, stimulating the groaning wizard fully as she slid back and forth over his rigid shaft, her tongue flicking at the fluted flange of the head when she withdrew.

Severus’ mouth dropped open and stayed that way for a full minute, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his chest heaving as the witch worked her magic, sucking him with skill, using her tongue, lips and even her teeth lightly as she blew him. Severus’ head once again fell back, his eyes closed as he panted, wave after wave of delicious sensation fanning out from where Hermione’s mouth and hands worked him. He had never felt this kind of delight. Hermione Weasley was truly something special.

Hermione loved the taste of him, loved the feel of his length and hardness moving in and out of her mouth. Loved the increasing volume of his groans and the male scent of him. It was intoxicating, the witch garnering as much pleasure as her lover as she took him to the heights, feeling his hands tightening, then his participation as he slowly lost it, starting to thrust, to press deeper into her heat and softness, whispering encouragement and appreciation as he drew closer to eruption.

”My gods, Hermione. Yes, witch. Yesssss,” he hissed at her now, his thighs trembling as he felt the pressure building. Would she pull away or would she drink him down?

”I’m going to explode,” the wizard breathed in warning, his hips thrusting helplessly as he drew the witch over him, unable to let her go even if she did want to draw away. His fingers were locked around her head, holding her firmly as he drove into that sweet, talented mouth.

Instead of attempting to pull away, Hermione brought one hot hand to his scrotum, and began massaging it as she continued to milk him, the wizard letting out a number of obscenities as he was driven to the brink, Hermione speeding up, her mouth and hand flying over him as she manipulated him with her fingers . . .

”Arrrrrrgh!” the wizard cried out as the rush hit him, his balls tightening to stones, bliss pouring through him as he clasped Hermione’s head and held her steady, jerking while he pulsed, his face contorted as if in pain as he released into her mouth and felt her swallowing. Merlin, Alistair and Circe.

Finally, his pulsing stopped, leaving him weak-kneed, his black eyes wet as he gasped, his chest heaving. He pulled Hermione up, studying her face for a moment. She was flushed . . . and the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

It was a wrap. Severus Snape was head over heels in love. Even the snarky Potions master was susceptible to an earth-shaking blowjob.

Men could be so easy.

”You are magnificent,” he declared softly, then drew Hermione into a kiss, tasting his own release and not caring as he possessed her mouth hungrily.

Damn.

“And you are putty in my hands,” she purred at him when he broke the kiss.

Severus blinked down at her, his eyes uncharacteristically soft.

”And mouth,” he breathed.

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A/N: Draaaaaawing it out, as usual. Thanks for reading.