Sensate

Sensate

AN/Dedicated to Lostncyberspace

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“Hermione, is there something bothering you?” Harry asked his bushy haired friend that night in the Gryffindor Common room.

“Yeah,” Ron said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “I mean, this is your third detention in as many weeks. It is just not like you. Ever since the Christmas hol, it seems that you and the Professor, well, there is a lot of tension there. Has something happened?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Hermione sighed, shrugging Ron’s arm off. “It has just been one of those days.”

“One of those months you ,” H,” Harry said with a grin. “Seriously, we will go with you if you…”

“Thanks but everything is alright,” Hermione snapped, heading for the portrait door.

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Entering the dark classroom, Hermione closed the door behind her. “You are late,” said a voice from the darkness.

“I was…”

“No excuses. Lumos.”

Three candles flared into life on the teacher’s desk in the front of the room. A soft blanket and several pillows lay on the magically enlarged desk. The flickering light did not dispel the darkness in the corners and she did see him.

“Go to the desk and disrobe.”

Her heart racing, Hermione hurried to the front and stood in front of the desk. Blushing she undid her robe allowing it to fall to her feet. The cool air hit her naked body causing her nipples to harden into tight little buttons.

“Very good,” said the voice, a note of huskiness apparent now. “I like it when you wear nothing beneath your robes. On the desk you will see a silk scarf. Take it and put it around your eyes. Be sure that you cannot see. I will know if you can.”

She found the scarf and tied it around her head, pulling it securely over her eyes.
“Lay back,” said the voice closer now.

Hermione felt behind her and climbed up on the desk, lying back.

“Excellent.” He was next to her now. She could smell the faint familiar smell that was ‘him’. “Now then, Miss Granger,” he said in a lighwkmocking voice. “There are some rules that must be followed in tonight’s lesson. First, you wiot tot touch yourself or me. Second, you will not speak unless I prompt you to. Third, you will obey my requests without questions. Any violation of these rules and the lesson ends. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” she said breathlessly, feeling very aroused with him so close.

“Good. This is a lesson of sensations, on how the body reactions to different stimuli.”

A light tickling sensation started on her calves, the brush feathery. A soft moan escaped as the soft brug trg traced up her thighs and across her stomach. Her back arched as each breast then nipple was teased and brushed.

“Do you like that?” asked the low voice that was growing thick with desire.

“Merlin, yes.” She sighed, spreading her legs wantonly as the feathery touch descended.

A chuckle came from the man. “I can see you wetness, smell your scent,” he said casually, flicking the feathers across her exposed pinkness. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh yes.”

“Patience pet,” he chuckled once more. “There are still sensations to be experienced.”

Hermione heard the soft rattle of something and gasped when something wet and cold touched the side of her breast. The cold, wetness began to encircle the mound of flesh moving slowly inward until it touched the hardened nipple. She squirmed at the almost painful sensation. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer the coldness was replaced by warm, heated breath as his mouth enclosed around her nipple.

Too soon he removed his mouth and she shivered as the icy cold was trailed across her other breast and up to her mouth. “Suck on it,” he instructed as the wet coldness brushed her lips. Opening her mouth, she sucked on the ice with gusto, bringing a sharp intake of breath from her tormentor.

“Lusty wench,” he growled, removing the ice from her lips and tracing a path down her body. Her legs twitched as it was brushed against her inner thigh
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“Oh,” she gasped as he brushed her clit with it, the sensation erotic yet almost painful. Lower he moved.

“Lift your hips,” he whispered. Obeying, she felt the icy cold moving across her butt cheeks then pressed against her anus. A soft squeal escaped her lips as it was pushed into the tight opening, sliding in and out until it was nothing more than liquid.

Hermione panted lightly, her arousal making her more uncomfortable than the ice had. She heard him moving, his deep breathing and she waited anxiously for the next paf thf the lesson.

A warm liquid was being poured on her stomach now and the smell of sweet, rich chocolate filled the air. Hermione giggled as the liquid was dripped on her breast in swirls, then her chin, throat. A drop fell against the corner of her mouth. “Do not lick it away,” he commanded. “That pleasure is to be mine.” The chocolate, she assumed it was chocolate from the smell, drizzled down her stomach once more. She held her breath as it dripped into the throbbing place between her legs.

Hermione squirmed at the first touch of his mouth against her flesh. The softness of his robes brushed her legs as his tongue licked its way up her stomach. When he at last encircled her nipple with his mouth, Hermione moaned heeasueasure, pressing upward. She felt his hands on her arms, urging her back down. “Minx,” he whispered as his mouth descended on hers. Hot, moist lips urged hers open and she tasted the chocolate on his tongue as he coaxed hers into his mouth to suck on gently. It was torture not to reach for him, to pull him against her throbbing sex, still sticky and wet with chocolate. Reluctantly, it seemed, he broke the kiss. “It would seem I have saved the best dessert for last,” he said softly, his kisses trailing downward.

Her legs spread wider as his kisses brushed against the mound of curly hair. “Ah, such delights,” he said huskily as he parted the folds of her sex and delved inside. Hermione’s fingernails scratched the rough surface of the desk to restrain herself from reaching for his head, to urge him onward in his leisurely pursuit. His tongue lapped at her entrance before moving upward. Finally he reached the bundle of nerves she so desperately wanted him to taste.

She groaned in pleasure as he sucked on her, his tongue devilishly swirling and flicking. Her hips rose instinctively, her inner thighs tightening as her desire began to reach a pitch. The delicious laving stopped suddenly and she whimpered in frustration, which was quickly squelched as she felt the heat from his body moving over hers. The familiar feeling of his hard flesh pressing deeply in her brought a moan from them both and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips.

“Hermione,” he said passionately, plunging hard into her as his mouth found hers. Within seconds she was muttering incoherently as the strong climax rocked her, the muscles of her inner walls pulling and milking on him as he held still to enjoy the feel of her completion.

As she came down from her high, he began a leisure pursuit of her breast with his mouth, his hardness moving slowly within her, long strokes that almost removed his cock then pushing forward until he was fully engulf inside her hot silk once more. Hermione longed to remove the scarf and look into his intense eyes but the sensations overwhelming her body were heightened because of her lack of sight. Keenly she was aware of the touch of his hands and mouth on her body.

Increasing the pace, he placed her legs over his upper arms, driving deeper into her. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the large classroom interrupt only by words of endearment or lusty comments. Hermione felt the building tension in her and grabbed his arms, holding tightly as she lifted her hips to meet his. With a shout of her name, he surged forward into her, spilling into her depths and triggering her own release.

Panting, he lowered her legs and removed the scarf. Bright blue gray eyes looked into hers, love evident within their depths. “You were bloody brilliant love,” he said softly, kissing her gently.

“I had a very good teacher,” she said huskily, brushing a lock of light brown hair out of his face. However I am afraid this will have to be our last detention together,” she teased, kissing his nose. “Ron and Harry are getting suspicious wondering why we seem to be at oth other’s throats in class. They are a bit thick, but sooner or later they will figure out that it is the sexual tension.”

Remus laughed. “It almost didn’t fool Molly during the hols. She kept feeling my forehead every time I snapped at you.” He nipped her neck. “I foresee a lot of extra research for you Miss Granger. Looking into some obscure forgotten Dark Arts thingy.”

“Shall we see what you have learned tonight?” he asked mischievously, his eyes sparkling.

“Indeed Professor,” she said seductively tying the scarf around his eyes.

Fini