Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

In her bedroom, he gently set her on her feet, then took her face in his hands and kissed her with the passion that had been building for days. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, as she raised her left leg and lightly rubbed it against his thigh. Severus began to trail his hands down her body. He first caressed her neck lightly with his fingertips, earning a shiver from her. He then continued down her shoulders and lightly down the sides of her breasts, then stopped at the base of her spine. He lifted his head and kissed her jaw line, making his way to her ear.

“I don’t know quite how to ask this, but this isn’t your first time, is it?” He hoped she wasn’t a virgin. He would need to be gentle with her if she was, and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself back once she was beneath him.

“No, it isn’t. It’s actually my second time.”

His hands had been trailing slowly down to her buttocks, then stopped. He lifted his head and looked at her.

“Second? If you don’t mind my asking, who was your first?” ‘Please don’t let her say Weasley,’ he thought.

She noticed the worried look on his face and instantly knew why.

“It was no one you know,” she said as she smiled and began to walk backwards toward the bed, “and who he is doesn’t matter right now.” She held his hands, and he followed willingly.

As they stood at the side of the bed, Severus began to undress her. He spoke softly to her as he took hold of her blouse and began to unfasten the buttons.

“All thoughts, all passions, all delights,” he said as he kissed the valley between her breasts and slipped the blouse down from her shoulders. “Whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of love, and feed his sacred flame.” He took hold of her waist with both hands and guided her gently to the edge of the bed, and kissed her again.

The next thing she knew, she was laying on the bed, with Severus at her side, stoking her belly lightly with his fingertips. There was a hypnotic quality to his voice now; it was like a sweet melody drifting over her, like the thick fog that covered the forest floor on cold evenings. The combination of his gentle hands and the caress of his mesmerizing voice was spiraling her to a place she had never known.

“Oft in my waking dreams do I,” he continued his recitation as he moved down her body. He unfastened her skirt and pulled it down, leaving only her blue silk panties. “Live o'er again that happy hour, when midway on the mount I lay, beside the ruined tower.” As he discarded the skirt, he took off her shoes, and threw them onto the pile of clothes. He stood and looked at her as she opened her eyes.

She looked up at him, silently pleading for him to continue his ministrations.

“The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,” he said as he unbuttoned his own shirt, then tossed it atop the pile on the floor and began to undo his trousers. “Had blended with the lights of eve; and she was there.” He dropped his trousers, leaving only his black boxers, then crawled back onto the bed, and to her side. “My hope, my joy, my own dear,” as he kissed her hard, and brought his hands up to her breasts, “Hermione.”

She giggled as she arched her back, wanting to get as close to him as possible. “It’s Genevieve, you know that,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said softly, as another kiss kept her from speaking again. “But I am not making love to Genevieve.” His hand dropped down, and his fingers began to stroke her soft and now wet folds. Hermione sighed heavily and parted her legs slightly, allowing him better access. He slid his finger inside, knowing he would soon feel her envelop his now hard cock. As he bent his head down to kiss her taut nipple, Hermione moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him back.

“Stop,” she begged. Severus looked up at her, worried that he had done something wrong. “I need to feel you inside of me. Severus, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she said as she reached down and began to push down his boxers. He kissed her again, and then positioned himself between her legs. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, then ran her hands up his muscled back as she felt his cock slowly sliding inside.

“You have me now, Hermione,” he kissed her lightly, nibbling at her bottom lip, as he rocked himself against her. He increased his rhythm as he felt Hermione tighten her legs around his waist. “You’re so warm, love, so warm.” He increased his thrusts more, and he could feel her inner walls begin to twitch slightly.

She held him close to her and nipped his earlobe, as she began to gyrate her hips against his pubic bone. This had an instant effect on him as he felt himself reaching his peak. He held back until he felt her body stiffen, as her walls took hold of his cock, milking him as he spilled his seed inside of her. He could feel her relaxing beneath him, as he slowed his movements. Their breathing finally slowing, as he rolled onto his back, bringing her small body to lie partly on top of him. He kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair. Hermione laid her head down against his chest, and stroked his stomach lightly.

“Did you mean it?” she asked, a bit unsure.

“Mean what?” He looked down at her, then lifted her up slightly.

“You called me ‘love.’ Am I your ‘love’?” she asked hesitantly.

He smiled as he remembered his words, and then stroked her now flushed cheek. “Yes.”

With nothing more needing to be said, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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In the morning, Hermione woke up with the feeling of something warm and hard behind her. She breathed in deeply and smelled the scent of sandalwood mingled with sex. She tried to stretch, and then felt a strong arm tightening around her waist, pulling her back.

“Good morning,” said a voice behind her.

“Yes, it is,” she replied as she smiled and turned around to find Severus smiling at her. She kissed him, as he rolled her onto her back, and quickly entered her. “Oh….it’s….Gods….a very good morning.” She gasped.

“Are you ready for school, little girl?” he asked before he began nipping at her neck. They had spent most of the night in a pattern of sleep and sex. Now, they did not have the luxury of falling asleep in each other’s arms. There was no time for explorations, or sweet words to be spoken. This morning it was hard and fast. He needed to feel her warmth surrounding him; he needed to feel the tightness of her passage gripping him even tighter.

“Yes…Professor…harder, oh…please, faster!” She felt him deep inside of her as he took hold of her legs and placed them on his shoulders. She came within seconds, leading him into his own climax. “I’ve never had such a wonderful wake-up call,” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Severus threw off their covers and slapped her hard on the ass. “Ouch!”

“Time to get ready. Shower, breakfast; then, my dear, your entrance into the wonderful world of teaching or hell, depending on how your day goes.”

They missed breakfast and of course lunch, but at the risk of having Albus send a search party for them they decided they should get out of bed. After they managed to finally getting out of the shower, they barely made it in time to see the first years being led into the Great Hall. The two of them sat in their usual seats. For the first time in his entire teaching career, Severus was actually looking forward to the start of the new school year. It was not because he would have new students to torment, but because he would have someone to share his day with at the end of it.

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The poem Severus read to Hermione is called "Love" and it is by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, one of my favorite poets. If you have an oppotunity to read it please do so. And just so you know, you will bear a bit more of it before this story is over.