The Burning Pen

A Turn for the Better
by Ruth Solomon

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Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 65 ~ The Loving

Hermione fell forward, sighing as Severus suckled her breasts, his large, slightly calloused hands caressing the soft skin of her back and buttocks as he did so. She loved how his hands felt on her body, how deliberately they moved. He never rushed. She threw her head back and sighed, looking down at the top of his head, which moved sensuously as he laved first one breast, then the other. Slowly, Snape drew her down his body, their mouths meeting hungrily before he rolled her to the side, closest to the nightstand, one pale hand drawing down the dampened thong. Hermione pulled her legs up to help him remove it.

Now she was naked and he was fully clothed although his shirt was open.

”Get naked,” Hermione breathed at him.

Snape sat up and quickly removed his pajama top and bottoms, tossing them out of the bed, then lying back down, facing Hermione as he reached for the bottle on the night stand.

Hermione’s eyes widened as he lifted the anal lube, drew it in and opened it. Was he going to go straight for anal sex? She could do it, but she’d hoped there would be more intimacy and straight sex first. But then again, he could be impatient.

Snape studied her, knowing what she was thinking. Yes, he did want to pop her little anal cherry, but not before he saw to her needs. Anal sex would be part of the act, not the whole of it. It would be the close.

Hermione rolled to her belly so he could apply the lube. He kissed her temple.

”This is just in preparation, Hermione. I don’t want to have to stop in the middle of our lovemaking to prep you. It will take us out of the moment, and wife, I don’t want to lose any moments we share tonight,” he told her softly as he rose up on his elbow and slipped the tip into Hermione’s anus. He had designed the tip with little bumps on it, and it had a long, thin mouth to make applying the lubrication easier. Hermione made a little sound of pleasure as he gently slipped the bumpy tip inside her relaxed orifice.

Snape squeezed the bottle, the lubrication filling her cavity. Hermione squirmed a little as the lubricant gave her a delicious bubbling sensation as it cleaned her thoroughly, then thickened and slickened to provide lubricant and protection. Snape recapped the bottle and placed it back on the nightstand.

”Now—“ he breathed, rolling her to her back and straddling her on his hands and knees. He didn’t finish the sentence as he covered her mouth with his own, tasting her heat and warmth as their tongues battled, Hermione’s arms wrapping around his neck. Her knees shifted back and forth and one accidentally hit his dangling cock lightly. He wasn’t hurt but he stopped kissing her for a moment.

”Stop shifting, witch, or this is going to be a very short wedding night,” the Potions master chided her before returning to her mouth.

Personally, Hermione thought Severus’ cock would make a good Piñata, it was so huge and strong. But what came out of it when it was “whacked” certainly wouldn’t be suitable for children.

Snape began to kiss and lick his way down her body, only his mouth in contact with her skin. Hermione loved when he did this, arching beneath him as his lips moved over her, inching downward, leaving nothing untouched, unworshipped. She locked her fingers in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. The wizard’s head was an erogenous zone and he loved the feel of her nails. He growled as he lapped at her belly button, then kissed his way down her lower belly, stretching out and lowering himself to the bed now, his lips pulling lightly on her curled pubic hair. He blew his warm breath on her sex and looked up at his panting wife.

”Open for me, Hermione,” he said softly, breathing in the scent of her arousal, his mouth watering a little.

Hermione never spread her legs unless he implicitly requested it, because it turned her on to hear him demand she do it. She spread her legs wider and let out a choked noise as Severus buried his big nose in her softness and breathed in deeply. She smelled of sweet, musky readiness and cherries. He then lightly kissed her inner thighs, making Hermione quiver impatiently. Gods, how the wizard teased her sometimes. He parted Hermione with two fingers, eyed the enlarged and stiffened peak of her clit. The mini erection was proof she was ready for any and everything. He began tickling the soft pink flesh with the tip of his tongue, running around that little man in the boat, rather than attacking it first. Hermione’s fingers locked into his hair tightly now, and she pushed her pelvis upward for more contact, which Snape gave her, using his entire tongue to lick and titillating her before pressing his lips tight against her pussy, kissing it and suckling lightly on her clit.

”Oh gods,” she groaned as the delicious sensation pulsed through her body. She let go of his hair with one hand so she could play with her nipple, her head tilted back and body writhing slightly as her lover attended her.

Snape slipped his hands under her hips and lifted her slightly, bringing her core even closer to his mouth and slipped a finger inside her warm, tight orifice, crooking the tip of it as he gently moved his digit in and out of her, still licking and kissing her flesh, lapping up the juices and reveling in the taste of her. Hermione’s legs began to tremble as the Potions master found the little sensitive area known as the G-spot. He was very good at finding it because of his own exploration of his body. A woman’s g-spot’s location was roughly the equivalent of where a man’s prostate gland was located.

And Snape knew where that was.

”Oh, ohohohohohoh! Severus! Severus!” Hermione gasped as his finger caressed the spot, his tongue lashing her now to a wild crescendo, and he waited for the dam to burst. Suddenly, Hermione let out a cry, tightening around his finger, her hand flying back to his hair and grasping a hank of it as she climaxed. Snape quickly pulled out his finger and locked his mouth to her opening, capturing her hot, delectable flow, drinking it down reverently, taking her release into himself, feeling their connection.

”Oh, merlindianasomaandcupid!” Hermione hissed as she floated ecstatically on the waves of pleasure breaking over her, Snape riding the perfect storm with her. The Potions master stayed at her core, sucking and lapping until the last tremor, his face wet with what he missed. Hermione let out a sigh and he lifted his head, looking up at her red, flushed face with more than a little satisfaction before climbing up her body. His cock was swollen to bursting with blood and felt as if it weighed ten pounds.

Hermione’s body was moist and warm, the scent of her release like musky incense. Snape kissed her and she could taste herself on his tongue. She was still drifting, then let out a cry as she felt him enter her, thick, hot and hard, sliding through her sleeve and resting against her cervix, pulsing, alive and hers.

”My beautiful wife,” Severus sighed, surrounded by her heat and softness and raising himself up on his hands. “Receive your husband. Take your love.”

He began to move, slowly and deliberately, his black eyes focused on Hermione’s face as he gave her stroke after strong, deep stroke, claiming her body as his own. She jerked under him, her breasts bouncing, her eyes heated as they looked up into his slightly contorted face>

”Yes, Severus . . . gods,” she moaned and the wizard began to move faster, angling his pelvis and whirling his slightly so he stretched her slightly, loving the friction of his hard cock burrowing into her soft, wet, clutching body.

He rode her body hungrily, hearing her juices squelch around him, feeling them wetting his loins and going just a little deeper, a little harder as she clutched at his wet sides, drawing him in, trying to guide him. Sometimes he thought Hermione was trying to make him permanently pin her to the mattress. Snape sat back on his heels, pulling Hermione’s hips downward, slipping his hands under the small of her back and lifting her, the witch’s hands falling to the sides of her head, surrendering her body to the wizard.

He looked down at her, bouncing and jerking before him, then down at his thick cock, the pale, cream-covered shaft appearing and disappearing between her parted thighs. He reached up with one hand to caress her cheek, then her breast, not losing his rhythm as he took his prize. More than his prize.

His love.

He pulled her upward, so she was on his lap and locked his mouth to hers, Hermione moaning into it as he wrapped his arms around her. Now, she could get in on the act and began whirling her hips on his cock, Snape’s silken voice also rising in pleasure, urging her on as she took over, using her skills as a lover to nearly taking him over the edge. Both witch and wizard were perspiring freely now, skin to slippery, hot skin, their bodies moving in counterpoint, tongues and bodies entwined, finding wholeness in each other.

Hermione let out another gurgling cry as she hit another peak and Snape groaned as her heat washed over him, wetting his thighs. He quickly fell forward with her, sliding out and turning her on her side so her back was to him, lifting her leg and entering her from the back, locking his mouth to her shoulder and driving into her, stroking her through her release, Hermione trembling against him, lost to his passion and her own, unintelligible words pouring from her lips as her husband continued loving her.

Snape finally slowed his stroke as Hermione drifted downward, her body hot and wet, her hair in curly ringlets from sweat and activity. She felt his finger tip enter her anus, and she relaxed, ready for what was to come.

”Are you ready?” Snape breathed against her ear.

”For anything,” she said softly.

”Tell me if I hurt you, Hermione,” the Potions master said as he pulled out of Hermione, shifting back and adjusting the position of his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

”You won’t, Severus—“ Hermione said. She was so ready to feel him this way. Toys were—toys. Stiff, rigid. Unfeeling. She was ready for something warm, thick—alive to fill her.

Severus rested the head of his cock against her entrance, fingering her a little, nervous that she would tighten up and make entry impossible. But he needn’t have worried as he gently thrust forward and Hermione received the head of his cock easily. The wizard let out a gasp as the unfamiliar tightness of her arse wrapped around him.

”Oh my gods—Hermione,” he hissed as she closed her eyes, feeling his cock throb inside of her. It felt amazing.

”Go on, Severus—you feel so good. Go deeper,” she told him.

Carefully, Severus eased forward, burying himself deeper into that wonderful, slick tightness. She felt amazing. He kissed Hermione’s throat and shoulders appreciatively as she sighed.

Severus slid in a bit further and stopped. This was as far as he dared to go. He had a long cock and didn’t want to damage her.

”Oh, that’s so good, Severus—fuck me,” Hermione urged, overcome by the fullness. This was so much better than a lifeless toy. She could feel him tremble against her back. Snape wasn’t used to this feeling and already he was approaching the brink.

”I—I can’t move,” he said softly to his wife.

”Then I will,” Hermione said. She was on her side and could thrust back and forth if she wanted. “Let me do the work, Severus.”

The Potions master didn’t respond. He couldn’t because his mouth was slack with pleasure as Hermione began to pump her loins slowly, drawing her tight arse over his cock, then returning.

A tight “yesssssss’ managed to escape him as Hermione sped up, caressing and burying the wizard’s shaft in and out of her body. Snape shifted back and pulled her cheek apart slightly so he could see his penetration. There it was, his fat, pale cock piercing her tight little puckerhole.

He should have fought the urge to look, because he suddenly clutched her body against his in a near death hold . . . and blew with a cry, the world dropping away as pleasure tore through him. He came . . . he just couldn’t help himself. The sensation and the sight were just too erotic not to react.

Hermione gasped as she felt him pulse inside her, filling her with heat, his cock jerking as he released. It felt incredible. Unlike anything else she had ever experienced.

She lay there quietly as his gasping and orgasm ebbed, his grip on her body loosening, then his lips pressing to her shoulder as his entire body relaxed and he withdrew. One of his hands slid over her side and hip to caress her buttock.

”Are you all right?” he asked her softly. He had lost control in the end and wasn’t sure if he had gone too deep in the process. He hadn’t.

“I’m fine, Severus,” she said, turning in his arms and kissing him.

The wizard’s face was full of wonder, and he continued caressing her buttock, unable to help himself. Her arse was pure gold.

”I’m afraid I didn’t last too long,” he told his wife, who smiled at him.

”It was our first time, Severus. You were very good,” she assured him, kissing his big nose now. “We’ll get the hang of it. We’ve got the rest of our lives.”

Snape gave her a small smile, then yawned horribly. Usually he was able to perform at least twice a night. But it had been a long day for the wizard, and it was showing now. His long lashes fluttered and he yawned again.

Hermione rolled to her back and managed to get the tired Potions master situated so his head rested comfortably against her breasts. She caressed his temple and played in his hair as sleep overtook him. She laid there, the love of her life resting against her and feeling all was right with the world.

Hermione Granger and Severus Snape had found each other by navigating an ocean of time and acting with courage and conviction to change a dark destiny. Along the way, they changed the wizarding world for the better. Lives were saved and forever altered. Relationships were formed that were never meant to be . . .

unless, of course, that had been Destiny’s plan all along.

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A/N: A nice honeymoon night, I think. Thanks for reading. *** Epilogue next.

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