A Christmas Carol

“Here.” Severus pulled her into his lap, locking his lips with hers. Hermione straddled his lap, gripping his hips with her knees. He held her in a firm grip around her waist as she delved into his hair with both hands, gently massaging his scalp. For all his greasy appearance, his hair was merely shiny and baby fine in texture, sliding through her fingers as if it was the most natural of responses.



She became aware of his hands slipping under her sweater. She pulled away from him, taking only a moment to look at the sheer lust in his eyes. This was the Severus she knew was hiding in there. The man who was all passion and sexual intensity, and she would eagerly do anything he asked of her if he shared this with her.



She lifted her arms over her head and closed her eyes as he pushed the wool up her body and tossed it aside. Severus took in her body, silken and sweet smelling, offered to him and him alone. He had no doubt that Hermione wasn’t one to sleep around, but before he continued, he needed to know something.



“Hermione, are you a virgin?” He asked, hoping she wasn’t. Contrary to the standard male chauvinist, Severus preferred a woman who was experienced. Even if it was only one prior partner, or one prior experience. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the uncomfortable circumstance of the first time. He wanted to enjoy his time with a woman, not worry discomfort. He had never had a virgin and never wanted one.



“No. I’m not.” She said, grinning at his sigh of relief. Dismissing her current chain of thought, she leaned down and kissed him again. His hands moved up her back and unhooked her bra. Without opening her eyes she helped him discard the garment. His hand and fingers were gentle and tender as he felt her skin, exploring her spine and hips.



Together they eased him out of his own shirt, and chest to chest, they fell back. Severus had never experienced such a delicious sensation as being flat on his back with a topless Hermione Granger on top of him. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, her hard nipples carving into him, her hands groping his shoulders and arms.



He let his eyes drift shut as her lips moved along his neck and collarbone, down his chest. She was branding him with feather light kisses. He was always one to take charge when it came to sex, but he found this attention very arousing. Knowing she was mapping him out in her mind was enough to kept him from becoming aggressive.



Hermione took in his increased breathing and how his fingers opened and closed on her wrists. She breathed in the scent of his cologne, pressing her nose to his chest and inhaling deeply. He was sex appeal in it’s raw form and she intended on taking everything offered.



She opened her mouth against his nipple, rolling her tongue over it’s hardened peak. Severus groaned out loud, arching his back slightly. She shifted her position and straddled his knees, gripping his arms with her delicate fingers. She moved from one nipple to the other, growing in her intensity and covering his chest with kisses and licks.



Severus was panting as her focus moved lower down his stomach, and before he knew it she was working his belt and trousers open. While she was occupied, he kicked his boots off. He hated messing around with laces and years ago had found a spell to remove them with a kick to his heel. He applauded his brilliance at how handy that spell came in just now.



He was barefoot when she began yanking at his trousers and shorts. He helped her kick them off and when he was stark naked, he watched as she looked at him.



To Hermione this was years of fantasy come to life. He was firm and solid, not soft and taken over by laziness. She had always been fond of his policy of harvesting ingredients himself, now she found a whole new appreciation for his active lifestyle. Reaching out she ran the flat of her hand from his ankle, up over his knees and along his thigh. The muscles flexed at her contact, but he didn’t move away.



She moved higher still, until she reached his hips. Knowing that he was watching her closely, she targeted her eyes on his cock. Nestled in a patch of closely trimmed black hair, he was hard, and long. His thickness was accented by a swollen vein along the side his shaft. He was engorged and pulsing, and it was making her own body thirst.



Hermione raised her eyes to his and saw a lust that matched her own. Leaning down and ran the flat of her tongue along his cock from the base to the head. A painful groan came from Severus, as he arched and his body shifted about.



Her bravery shot through the roof and taking his firmly in hand, she swallowed him down, Severus hissed and thrust upward, but he held him steady, continuing her oral attack. He wove his hands in her hair and caressed her back, watching her curls move about as she slid up and down on his cocks, coating him in hit saliva. She had a small mouth so she wasn’t taking him too deep but it didn’t matter.



Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagines having a beauty like Hermione paying homage to him in this fashion, but it was happening. He watched her carefully, afraid that if he closed his eyes for a spilt second, he would wake up from some bastardish nightmare meant to tease him.



Hermione felt his eyes and lifted hers to meet him. She continued to slid up and down, locking her eyes with his and growing more and more aroused at his reactions. She moved faster, forgetting to pay attention to her depth until she felt his head at the back of her throat and gagged slightly.



“Are you alright?” He asked, taking her shoulders and bringing her closer.



“Yes.” She wiped a tear that had formed in her eye and chuckled. “I guess I went too far?” Her casual manner went straight to his heart.



“Yes, you did.” She rose up and eased her onto her back while he stripped her naked. When he tossed every last garment aside he looked down at her, reclined on his bed and laid out for his view. Her skin was pale and smooth, soft looking and tempting. She remained still, letting him look his fill, letting him reach out and run his fingers along her skin, over her knee and up to her hips.



She was beautiful. Sexy and smart for him was an arousing combination and he had it all in this woman. His eyes narrowed on the vee between her legs. She was shaved, with no mound of curls at all. Shifting his position he knelt between her knees and parted her legs. She eagerly opened them for him, watching his face as he looked at her hairless lips.



She glistened with her own juices. Severus couldn’t breathe. Her lips were swollen and moist, giving off a fragrance meant to lure him into her. His grip on her knees tightened and he met her eyes.



Hermione had been teased enough, she wanted more than just looks. “Won’t you touch me, Severus?” She asked sweetly.



Severus let out a growl and reached for her hips. Would he touch her? He would do much more that that. He heart her yelp as he lifted her up and tossed her legs over his shoulders. She was balanced on her upper back now but he had her body firmly in his hold. Her legs fell to the sides, opening her lips for him. Dropping his head he buried his face in her pussy.



She let out a shriek but in no way stopped him. Upside down and spread open to his feasting she relaxed, secure that he would hold her tightly. His arms locked around her waist, unwilling to give up what was now his. His jaw opened and closed while he slurped at her, sucking out her fluid and exploring her with his tongue. He left not one piece of her dry, untouched or ignored.



Hermione felt the buildup begin, he curled her legs around his shoulders, letting out groans and gasps. He heard her, and locked his lips around her clit, sucking on her hardened little bud for all he was worth. She would have this from him before she had anything else.



She exploded in a wave of ecstasy, arching her hips and thrusting her pussy against his face, letting out a wail that flooded his cock with blood. He wanted inside her desperately, but he held himself in check and when she came back to earth, he eased her back down. Leaning over her he watched her face, flushed and glazed over.



Her legs slowly came up around his hips, and she reached up for his shoulders. “Hermione?” He asked, wanting to make sure he moved slow enough for her to enjoy her orgasm.



Her limbs came around and hugged him, bringing his cock closer to her soaked lips. He could feel her hot waters coating his head. “Please don’t make me wait anymore. I’ve waited for years.” Her plea was all he needed to hear.



Bracing his knees apart he thrust hard and deep, driving her upward. She cried out and tightened her hold on him. “Is that what you’ve been waiting for?” He asked, then pulled out and thrust again, driving her further forward. Her tightness drove him mental, but he was disciplined enough to make it last for both him and her.



“Oh yes Severus.” She refused to let him go, refused to ease up on her hold. She was not letting go at all, he was hers and she wanted him to know that.



“Is it what you thought it would be?” He pulled out and thrust again. “Is it all you imagined?” He pulled out and thrust again.



“Almost.” She said, meeting his eyes.



He froze and looked down at her. “What would make it better?” He asked.



“Hold me.” She whispered. He had been unaware that he had planted his fists next to her shoulder, but if she wanted to be held then he would oblige her.



Reaching around her slender back, he locked his arms and lifted her up and braced his knees wider. He slid one hand down and firmly gripped her ass, allowing her a moment to get settled and lock her ankles at the small of his back. “You wanted to be held, if I’m not mistaken.” He said tightening his grip and thrusting upward.



“Yes!” She cried out, and dug into his shoulders. Her hair was being tossed around, slowing resorting back to the bushy mane of her youth. Severus found the sight of her hair flying about as she bounced up and down on him a turn on. He thrust harder, bring out wild shrieks and yelps that she tried to keep inside.



He moved harder, plunging deeper and deeper, squeezing her harder as the sweat covered them both.



“You’re a hot one, you know that?” He practically growled at her.



“Am I?” She gave him an innocent look but it drove him mental. He couldn’t get deep enough, he couldn’t move fast enough, and his control was about to snap when she clamped down on him and howled out as she arched. He felt a new wetness coating his cock and his soul took flight. She had found bliss in his arms.



Severus let go and his body went into abandon. He had no idea that Hermione was holding her breathe as she held on for dear life. He had no idea of the tear that left her eye, a result of the joy she found with him. He had no idea how much pleasure she felt as he too erupted and emptied himself inside her.



He never let go of her and refused to release him. Together they collapsed on the bed, a tangle of limbs, hair and labored breathing. She didn’t complained about his weight on her, she welcomed it, and still cradled his body in her arms and thighs.



After some time, Hermione felt sleep creeping up on her. She let her eyes drift shut. “I love you Severus.” It was a mere whisper, almost a breathe, let out as she fell asleep.



“I know Hermione. I know.” Even if she had been awake to hear his reply, she would have been satisfied. She wasn’t asking for declarations of commitment or longing. Just having him acknowledge her feelings was enough. He wasn’t pushing her away and that was enough for her. At least for now it was.