Fifteen

*Second Update Today*

A/N: Please note, I have decided to take a wee bit of pity on my awesome readers and post chapter 15 today. Do make sure you've read 14, as it's my favorite one.

Thanks to all and big sloppy kisses to those reviewing. No beta- so any mistakes are my own. Now, hang on to your britches, because we're headed straight to Lemontown. ;)

Disclaimer: They are not mine; I only take them out to play.

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Her thighs cradling his hips, her mouth attached to his, she writhed against him. He groaned as he thrust himself against her. This was delicious, but she wanted to feel him inside her at last. If she didn't distract her inexperienced lover, he was going to come in his pants again.

Releasing his mouth, she rubbed her hands softly up and down his back, gentling him.

"Severus? May I undress you?"

"Merlin, yes. Please."

"Stand up for a moment, sweetheart. Let's get these robes off of you."

He climbed gracefully off her body and stood beside the bed. His chest heaved with panting breath and his black eyes followed her every move. She stood up and considered the many buttons on the front of his robes. Taking her wand from her pocket, she slid it slowly down the line of buttons as they popped open one by one. Muggle clothes were so much easier, and she was pleased to see he still wore his jeans and turtleneck sweater underneath.

Sliding the robes from his shoulders, she let them fall to the floor and reached for his sweater with eager hands. He lifted his arms so she could slide it off, and she threw it behind her. The first thing she saw was the scar on his neck. It was ragged and puckered, but certainly not so awful that he should feel the need to always cover it up. Tugging him down towards her, she kissed it gently and then swiped it with her tongue.

He gave a small sigh, and she felt tension suddenly leave his shoulders. He had been worried about it then. Leaning back, she finally got a look at his chest. A lean, muscular chest with a lovely amount of black hair in a tidy triangle that became a line down his stomach where it disappeared into his jeans. She ran her hands through it, delighting in the way it tickled her palms. She bid him kick his boots off, and she bent down quickly to remove his socks and get rid of her own shoes.

She guided him back onto the bed, lying him on his back so that she could explore that lovely chest. She started at his mouth, snogging him soundly before she ran her tongue and lips over his jaw, down his throat, and into that lovely patch of soft hair on his chest. Then she detoured to each of his small, flat nipples, kissing them and tugging them gently with her teeth.

He'd gone speechless again, but by the sounds he was making, he was enjoying her attentions. She followed that sexy trail of black hair with her tongue, all the way to the waistband of his jeans. A button unfastened, a zipper glided down, and she had him lift his hips so she could slide the denim down his legs and off. His cock sprung free, tenting his boxer shorts, and she paused to suck him through the fabric for a moment.

His legs moved restlessly on the bed, and he canted his hips up against her mouth in unconscious reaction.

"Good Lord, Hermione," he hissed.

Her hands reached for his boxers then, and after she removed them, she threw them over her shoulder. There was that lovely, big cock of his in all its glory. Gliding back up, she slid her hands under him so she could squeeze his tight, bare, arse and then swallowed his cock down as far as she could without choking.

He shouted, and then lay panting as she bobbed her head. Soon he was reaching for her, pulling her off of his cock and lifting her up to meet her mouth with his own.

"Hermione, that feels divine," he muttered against her lips. "But I so want to be inside you."

"I want that too. You have no idea how much I want that beautiful cock of yours inside me. Thrusting inside of me until you twitch and come."

"Merlin, love, you are going to drive me mad with that wicked tongue of yours. Will you show me?"

"I will, but listen, sweetheart, the first time is likely to be a bit fast."

"The excitement of unknown territory?" he asked and then grinned at her.

Good heavens. That grin was all Steven, but the raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes were pure Severus. The combination was dead sexy.

"Yes, love. So, we aren't going to worry about lessons or anything fancy. This first time is for you, all for you. I want you to enjoy yourself without worrying about me."

"But I want to please you," he practically growled.

"Severus, the truth is I rarely come from penetration, though I love how it feels. You know, of course, there's nothing wrong with ladies first, though."

The smile he gave her was pure sexy wickedness.

"Love, may I undress you now?" he purred.

"Oh, yes. Please undress me."

There had been something incredibly hot about learning Severus' body while she stayed fully clothed, but she was ready to be naked now. She longed for bare flesh rubbing against bare flesh. She also thought that by his predatory smile, she knew where he was going, and she simply couldn't wait to have his mouth on her again.

Sitting up so he could slowly slide her knit top up and off, she then reached back to unhook her bra. Then he was sliding the lacy thing off of her body and pushing her to lay on her back. He studied her bare breasts with hungry eyes, caressing them with his hands before lowering his mouth to a puckered nipple.

He began by mimicking her earlier actions on his own nipples. Squeezing one breast in the palm of his hand as he licked and nipped at the other. Hermione realized that even as he enjoyed her earlier attentions, he had been carefully cataloging her ministrations so he could reciprocate. Then he began to explore on his own, noting her gasp when he rolled a nipple with his fingers and discovering she liked it when he nipped her a little harder than she had bitten him. Every time she made a sound of pleasure or arched her back to press her breast into his mouth, he continued the action that had garnered such positive results.

By the time his hot mouth wandered down her stomach, tongue briefly dipping into her navel, she was panting and her heart was thundering in her chest. He slipped her trousers off and then stared open-mouthed at her brief knickers.

"What is this called?" he asked her.

"It's called a thong. Women wear them when they don't want knicker lines under the tight trousers they wear to try to impress their man."

"Consider me suitably impressed. I approve of this thong."

He slid the scrap of lace off of her body, pushing her thighs apart, and lowering his hot, talented mouth to her sex. He simply licked her at first, from channel to clit, dipping every now and then into her warm depths.

"So wet," he muttered. "Merlin, you taste delicious."

Then his fingers were pressing into her, stroking her as his mouth and tongue latched onto her clit. He'd forgotten nothing of his earlier lessons on this particular subject, and Hermione came so quickly it shocked her. He let her rest only a moment, then returned to his task, pushing her over her next peak and then gentling her with his tongue and lips. When he seemed to be gearing up for round three, she stopped him.

"No, Severus. Please, I need you inside me. I can't wait another moment."

A sweet uncertainty came over his face, but she encouraged him to slide up over her, and then reached down a hand to guide his hard cock inside. His eyes fastened on hers, he pressed slowly in until he was buried to the hilt.

"Hermione," he whispered, "so tight and hot. Good Lord, you're so tight around me."

"I knew you'd feel good. I knew it would feel wonderful to have your big cock inside me."

He obviously liked it when she talked dirty. Drawing his hips back, he pushed in again with a soft grunt.

"Good Lord," he muttered again, and then began to thrust in earnest.

When he drew back too far in his excitement, and popped free of her, she quickly reached down and guided him back inside. He learned how far he could withdraw without slipping out of her tight channel, and thrust with growing confidence, lowering his head to swipe his tongue in her mouth in time with the motion of his hips. Lifting his head, he stared again into her eyes.

"That's it, Severus. Fuck me harder. Fuck me hard."

As if waiting to find out it was all right to do so, he slammed into her, over and over, bouncing her on the mattress. Keening and growling sounds fell from his lips. God, how he excited her. And that cock pounding into her, she felt she could almost come from this, though such pleasure had been a very rare occurrence for her.

Soon, his hips faltered, jerking against hers in short, arrhythmic bursts.

"Yes, Severus," she crooned. "Come for me. I want to feel you twitching inside me. I want to feel you fill me up with your heat. Come for me, love. Come in me."

With a hoarse shout, he slammed into her as she clutched him tightly to her body. His hips slowed their motion as his cock jerked inside her. He stretched her so tight that she could feel every spasm, and then liquid heat poured into her.

He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving, his hands fisted in her hair. She ran her palms gently up and down his back, murmuring to him that he was wonderful, that he excited her, that he was loved. She felt powerful, that she had brought this fierce man his first taste of true passion. She felt possessive. Now she had him clutched in her arms, she would never let him go.

Lifting his head, he gazed at her, then dipped down to kiss her softly. "I will never let you go," he growled.

"Funny," she replied. "I was just thinking the same thing."

They kissed and petted, murmuring nonsensical devotions to each other for about half an hour, then Severus was ready for round two. Lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand so he could look at her, he ran his other hand down her chest, over her belly, and over her mound. Watching his hand, he took two fingers and slowly slid them into her.

"I've made you so delightfully wet." He looked back into her eyes, a tiny furrow of worry between his eyebrows. "I want to suck you again, even after what we just did. Even after I filled you with come. Does that make me disgusting?"

Her passage clenched so hard at that thought, he could feel it with his fingers. Both his eyebrows rose as he looked at her in shock.

"Apparently, I don't think that's disgusting at all. In fact, some parts of me seem to think that's very, very hot."

He grinned at her then, the truly wicked grin, and it made her clench his fingers again. After a brief but enthusiastic snog, he dove down to lick and suck at her dripping core. He must have liked what he found, because he slurped at her eagerly before he turned his attentions to her throbbing clit.

She managed to wait for two glorious orgasms before she dragged him up her body with impatient hands, demanding that he fuck her.

And fuck her he did. With the sharp edge of his desire eased by their earlier coupling, he took his time. Exploring, experimenting, studying her closely for her every response. She gasped when a clever twist of his hips ground his pelvic bone into her aching clit, so he did the move over and over. Pushing balls deep inside of her and then grinding against her.

"More, oh yes, more. Fuck me, Severus. Harder. Oh, good heavens."

Grinning his wicked grin, he complied, staring into her eyes as he thrust harder and faster, every stroke hitting the point of her pleasure. With shock, she realized she was fast approaching the point of no return.

"Oh, you wonderful man. I'm going to come. You wonderful wicked man...I going to come with you buried inside me. Now...I'm going to come now. Severus!"

His name was a full-throated howl as her orgasm roared through her. He bit his lip until it almost bled as he rode out the contractions of her flesh around him.

When she came back to herself, he was still gently sliding in and out of her, his cock hard, his expression enthralled.

"You didn't...?"

"Oh, no." His eyes were lit with desire, his grin borrowed straight from the devil himself. "Not yet. I'm going to do that again. I'm going to make you scream my name again."

"Severus," she whispered.

Grabbing his head, she pulled his mouth to hers, pushing her tongue inside, fucking his mouth as he fucked her. She writhed beneath him like an animal in heat, slamming her hips into his with his every thrust. When he toppled her over the edge of her desire, she screamed his name. He pounded into her one last time and spilled into her still clenching passage.

At last pleasantly exhausted, they climbed under the covers and fell asleep, their limbs tangled together in sated abandon.