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Chapter 16 ~ Getting to Know Him
Snape looked at Hermione.
“How do you feel?” he asked her, his black eyes lowering themselves toward her thighs.
“Sore. And kind of thirsty,” she replied, shifting a little.
“I can take care of that,” Snape said. He rolled out of the bed. Hermione let out a small gasp as he walked over to the dresser to retrieve a bottle of water. Snape heard her and turned around.
“What is it, Miss Granger?” he asked her, concern on his face.
“Your�your back, Professor,” she said in a low voice, her eyes wide.
The Professor picked up a bottle of water and walked back towards the bed, picking up a vial of healing potion from the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the mattress. Hermione could clearly see the raised pattern of scars that criss-crossed his back.
“Yes. Voldemort�s gift to me for years of service,” Snape said, handing her the healing potion, “drink this down. It will ease your soreness.”
He watched as the witch opened the vial and consumed its contents, making a slight face at the taste.
“Nasty,” she said, grimacing at him.
“Strong,” he replied, “my own special brew. It works quicker than the healing potions you get from Pomfrey. I developed it while serving the Dark Lord to ease my own pains and wounds.”
He handed her the bottle of water. Hermione opened it and drank thirstily, downing half the bottle. She sighed and recapped it, handing it to the Professor. He set it on the nightstand and climbed back into the bed, stretching out on his back, his face turned toward the witch.
“Was I what you wanted me to be?” he asked her.
“You were more,” she answered him, her eyes heating up. “You are so�so different like this. You aren�t�well�cold and unfeeling.”
“What man can be unfeeling burying his cock inside the body of a beautiful, passionate woman?” Snape replied, “Now is not the time for me to exercise restraint, Miss Granger. I relinquish my personal control during sex because that is the only way to fully enjoy the experience. To enjoy the gift you�re giving me.”
“So you enjoyed me?” Hermione whispered, “Even though I don�t know what pleases you yet?” Snape�s eyes glittered.
“Enjoyed you?” he said, moving slightly closer. “You saw me. You felt me, how I moved inside you, how I couldn�t stop myself. Can you have any doubt, Miss Granger?” he said silkily. He traced her mouth with a long pale finger. “You bring me great pleasure, and if you still have doubts, I�ll soon allay them.”
Hermione�s eyes drifted down the Professor�s long lean body. The Professor watched her eyes move across him. They were curious. He figured it was the first time she had ever seen a naked man up close. He had fucked her, but he was so hot, so ready for her he hadn�t given her time to familiarize herself with his body. Snape could tell she wanted to touch him, but was hesitant. She didn�t realize that as far as he was concerned, after what she gave him, she could do anything she wanted to him. He took her hand and placed it on his chest.
“You can touch me, Miss Granger. I don�t bite�hard,” he purred, moving her hand over the muscles of his chest slowly, until she began to move it herself. Hermione edged closer to him, her eyes locked to his pale skin. His chest was hairless and sculpted, warm beneath her palm. She could feel the thudding of his heart and held her hand over it, looking at him for a moment, then returning her eyes to his body. She slid her hand lower, marveling over the hardness of his belly, and the tight ridges beneath her fingertips. Snape inhaled sharply as her soft hand explored him, his black eyes meeting her amber ones as she moved it lower, into the dark curls of his pubic hair, pulling it gently. Snape threw his head back and sighed brokenly as she touched his cock lightly, and it swelled beneath her hand. Snape groaned.
Encouraged, Hermione wrapped her hand around his cock, felt it growing strong and hard in her hand, the blood pumping through its length as if it had its own heart nestled inside. She began to caress it, working her hand up and down the thick shaft, listening to the wizard�s breath catch. Snape whispered “Scourgify” and cleansed his body for her, then cast the spell on her as well. He was fully erect now, watching her hand slide over his cock, biting his lip and wanting more than her hand on him. Hermione noticed his hungry look and crawled down the bed.
“In that movie, Professor,” she breathed, looking at his throbbing organ, “The women did things to the men�”
“What kind of things, Miss Granger?” he asked.
Hermione looked at Snape but didn�t answer. Instead she climbed on top of him and straddled him, sliding her body down over his calves until her thighs rested on his shins, and her face was over his cock. She held it up, and looked up at him, her amber eyes shining. Snape quickly reached up and pulled several pillows under his head and shoulders, propping himself up so he could clearly see the witch.
“Things like this,” she whispered, lowering her head and wrapping her lips around his cock, her hair falling over her shoulders and resting softly against his thighs. Snape groaned as he felt her heat close over the head of his cock, and bucked his hips slightly at the sight of the witch, looking at him, his organ between her soft lips. He had never seen anything so erotic. She slowly pulled him out, dragging her lips over him, then started planting soft, sucking kisses around his head and up and down his shaft. It felt amazing, and looked so erotic as he watched her kissing his cock tenderly. Where had she learned to do that? There wasn�t much kissing in pornos of any part of the body. Then she slipped her mouth over him again, and he didn�t care where she learned it from that point on. He brought his hand to the back of her head gently, and pushed her down so she took him in deeper, then pulled her hair gently to make her rise, then pushed her back down. She understood and began to bob on his cock on her own. The Professor hissed as her lips and tongue caressed him. She stopped.
“Am I doing it right, Professor,” she asked him.
“Yes, but you need to suck too, Miss Granger,” he breathed. She immediately began to do it.
“Gods, yes!” he gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure as Hermione laved his cock, experimenting with her head movements, turning this way and that with him in her mouth, judging her successes by his gasps, hisses and curses. She leaned back so he could see his cock moving in and out of her mouth clearly, realizing he liked to watch her�then she glanced at herself in the mirror, sitting on his legs, bent over him, his cock in her mouth, and felt a gush at seeing herself doing this to her untouchable Professor, whose head was thrown back in delight. She started moving faster, watching herself in the mirror and watching him lean his head forward, mouth slack as her mouth flew back and forth over him. He started groaning louder and his pale hands locked into her hair and began guiding her, pushing his cock into her mouth deeper as he bucked his hips.
“Yes, Miss Granger, damn,” he gasped, the tendons in his neck tightening as pleasure rushed up and down his shaft, and his balls started tightening. Gods, he didn�t know if she were ready for this.
“You�d better pull away, Miss Granger,” he groaned, not wanting her to pull away at all, but giving her the option, “I�m about to come and I don�t know if you�ll like the taste of it.”
But Hermione could hear the need in the Professor�s voice and didn�t stop as his body began to tense up and tremble. She wanted to know what it was like to have him come in her mouth. She sucked him hard and cupped his balls with her soft warm hand, kneading them lightly, feeling them contract in her palm. Suddenly they drew up tight and the Professor let out a cry, then her mouth was full of hotness, the Professor�s hands reflexively pulling her down on him as he came, grunting, jerking his cock in her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed as he shot his load into her mouth. It tasted sharp, a tiny bit like aspirin, but not terrible She sucked him until the pulsing stopped, his hands relaxed and he began to grow soft in her mouth. She stretched out on him then, her breasts resting on his loins, her head resting on his chest, listening to his racing heart slow, his chest rising and falling as he stroked her hair absently.
“You didn�t have to do that,” he said softly, his breath still hitching.
“I wanted to. I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” she whispered back, “I did didn�t I?”
He looked down at her, an odd expression in his dark eyes, as if he couldn�t believe she was asking him that after such an amazing performance on her part. But then again, this was all new to her. She needed reassurance. She had no idea of the power she had over him right now.
“Yes, yes you made me feel very good. Very good indeed�but I�m afraid we have another intermission now,” he breathed down at her.
“That�s all right,” Hermione said, feeling rather full and sleepy, “I can wait, Professor.”
Her eyes drifted shut and in a couple of minutes she was asleep on top of him.
“You can rest a little while, Miss Granger, but not too long,” he whispered, his pale fingers still playing in her hair.
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A/N: Ok, one more lemon ahead, folks. Please review.
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