The Burning Pen

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by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 8

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 8 ~ Completion

Snape's black hair framed his pale face as he looked down at Hermione, his usually harsh features softened and less severe as he prepared himself for entry. He hovered, savoring the moment, his eyes locked to the eyes of the young woman beneath him, willing to open up to him, willing to receive him, willing to be one with him for one small moment.

Slowly, he slid inside Hermione, feeling her soft flesh give, then part snugly, wrapping around his length like a moist, velvet sleeve. He groaned down at Hermione, biting his lower lip with pleasure as he rested inside her tightness, feeling the pulse of her life around him.

"Oh, Severus," Hermione sighed as his hardness sunk inside her. Nothing she'd experienced before with Ron had ever felt so good or so perfect as their bodies locked together, connected. Snape filled that aching emptiness, fed her need for greater closeness as he pulsed inside her, unmoving. It was almost as if he were tailor-made to fit her body, the perfect girth and length.

Carefully, Snape lowered himself, using his hands to support his upper body weight. He drew back slowly, then pierced Hermione again, gentle, filling, the friction of his organ as it slid back into her body absolutely delicious.

"Ooh," Hermione moaned again at the sensation. He was moving so slowly it felt as if she could feel every inch and contour of his hot flesh inside her. The easy way he possessed her felt much more intimate and overpowering then a fast, pounding stroke. Snape didn't thrust. He delved, using his body sensuously, rolling his pelvis slowly, angling his penetration so Hermione could feel as much of him as possible, filling her deeply and holding, holding, before gently withdrawing.

He kissed her, doubling his tender invasion of her body, both his tongue and cock immersed in her heat, her bliss. Hermione's hands slid down Snape's lean back and over the tight contours of his flexing flanks, totally lost to his patient lovemaking. He slid against her, hot moist skin to hot moist skin, contact the most important part of their union. Contact, the thing he craved most in the world at this moment in time.

Theirs wasn't a frenzied coupling. There were no moments that Hermione felt Snape wasn't with her, wasn't feeling her as they flowed together, rising and falling like a living, slow-rolling tide, the sounds of their mingled voices echoing off the marble tiles, their bodies moist with perspiration and illuminated by the soft light surrounding them. She felt like an extension of him, and he an extension of her, no longer separate, but one passionate body riding the easy crest of their union to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Snape rose to his knees, gently pulling Hermione's thighs around his waist and staring at her arching body as he continued taking her, looking down to where their bodies met from time to time, watching his cock disappearing into the soft pucker of her inner lips. His length was covered in creamy white lubrication, slick and thick, piling up at the base of his shaft like rich butter and small dollops of it clinging to his silky black pubic hair like pearls.

Hermione was exquisite, her body covered with a thin sheen, her hair back in ringlets, her voice sweet and passionate as she sighed and moaned her pleasure. The scent of her filled his nostrils, alluring, musky, rich as it rose from her straining, twisting form.

He wound his hips, turning her pelvis with him and felt her tightening, a shuddering purr issuing from her lips as her eyes closed and the wellspring opened again, bathing him in heat as her climax boiled over him.

"Yes," he said softly, his eyes fluttering against his own urge to let go. But not yet. He gently lifted her leg from around his body and turned her to her side, curling behind her, not losing contact, but staying with her. He wrapped his arms around her belly and returned to his stroke, flesh to flesh, embracing her tenderly, murmuring his pleasure in her ear and kissing her throat and shoulder.

Hermione was no longer a part of this world. The only reality and world was the world of the Potions master, moving in and out of her, lifting her, holding her, carrying her to another plateau so sweet, she could hardly stand it, her body feeling as if it were turning in on itself around the axis of his cock Again, she felt the tightening accompanied by an unbearably sweet, intense sensation deep inside her. It felt as if she were about to implode, drawn up into a tight little knot of insane pleasure. She heard Snape gasp, caught in the vise of her upcoming climax, Hermione's body choking him with a great, exhilarating pressure.

When she boiled over, so did he, gasping at each hot spurt of release and hissing at the heat that overflowed, splashing against his loins as Hermione reached her final, earth-shattering orgasm. He clutched her close, remaining curled around her shuddering body, shuddering along with her, satisfaction thrumming through him as they lay on the damp towels, panting softly.

Snape gently and tiredly kissed Hermione's shoulder. Just because he was an easy lover, it didn't mean he hadn't exerted himself. His body was covered in perspiration as he curled around Hermione, unwilling to let her go.

After about five minutes, Hermione softly said, "Severus?"

"Mmm?" he responded, his lips pressed against the pulse of her throat.

Hermione turned in his arms, her breasts pressing into his chest, and he shifted closer so they lay skin to skin, his flaccid cock resting on her thigh. Hermione looked into his dark, pleased eyes. She never realized how long his eyelashes were. She swept his hair out of his pale face so she could see his expression more clearly. Snape looked so relaxed, so unlike what she was used to. She felt she could ask him anything now. She took a steadying breath, then jumped right in.

"Are you seeing anybody?"

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A/N: Ooh la la. Lol. I know it was rather short by itself, but coupled with the foreplay of the previous short chapters, I hope it was satisfying just the same. Thanks for reading. Next is the epilogue

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