The Burning Pen

A Looping of the Scales by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 42

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Chapter 42 ~ A Slow Hand

Slowly, Hermione pulled her fingers from Snape’s warm mouth, the wizard sucking on them softly until they were fully removed, then his dark eyes opening and resting on her face, his lips slightly moist and his expression almost intoxicated.

”You’re delicious. Kiss me, let me show you,” he breathed at her.

Hermione hesitated.

”You said you’d do anything. Kiss me,” Snape said again, his eyes glittering.

”That’s so—kinky,” she said to him. “You want me to taste my own—my own—lubrication, Severus.”

Oh, he was so—dirty. And it was doing things to her body that was maddening.

I want to know how your body feels, sounds, looks, smells and tastes, Hermione. I want to learn you and share that knowledge with you as well as that pleasure. This is just the beginning. Kiss me,” he said softly. “Don’t be afraid. It’s all part of it. Part of you—like I’m going to be part of you.”

Hermione hesitated, then leaned down, pressing her lips against his, feeling his tongue slowly snake into her mouth, the musky taste of her juices passing between them. It was so intimate, so primal—so good. They parted, lips glistening. Hermione’s heated eyes met his.

”That was—I don’t know what that was, Severus,” she exhaled as she straightened.

”It was good,” he replied. “Open your blouse, Hermione. Slowly—“

Hermione began to back up and unbutton her blouse when Snape caught her elbow.

”No, stay here, close to me,” he told her, his eyes once again on her fingers.

Hermione moved back toward him and he spread his legs a bit so she stood between them. He looked down at her skirt, thinking of the naked flesh beneath it, but he didn’t touch her. Instead, he brought her knickers to his nose again, inhaling her aroma. His cock was so hard it was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Hermione pulled her blouse open, revealing her bra-encased breasts.

”Lean forward,” he hissed at her.

Hermione did as he asked, her nipples so tight they tingled, nearly ached. Snape pressed his nose between her cleavage, breathed in and let out a ragged sigh as he inhaled her scent and felt her soft flesh surround his face. Suddenly, he licked between her breasts, and Hermione jerked reflexively at the sensation of his tongue moving over her skin. Snape withdrew, and Hermione fought the urge to catch him by the back of his head and pull him back.

”Your skin is delicious too,” he said softly, looking up at her.

”Your—your tongue felt good, Severus. I—I want you to—“

”Who is giving the orders here?” Snape suddenly said. “You or me? You said I was.”

Hermione blinked at him. Orders? She didn’t exactly say he could give her orders—she said he could tell her what to—

Oh.

That was taking orders, wasn’t it? Suddenly, the temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees as Hermione realized that Snape wanted full control of this, of her.

”You are,” she said softly.

Snape studied her, frowning slightly.

”Say you’re sorry.”

”I’m sorry.”

Snape swallowed again as Hermione complied with his wishes. Gods, he hoped he could get through this. He was so turned on and he hadn’t even touched her intimately yet. But he could scent her desire strongly. He stood up, Hermione having to back away a bit to give him room.

”Turn around,” he said softly.

Hermione did so, and felt his arms encircle her waist as he pulled her back against his body, his erection pressing into her arse. He was still in his robes and clothing. She felt him gently move her hair aside then start kissing her throat, his pale hands caressing her belly and sides beneath her blouse reverently She sighed as his soft mouth and firm hands moved over her skin. She could feel little calluses on his fingertips from burns and other subtle injuries related to potions.

Snape’s hands slid down, circumventing her core and rubbing the front of her thighs through the fabric of her skirt. Hermione turned her head more, so he could reach her lips, beginning to rub her bum against him wantonly, wanting him to touch her more. He was sliding around all the good parts. The tips of her breasts were so tight, they hurt, and her pussy felt as if it were clapping together. Feeling his hardness against her arse and his supple tongue in her mouth was driving her mad.

All right. He was a virgin and wanted to take this slow, but Hermione couldn’t help but feel the word torturer was quite interchangeable with virgin at this moment.

But Snape was lost to the witch in his arms, sliding against him, the warmth of her skin under his palms, the softness of her buttocks rubbing against his hardness. He could feel wetness in his boxers. He was—leaking.

Suddenly, Hermione grasped his hands and guided them to her covered breasts, both of them. Snape stopped kissing her and looked over her shoulder as his hands were filled with her fullness. He squeezed and she let out an absolutely beautiful moan of pleasure.

”Oh, Severus,” she sighed.

He squeezed a bit harder, pressing his cock against her arse with more ardor, grinding into the witch, his breathing harsh.

”More—oh, Severus—touch me—my skin,” Hermione groaned, her eyes half-lidded, feeling as if her body was on fire. “Touch me all over.”

”I will,” he breathed, slipping his hands under her bra, forcing it upward, then grasping her breasts with a growl. He could feel the hard peaks of her nipples and caught them gently between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them gently. She buckled against him.

“You aren’t thinking about the NEWTS now, are you, Hermione?” he whispered into her ear as one hand slid under the elastic of her skirt.

Hermione let out a squeak as Snape’s fingers combed through her pubic hair lightly.

”It is soft,” he breathed. “So soft, Hermione.”

”Gods—“

”Yessss,” Snape breathed, letting his fingers slip lower and between her folds. It was soft, hot and wet down there. His breath hitched as he moved his fingers back and forth as gently as possible, not wanting to cause her any injury. Hermione began to moan sexily, winding her buttocks against him. Ron had never done anything like this. There was caressing, kissing, but not this kind of foreplay. No one had ever put their fingers down there, except her. And it felt incredible—just incredible.

But Snape was simply exploring, trying to get the feel of her body and her responses while giving her pleasure. Tom had said women liked to have their twats twiddled and as far as Snape could tell, the despot had been correct. Hermione was panting, moaning and groaning as if the center of her entire universe was at his fingertips.

Right now, it was as Hermione felt herself drawing in, a sweetness growing, tightening, a knot forming in her lower belly. Snape felt her temperature rise and detected a change in her scent, more compelling than ever as she began to actually whimper. He held on, kissing her throat, caressing her body with one hand, and teasing her core with the other, still gentle, but determined. He felt her start to quiver and pressed into her harder.

Everything had taken on a dream-like quality for both witch and wizard as they moved against each other, perspiring now, Hermione gasping as the build-up continued, Snape’s breaths stuttered as he manipulated her body. Dear gods, she was something else—so—so passionate under his touch.

Suddenly, Hermione shrieked and came, hot, thick wetness poured over Snape’s fingers and into his palm. The wizard reflexively tightened his hold on the climaxing witch, hissing as she shuddered against him, his cheek pressed against hers.

Hermione felt as if she’d blasted through the illuminated ceiling above her when the orgasm hit her, an explosion of bliss followed by waves of quaking, shuddering pleasure.

So, this was what it was about—this was the mystery she couldn’t crack with Ron. She slumped against Snape, whose eyes were full of wonder. He carefully pulled the elastic of her skirt away from her body and removed his wet, come-covered hand. He started to bring it to his mouth, wanting to taste Hermione’s nectar again.

“Wait,” Hermione said softly.

He paused, a little surprised. She had seemed so out of it.

”Me first,” she said softly, guiding his fingers to her mouth and suckling them gently, Snape letting out a hiss as her warmth closed over his digits.

”You’re a wonder,” he breathed when she released his fingers. “I would have never imagined—“

Hermione turned in his arms.

”Before you, I wouldn’t have either,” she breathed, kissing him and sharing her essence. Snape gathered her as close as possible, drinking in her kiss and her willingness to explore with him. This was going much better than he ever thought it would. But, there was still much more to do. They broke the kiss, and Snape drew her blouse down her arms. He removed it, then her bra, pulling it over her head. She now stood only in her skirt, socks and trainers, Snape’s eyes resting on her breasts. He licked his lips, looked into her heated brown eyes, then sat down on the bed and pulled her closer, latching his lips on one hard nipple and sucking gently.

”Ooh,” Hermione breathed as his mouth applied the gentle, pleasing suction, soothing the ache. “That feels so good, Severus. Gods, you’re good at this—I’ve never—“

Snape stopped suckling and looked up at her.

”Weasley didn’t do this for you?” he asked her.

”Well, this—yes—a little, but the other thing—“

”Tweaking your twat?” Severus asked her helpfully. Hermione blushed bright crimson.

”That—and tasting it,” she said softly.

Snape smiled a little. He was glad about that. He wondered what else they’d done or didn’t do. He wanted to know.

”Hermione, would you show me you and Ron?” he asked her softly.

”What?”

”Show me what it was like with him,” Snape said. “I want to see for myself.”

”Severus, I can’t let you see another wizard shagging me!” Hermione exclaimed.

”Why not?”

Hermione blinked at him.

”Because, because it’s wrong, that’s why,” she said. “You should know that.”

”I don’t see anything wrong with it. I’m going to shag you too. I just want to see what Weasley did and didn’t do. It might help my—my technique. Come on, Hermione. We’ve just done something very intimate together. Besides, you said you’d do whatever I asked.”

”Yes, and I’m starting to regret that,” she hissed at him.

Snape quirked an eyebrow at her.

”Are you really?” he asked her in a low voice, his eyes dropping to her skirt. Hermione looked at him and realized she was absolutely lying.

”No, not really. All right. You can see, but it’s not very exciting,” Hermione said.

Snape stood up, quickly pulled out his wand, pointed it at her and murmured, “Legilimens.”

Hermione winced slightly as Snape watched the rather fumbling encounter. He withdrew and looked at her with a slight frown.

”You didn’t have anything like the reaction you had with me, Hermione, and we haven’t even had sex yet,” he said. “That couldn’t have been good, could it? I mean, he didn’t take much time with you—didn’t turn you on properly. I could see you—you were willing, but it wasn’t as hot as what we just did.”

”No, it wasn’t,” Hermione replied, not feeling as put out as she thought she would. Snape was making observations. “But, I cared about him, Severus, and I did want to do it.”

”You care about me, too, don’t you?” Snape asked her quietly.

”Yes.”

Snape stared at her for a moment, then kissed her mouth softly.

”I’m going to be better than he was, Hermione. I’ll do things he didn’t, and there’s so much he didn’t do to make you feel good,” the wizard said when he broke the kiss.

Hermione stared at him. He had already gone where no wizard had gone before. What else could he do?

Snape stepped aside and gestured toward the bed.

”Take off the rest of your things,” he told her as he murmured a charm to open his robes instantly. “And get in the bed. I want to get horizontal.”

Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed and undid her trainers as Snape removed his robes and walked over to his wardrobe and carefully hung them up. As she removed her trainers and socks, she watched him undress, meticulously putting everything away as he did so. He was pale and lean, his back unscarred as he faced away from her. Finally, he was only in his boxers, then he pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing a very tight, muscular arse. He had a smattering of dark hair on his legs. He stood there a moment, still facing away from her.

Hermione stepped out of her skirt and stood beside the bed naked, looking at the naked wizard, who still hadn’t turned around.

”Severus?” she said softly. He looked over his shoulder at her, and his mouth worked a bit as he saw her nudeness. He quickly turned back.

”Get in the bed. I’m coming,” he said in a strangled voice.

Hermione realized it was probably nerves that had the wizard standing there the way he was. He was good, but this was still the first time for him. He’d be in bed with a naked witch for the first time in his life. She didn’t know how that felt for him.

Snape looked down at his huge erection. It was reddish-pink from the blood flow and stood out comically against the paleness of the rest of his body.

”It looks like a clown dick,” he thought, not having any idea Hermione definitely wouldn’t think that once she saw it. She’d think it was a big dick, not a clown dick. Definitely nothing to laugh about.

If Snape had his wand, he might have glamoured it to look closer to his skin color. He’d had erections before and they never looked like this. But then again, he couldn’t remember ever being harder than this either. He had an actual naked witch in his bed. Fantasizing didn’t produce the same kind of hard-ons that reality did. His cock was perfectly normal, considering what it was facing. Normal and ready to go to work.

Hermione slid beneath the Slytherin green sheets, noting they were silk. It seemed the professor had at least one luxury he indulged in. The mattress was very firm and only had a little give. Hermione didn’t mind it. She bit her lip as she looked at Severus. She had to get him over here and not embarrass him.

”Severus, I want you to know that—that I never—I never orgasmed before tonight. I didn’t with Ron, I mean,” she said to him softly. “You’re wonderful.”

Snape seemed to relax.

”Never?” he asked, still facing away.

”Well, I had little tiny ones when I, you know. But never with a wizard. And you did it just with your fingers. I bet I’ll have another when we shag.”

Snape half turned.

”You think so?” he asked her, heartened a little.

She nodded.

”Yes, if you ever get in the bed, that is,” she replied with a smile. Snape looked at her smiling at him, and turned around fully.

”Holy Hectate, holly and heather!” Hermione exclaimed, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she got a gander at what the wizard was working with. “You’ve got to be nine inches, Severus! At least that!”

Snape looked down at his erection, then smirked at her reaction. It really had never been this big before.

”I doubt it, Hermione. It just looks big because I’m so slender,” he responded, walking toward the bed, his cock bouncing with each step. Hermione’s eyes became wider as he came closer.

”You’re going to kill me,” she said, her eyes flicking up at him.

Snape smiled then. He felt muy macho now. The color didn’t bother her at all, but the size—

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said softly. “Move over.”

Hermione quickly slid aside as Snape lifted the sheets, his nostrils flaring as he looked at her nude body. She had thick thighs and hips. Beautiful.

”You know, I don’t really think we need these,” he said, ripping the sheets off the bed, Hermione squealing as he did so. He climbed into the bed and sat next to her, looking at her body as Hermione’s eyes rested on the monster sticking up and leaning a bit toward her. The tip of it was leaking murky fluid.

”It almost looks too big, Severus,” she said, her voice quavering.

Snape realized Hermione was a bit frightened.

”Don’t worry, Hermione,” he said. “I won’t do anything with it unless you tell me you’re ready. I promise.”

Hermione looked at him with wet eyes.

”Suppose—suppose I don’t get ‘ready?’” she asked him softly.

Snape gave her a small smile.

”Then I’ll just have to be content with what you do let me do,” he replied. “And right now, I’d like to kiss and lick you all over. My mouth is absolutely watering. Lie down.“

Hermione did as he asked. He’d given the right response. Even this close, he wouldn’t press her if she wasn’t ready. Still, he could enjoy her body in other ways, ways that would bring her pleasure as well. If he was good enough, maybe she’d forget her nervousness and let him go all the way.

Snape slid down so he was lying beside her, and she turned to face him, moving closer until their bodies touched. His cock rested lightly against her belly, and it was hot, hard but somehow delicate. The soft foreskin shifted against her slightly as their mouths connected.

Gods, his kiss was so sweet.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Even more to come. Heh on the pun. <g> ***

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