Him & Her
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,881
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Him & Her
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP characters. I’m simply borrowing them. They will be returned, I promise. :)
Him & Her
by Bella
She emerged from behind the heavy velvet curtain of scarlet that separated the study from the bed quarters. Her hair fell in long ringlets down her back and across her shoulders– it was the only thing she wore beside the small smile that was playing at the corners of her lips.
Rational thoughts thrown out the door, she jumped onto the bed and landed on top of him, straddling his middle. She stopped; she didn’t do anything but look down at him in wonder. When she bent her head forward, her hair fell out across his chest and sent tickling sensations up his spine.
He was hers, and she was his. Nothing else mattered at that moment as they looked straight into each others eyes. The large grandfather clock that sat in the corner chimed loudly, but its beautiful sound fell on deaf ears.
He lifted a hand to her cheek, running his thumb lightly over it, then moved to her lips which were slightly parted in need. Soft - the perfect texture under his rough fingertips, a result from years and years of handling harmful potions. He gently fondled her breasts, which resulted in the pebbling of her nipples. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he sucked gently, lovingly. Her back arched at the damp feeling of his mouth, allowing him better access to the two sensitive mounds.
While he was focusing on her breasts, she leaned back and ran her hand down the length of his shaft, in all its hard glory. Palming the tip before she grasped on tightly, she allowed a moan to escape her when he gently took a nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth.
He bucked his hips when her hand clamped down firmly on his cock, but he refused to give her the upper hand. Rolling her over so that she was on the bottom, he positioned himself once again at her breasts before he left a dampened trail down to the goldmine between her legs. He took in her nub while he tongued her cunt, smiling softly into her womanhood as she mirrored his bucking just moments before.
She growled loudly, causing him to look up at her. Their eyes locked and he could tell by looking into her eyes that she was ready – beyond ready if that was even possible. He repositioned himself at her opening and then thrust into her quickly. Not missing a beat, they met once, twice, and then she wrapped her long slender legs around his waist, meeting him equally with each thrust he could muster.
They pounded senselessly together, skin meeting skin, until their breaths became erratic. The woman, tired of him being in control, grabbed him roughly by the arms and rolled him onto his back, all the while still being impaled on him and thrusting.
Being on top sent the thrills of ecstasy into an all time high. From an outsider looking in, the pleasure was evident. She was there, straddling him and riding him, her delicate hands tangled in her own hair. His face was frozen in a mixture of softness and lust, a combination that was lethal. His large hands were gripping her backside, assisting her in her tiring movements. Their eyes, locked and clouded over in passion, never left the other’s.
She was the first to come, crying loudly and wringing her curly hair with her hands, head thrown back and chest heaving. He was next with his feet twitching and loud moans. They called out each others names.
Then there was silence, for a moment, as they both recuperated from the sexual act. They once again stared into the other’s eyes, before breaking out into grins.
She pulled off of him and stood to get dressed. With the flick of her wand, her clothes were residing once again on her body, and she started for the door.
“Miss Granger,” the silky voice from the bed called.
She stopped and turned around. “Yes, Professor?”
“Sweet dreams.”
END.
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A/N: Hey guys – thanks for reading! I just wrote this on a whim, being bored and all. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think! Any and all comments are appreciated! :)
Edited: 3/17/05
Him & Her
by Bella
She emerged from behind the heavy velvet curtain of scarlet that separated the study from the bed quarters. Her hair fell in long ringlets down her back and across her shoulders– it was the only thing she wore beside the small smile that was playing at the corners of her lips.
Rational thoughts thrown out the door, she jumped onto the bed and landed on top of him, straddling his middle. She stopped; she didn’t do anything but look down at him in wonder. When she bent her head forward, her hair fell out across his chest and sent tickling sensations up his spine.
He was hers, and she was his. Nothing else mattered at that moment as they looked straight into each others eyes. The large grandfather clock that sat in the corner chimed loudly, but its beautiful sound fell on deaf ears.
He lifted a hand to her cheek, running his thumb lightly over it, then moved to her lips which were slightly parted in need. Soft - the perfect texture under his rough fingertips, a result from years and years of handling harmful potions. He gently fondled her breasts, which resulted in the pebbling of her nipples. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he sucked gently, lovingly. Her back arched at the damp feeling of his mouth, allowing him better access to the two sensitive mounds.
While he was focusing on her breasts, she leaned back and ran her hand down the length of his shaft, in all its hard glory. Palming the tip before she grasped on tightly, she allowed a moan to escape her when he gently took a nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth.
He bucked his hips when her hand clamped down firmly on his cock, but he refused to give her the upper hand. Rolling her over so that she was on the bottom, he positioned himself once again at her breasts before he left a dampened trail down to the goldmine between her legs. He took in her nub while he tongued her cunt, smiling softly into her womanhood as she mirrored his bucking just moments before.
She growled loudly, causing him to look up at her. Their eyes locked and he could tell by looking into her eyes that she was ready – beyond ready if that was even possible. He repositioned himself at her opening and then thrust into her quickly. Not missing a beat, they met once, twice, and then she wrapped her long slender legs around his waist, meeting him equally with each thrust he could muster.
They pounded senselessly together, skin meeting skin, until their breaths became erratic. The woman, tired of him being in control, grabbed him roughly by the arms and rolled him onto his back, all the while still being impaled on him and thrusting.
Being on top sent the thrills of ecstasy into an all time high. From an outsider looking in, the pleasure was evident. She was there, straddling him and riding him, her delicate hands tangled in her own hair. His face was frozen in a mixture of softness and lust, a combination that was lethal. His large hands were gripping her backside, assisting her in her tiring movements. Their eyes, locked and clouded over in passion, never left the other’s.
She was the first to come, crying loudly and wringing her curly hair with her hands, head thrown back and chest heaving. He was next with his feet twitching and loud moans. They called out each others names.
Then there was silence, for a moment, as they both recuperated from the sexual act. They once again stared into the other’s eyes, before breaking out into grins.
She pulled off of him and stood to get dressed. With the flick of her wand, her clothes were residing once again on her body, and she started for the door.
“Miss Granger,” the silky voice from the bed called.
She stopped and turned around. “Yes, Professor?”
“Sweet dreams.”
END.
______________________________________________
A/N: Hey guys – thanks for reading! I just wrote this on a whim, being bored and all. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think! Any and all comments are appreciated! :)
Edited: 3/17/05