Unknotting a String Bikini

"Severus Snape playing with the strings on Hermione Snape's bikini...striiiiinnnnng bikiiiiiniiiiiii...make it a nice hot beach in Majorca or something, 'kay?" ~~from Lotm, who saw that I was bored and blocked while trying to write one night!


Marti

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His dark eyes followed her as she trod through the loose Caribbean sand. The water shone a bright cyan, almost blinding in its light. But what he wanted wasn’t the water, or the sun, but the woman who’d left him just now in a huff. The argument still hung in the air.


‘Damn it, Severus! We’re on our bloody honeymoon. We’re meant to laze about, take in some sun, which you desperately need, and swim in the ocean.’

‘I thought we were to shag like bunnies and never see a sight other than room service?’

Hermione had glared at him before grabbing her wide-brimmed hat which she jammed on her frizzy head, and stalked out of the bungalow. She was gone before he could even use his argument that the little shack was at least cool and not 100 degrees. Plus he didn’t want to wear swimming trunks and reveal himself to the cruel, unforgiving light.

Severus slammed his orange juice glass onto the marble countertop, swearing when it shattered, splattering juice all over and showering him with glass.

“Fuck it!” He waved his wand and cursed again when he remembered that they were at a resort that restricted magic use. “God damn it to hell!” He tossed his useless wand across the living area and proceeded to clean the mess manually.

He narrowed his eyes, watching his wife spread her beach blanket across the hot, white sand, kick off her sandals and begin to untie her sarong. Severus dropped the rag with the glass pieces as he became enthralled with his wife. He’d seen her naked so many times, but what she wore now teased his senses, made him as hard as the marble counter he leaned against completely captivated by what he saw.

It was a simple swimsuit, top and bottom matching in the same shocking white. His mouth watered at the idea of her leaving the water, her curls finally tamed, plastered to her back as she advanced upon him, her nipples hard little pebbles he would be able to see through the wet material. He groaned aloud in the empty room.

Now he knew why she shaved her pubic hair; so her bikini wouldn’t reveal it. And reveal it the damn thing would, as it wasn’t more than a strip of cloth not much wider than his belt attached to two pieces of string, string that was tied so teasingly low on each of her plump hips. She complained about her hips, and despaired of wearing the more fashionable clothes models wore, but her hips were the stuff of his wet dreams, her body built for the loving of a man.

Severus’ eyes moved upward and he blinked. Oh, if the bottom was a temptation, the top was his path to purgatory even when dry! His hands cupping her breasts could cover more than the scant material she called ‘clothing!’

Ignoring the mess, he stalked into the bedroom and rummaged through the drawers until he found it, the pair of swimming trunks Hermione had bought before the wedding, as a surprise for him, she said. He held it between his forefinger and thumb, allowing as little flesh to touch it as possible. Augusta Longbottom’s clothes would be far preferable than this little abomination. At least the old witch’s clothes would cover his body! ‘At least it’s black.’

He stripped out of his regular clothes and pulled the swimming trunks on. They fit quite well, snugger than his underwear. He was happy his bits wouldn’t be floating out from his trunks for all the fish to view, or worse, nibble on.

Sighing in resignation, he grabbed the other beach towel and knotted it around his lean waist. He wished he could hide the scars on his back and legs, gifts from the Dark Lord he had served so faithfully before he’d betrayed the despot. Being out in the sun, on the beach was a far cry from the muted light of candles in their bedroom. She’d be able to see every one of his flaws and scars in the unforgiving light of day

He hurried through the living area and out the sliding glass doors. Severus paused under a palm tree, shading his eyes with his hand. His wife lay on her stomach, her head resting on her arms crossed under it as a pillow. She had her face turned away from him, into the sun like a flower would follow the light of the star’s path. He sighed again, but resolvedly walked towards her. He hissed beneath his breath as he felt the sand burning his bare feet. He moved with the stealth he’d acquired during his twenty-odd years of spying, stopping beside her blanket and admiring her bounty.

Severus cocked his head to the side as he realized she was drowsing in the sun, unaware of her surroundings. He grinned and dropped to his knees in the sand, his motions not even bothering her blanket. His hands hovered above her curves, following a path from her ankle up to her neck, an inch above her body. Heat radiated from her, either her own body heat, or from the few minutes the sun had been bathing her.

From Hermione, he heard a muted snore, a snort he knew well. She had fallen asleep. And from experience, he knew that short of spanking her bottom or a screeching alarm clock, nothing would wake her: he preferred the spanking, of course. He grinned evilly, a smile that would have frozen any student at Hogwarts, and reached down to wind his long forefinger around one exposed string of her barely there bikini bottom. Slowly he wound it tighter and tighter, the white string getting thicker around his finger, but she slept on. The small bow untied slowly, the knot coming undone until only one string lay on the blanket now, while the other covered his finger. He released it and watched it uncurl to lie next to its mate.

Still Hermione slept.

The imp in Severus urged his fingers to wander up her back. The bow there lay there, enticing him, telling him it really didn’t want to be knotted so tightly. He smiled and did the same thing to it as he had done to the bikini bottom. He left the strings on her back, curled around each other lazily. Moving farther up, reaching for her neck, he brushed some of her hair away, knowing there was another knot of material there. Making sure he didn’t pull on her hair. It opened just as easily as the other two.

Satisfied, he sat back and checked out his handiwork. Only one more knotted bit of cloth to undo and then he could play with his wife the proper way. Pursing his lips, he bent over Hermione’s ass, carefully making sure that his body didn’t touch hers. His fingers worked just as quick, and now the only things keeping his wife’s clothes on were gravity and luck.

He hoped a breeze picked up soon. Sitting back under the umbrella, he leaned on one side, his head resting on his hand as he watched Hermione doze under the Caribbean sun. Only for her would he have ever considered venturing out in such unforgiving light and spend time with her. Too bad she wasn’t awake to enjoy his capitulation.

Twenty minutes after completely his clandestine mission, Hermione snuffled in her sleep and turned her face away from the sun, opening her eyes until she focused on her new husband. She shifted her legs slightly but didn’t move any more. She smiled and greeted him.

“Severus. You came out.”

“You knew I would. You’re going to burn.”

“I put sunscreen on,” she mumbled sleepily, burrowing her head in her arms. He smiled and shrugged.

“It matters not to me; I’m not the one who will walk around looking like a lobster.” In his head he counted to five, knowing she’d respond.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

“Fine.” She huffed and pushed up to roll over. And screeched loud enough to revive the ghosts at Hogwarts. “Severus Snape! What the hell did you think you were doing?”

In an instant he had rolled over and pressed her now naked body into the soft sand, ravaging her mouth before more of her vitriol could pour forth. She only fought for a moment before melting into his embrace, wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him closer to her center.

“You were right. Coming out here was quite fun. You slept right through all that, and it took quite a while to do it without waking you. And you snore, my love.”

“I do not!” she pouted, pulling away from his next kiss.

“Alright, it’s not as much a snore as a lumberjack sawing down a tr—ow!” With a laugh, severus rolled to his back and pulled his wife to straddle his hips, her bikini pieces slowly sliding off her body to the sand below. Severus thanked the deities above that his swim trunks had enough room to allow for the erection that now pressed insistently against the material as his wife’s pussy slid over it.

“You suck your thumb.”

“I do not,” he huffed indignantly as her hands began roaming over his chest, her fingernails scraping over his hard nipples. “I slammed my finger in a drawer and was soothing it.”

“Uh-huh, right. What the hell prompted you to untie my bikini outside?”

“Because untying it in the house would be expected. I thought you wanted me to have fun while I’m here. Undressing you in the summer sun was quite fun. Making love to you out here would be even more fun.” His laugh got lost in her kiss.

“You’re lucky I love you, Mr. Snape.”

“I am lucky. You’re right on that count.” His soft words melted her heart and she moved lower on his body, kissing the sweat on his neck, biting the skin between her teeth and soothing it with her tongue. His moan reverberated through against her lips as they traveled lower until she was licking his left nipple, her fingers plucking the right one and causing him to arch his back into her caresses.

Severus reached down between them and hurriedly pushed his trunks down, kicking them somewhere in the sand with his foot. With a moan, he lifted his hips to thrust up against Hermione’s slit, lubricating his cock with her cum. She lifted her head and grinned down at him, pushing herself up to straddle him again as she slid him inside her sheath, filling herself with his full, thick cock. Their moans wafted over the breeze, mingling with the birds singing in the trees, the waves lapping gently against the shore. Gripping his hips, Hermione rose above him and settled back down again slowly, squeezing his cock inside her, her hands gliding up her stomach to cup her breasts and offer them up to him. Her thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples and a fissure of ecstasy jolted from her breasts to her pussy, causing both of them to moan again.

“God, I love you,” he whispered so low she barely heard him. She let go of one breast and moved her hand down to where they were joined, where severus watched her engulf his cock over and over again, leisurely gliding up and down his length. His breath caught as he watched her slip her fingers between her legs and begin massaging her clit. His hand moved to join her but she swatted it away.

“Just watch.”

He wasn’t going to argue if she wanted to give him a show. He folded his arms behind his head and cushioned it on them, watching her movements as they got faster then slower. He watched his cock slide in and out, shiny with their shared passion. The sun bore down on them and he began sweating as his breathing quickened. He was so close to losing it, so close to cumming inside her.

“Hermione… Hermione!” His hips jerked up and without realizing it, his fingers threaded in his own hair, needing something to grasp as he felt the lightning flash up his spine warning him that his orgasm was approaching. His eyes locked on Hermione’s while her teeth bit into her bottom lip, her fingers flying around her clitoris. She moaned his name as her head arched back, her orgasm tightening her pussy around him and he lost control then. His arms flew around her and he rolled her over onto her back instantly, pounding into her as hard as he could, and racing to follow her to culmination.

“Gah!” was all he could get out when the wave of pleasure pulled him under, drowning him in sensation. He bent down and ravaged his wife’s lips, kissing her deeply, wanting to become a part of her in every way he could.

His hips still thrust shallowly while the pulsing lessened. After a couple of minutes, he slid out of her and rolled to his back next to her, panting for oxygen and energy.

“I told you that coming to the beach would be fun.”

“You were right. I’ll never argue with you again, love.” Severus turned his head to verify what he knew he’d see; her smirk.

“Next time, we’ll go swimming.”

He closed his eyes and prayed for the energy to keep his young witch satisfied during their two weeks on the island.

He grinned then. “Do you have more bikinis? I find I enjoy seeing you wear them for me.”

She smiled back at him and nodded her head. “I have this white one that is see-through in the water.”

Okay, coming to a beach wasn’t such a bad idea.


The End


Thanks to Ladyofthemasque for sending me the prompt for this story one night when she noticed my message on Yahoo was ‘I’ve got writer’s block!’