CHAPTER 45
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Chapter 45 ~ Admissions
Severus continued to kiss Hermione gently, the salt of her tears flavoring her taste, feeling her inner turmoil, doing his best to turn her mind from her pain to him.
“Lift your arms,” he said to her softly, pulling up her t-shirt.
Her eyes closed, Hermione obeyed him and felt the cool air hit her skin as Severus removed her shirt, drawing it up and over her head and extended arms. The wizard dropped it to the floor and she was left in her white cotton bra. Severus began to kiss her again as he reached around and unclasped her brasserie, stepping back and drawing it down her arms and dropping it to the floor. His black eyes rested on her full breasts for a moment, then flicked up to her face.
Hermione was no longer sobbing, though her eyes were still full of tears.
“You’re a very lovely witch, Hermione Granger,” Severus said to her, “You have much to offer a wizard who appreciates your talents, your charms. I consider myself quite the lucky man to be able to partake of your gifts, witch. Make no mistake about that.”
Hermione continued to look at Severus.
“Because of your state, I am going to make an admission to you…because I believe you need to hear this. I am not a man of great emotion or demonstrative for the most part. But I am honest when I speak. I cannot tell you I love you witch, because I would not lie to you…not even to give you the comfort you need. But I can tell you this, there is no other witch that draws me as you do and I do not find any woman more attractive on so many levels as I do you. I will have no other witch while you are available to me, even if she were to parade naked through my bedroom, lubed and ready to go,” he said softly.
Hermione blinked up at him, still silent…but her tears drying. Severus continued, his chest tight with the unfamiliarity of speaking what was inside him so candidly.
“You may feel envious of Ginny Weasley for having Harry’s love, but Harry doesn’t feel about Ginny the way that I do about you. I wouldn’t share you with man or woman, witch. While you are under my protection, you are my own and my only. It’s not love, Hermione…I do not think I am capable of love in a romantic sense, but it is something we have that Harry and Ginny do not. I hope that at least, brings you some comfort.”
Hermione looked up at the pale dark wizard and found it did bring her comfort. She gave a small, albeit sad smile, and Severus was heartened. It seemed she understood him. Now if he could only bring himself to tell her that he wanted her beyond the patronage…that he didn’t want to end their intimate association. But…one thing at a time. He began to caress her shoulders and arms, his dark eyes locked to hers as he felt himself reacting to her.
“Tonight, you will surrender to me under my terms, witch. There will be no screams, no shrieking, no pulling of hair or rough penetrations. In other words, no brutality,” he said his hand slipping to her belly and caressing her soft, taut flesh. Hermione stared at him as if mesmerized. “Tonight, there will only be passion and…worship. There is so little pleasure in my life witch. Beside my art, you are my only pleasure. Although I show little emotion, I still feel. You help me to feel. I want you to trust me, Hermione. Trust that I know what I am doing,” he said as he fell to her mouth again, both of his hands sliding up her waist and cupping her breasts as he moved to her throat, kissing and suckling gently.
Hermione sighed at the feeling of his hands and mouth on her skin. He had never taken this much time, and she was more than randy for the wizard as he began to kneel, his mouth sliding down her flesh as he fondled and petted her. Hermione’s body began to move sensuously under his ministration, unable to resist the wizard foreplay.
Severus kissed the swell of her breasts reverently, capturing each in his mouth and laving them until Hermione’s nipples stood at attention, the witch beginning to sigh and moan as her arousal grew. The wizard knelt completely now, his mouth moving over her belly as one hand slid down her thigh and the other unfastened her jeans. Hermione looked down at the kneeling wizard kissing, licking and stroking her body. All she could see was the top of his head and lank, black hair. She ran her hand through it, scratching his scalp lightly. The wizard growled with pleasure at her touch.
Severus pulled back from Hermione and looked up at her for a moment before removing her trainers and socks. Hermione couldn’t believe that the proud, cold Potions Master was on his knees before her…but he was. And it turned her on immensely.
Severus tugged at her jeans until he managed to pull them down over her hips and thighs, Hermione resting one hand on his shoulders as he removed them. Now, she was only in her knickers, the wizard’s dark eyes resting on the dark patch beneath them as he caressed her hips and outer thighs. Suddenly he hooked one finger into the elastic waistband and drew them down, revealing the witch in all her glory. His nostrils pulsated as he scented her arousal, his mouth watering as he removed her knickers.
Again he looked up at her, and brought her damp knickers to his nose, inhaling deeply, his black eyes going half-lidded for a moment, then he dropped them too.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded hoarsely. “Give me access.”
Oh gods. Hermione felt a gush roll out of her and coat her inner thighs. Severus drew in a breath and fingered her, making Hermione writhed as he stuck his finger in his mouth and drew it out with a pop. He then slapped her inner thigh a bit impatiently.
“Open,” he breathed, scowling a bit.
Hermione spread her legs wide, leaning back against the wall, and the Potions Master moved back a bit and twisted his head, his long tongue sliding between her thighs and tasting her flavor. Hermione’s hips bucked and he placed both pale hands on her thighs and began to lave her pussy hungrily, his supple muscle turning the witch into a writhing, mass of sensation and pleasure.
“Oh gods Severus,” she whispered, her hand resting on his rolling head as he licked and nibbled her core, making deep, silky sound of appreciation as he did so. Hermione’s head twisted side to side as he became more ardent. Suddenly the wizard pulled her down by parting her legs wider and lifting them, careful orchestrating her descent with his body so she slid slowly down until her buttocks rested on the floor, only her shoulders coming in contact with the wall.
Severus backed up again and bent forward, inserting his tongue inside her and lapping, Hermione squealing and gripping his head as he took her higher and higher, nibbling and pulling on her clit with his lips until she was gyrating her hips wildly…the only thing keeping them on the floor the wizard’s pale hands gripping her inner thighs.
Hermione felt the pressure building, the sweet inner blossoming that heralded the upcoming release.
“Severus…Severus I’m going to come,” she breathed, her voice husky with passion.
She might as well have lashed the wizard with a bullwhip. Severus began to apply himself with more gusto, his head whirling as he laid his tongue and mouth to her, seeking the liquid reward within. Hermione let out a cry, drawing her legs up as she exploded, her hot juices rolling down and bathing the wizard’s face in wetness as he sought to drink in every drop of release she gifted him with…Hermione shuddering under his tongue. Severus drank his fill, his eyes closed in bliss as he swallowed down her ambrosia. She was delicious and an elixir for his soul.
He stayed with the witch until her final shudder, then withdrew, rising to his knees and looking down at the woman sprawled before him, her legs still bent and spread, the pretty pink core showing, her face flushed, mouth slack and amber eyes half-closed with satisfaction.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, licking his lips to collect the last remnants of her flavor. Then he stood, leaned down and picked her up, the witch sighing as he carried her to his bed, kissing the witch before laying her down in the bed on her back. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself.
“Divesto,” Severus hissed, his clothes disappearing, revealing his lean, muscular body and huge erection. His cock was so swollen it was almost completely red with blood, the head a deep crimson. Hermione’s eyes rested on it and she shifted unconsciously. Severus drank in her obvious desire and moved closer to the bed in a quiet invitation.
Hermione looked up at him and then sat up, slipping her mouth over his organ without hesitation, Severus groaning and throwing his head back as her warmth closed over him.
“Yessss…” he hissed as Hermione began to slide back and forth over him, using her hands to caress and squeeze his thick shaft. As good as she felt, the wizard had no intentions on letting her make him come. He had waited too long for this night already.
The wizard groaned again as Hermione began to lick and kiss his length lovingly, and looked down to watch her mouth move over him. Gods, what an erotic sight, her small mouth moving over his huge tool. She was a whole lot of witch in a small package. Severus bit his lip and with an effort, pulled away from her, Hermione letting out a little cry of disappointment.
“I’m sorry witch, but I’m anxious to get at you,” the wizard said apologetically as she looked up at him with hot eyes. He throbbed visibly, Hermione’s eyes dropping back to his cock. She looked as if she were about to move in again.
Severus quickly pushed her back and climbed into the bed, wasting no time rolling on top of her. He raised himself up on his elbows and looked down at the witch. Her body was undulating beneath him, hungry for his penetration.
“Such a wanton little witch,” he breathed, then lowered his head and kissed her, Hermione wrapping her arms around his neck as he began to move against her, his hard body sliding over hers, making her cream herself as his tongue wrapped around her own. His kiss was tender yet consuming. The witch felt as if her entire body was ablaze.
Hermione pulled away from his mouth.
“Now Severus. It’s been so long,” she groaned up at him, the wizard staring down at her, his face slightly contorted as he continued to work against her soft, sweet body.
“In a moment witch,” he replied, dropping to her mouth again and continuing his possession of it, reveling in her taste and heat, and his ability to make her want him so badly. He loved that most of all…her blatant desire for him. Severus continued kissing Hermione until the witch was bucking against him wildly, her pelvis rolling and thrusting, perspiration beginning to form on her brow as the wizard brought her to the edge with his kisses and body. He slid to her throat and Hermione let out a longing moan of both pleasure and despair. She felt him chuckle.
“You’re cruel,” she hissed as the wizard suckled on her neck.
“I’m not cruel witch. It is you who are cruel trying to tempt me to action when I am savoring you,” he breathed into her ear before licking it. Hermione shuddered.
“I want you now, Severus. I’m dying,” the witch cried, thrusting up.
Severus chuckled against her throat again at her passionate exaggeration. He was loving this, loving her wanting him so desperately. There were few times in his life when he felt truly wanted and most of them were with Hermione over the last few months. It was a pleasant feeling…one he coveted. He lifted his head.
“All right witch. I am ready to take you…but remember, there will be no brutality with us tonight. You will accept me as I am and surrender to me. I want you to feel me, Hermione…feel who I really am,” the wizard said to her softly. Yet there was command beneath the softness. The wizard meant what he said. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Hermione replied. She was at the point where she would agree to anything, anything at all to feel him slide his cock inside her.
“Good,” he said, adjusting himself and sliding down a bit. “Bend your knees.”
Hermione did so and gasped as she felt his thickness press against her, ready for entry.
Severus’ black eyes smoldered into hers.
“Are you ready for this, Hermione? Ready for me?” he asked her, a slight tremor in his voice as he held back.
“So ready, Severus,” she whispered, her eyes ablaze and hips rolling helplessly.
The wizard locked his mouth to hers and slowly slid his hard length into her soft, warm body.
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A/N: Mmmm. Nice start. Please review.