The Burning Pen

Why Just Watch?
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 5

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 5 ~ A Bit of Teasing, a Touch of Taking

Snape’s fingers fairly flew down the front of his robes. Hermione let out a little shriek when he suddenly whipped them open like a flasher, thrusting his loins forward and revealing nothing underneath but . . . skin. He wasn’t wearing anything. He let his robes fall to the floor.

”Oh my gods . . . professor! You’re . . . you’re naked!” Hermione gasped, covering her mouth as she looked at his lean, pale body. The Dark Mark was clearly visible on his left forearm and a number of scars could be seen on his chest and belly.

Snape smirked as he began to swell, his pale, trunk-like cock slowly extending itself in Hermione’s direction, lifting, the thick, mushroomed-shaped head slipping from the folds of Snape’s foreskin much like a turtle peeking out from its shell.

Hermione watched the wizard’s awakening tool, mesmerized, her own hands stilled.

”Some days I go ‘commando,’” he purred, delighted he had shocked the witch. “Not that I ever wear anything under my robes other than briefs. Now, tear your eyes away from my erection and get naked. You’ll see it close up and personal soon enough, I assure you.”

Hermione swallowed and continued unbuttoning her robes as Snape removed his boots and socks, wriggling his long toes in the deep shag carpet. He straightened and looked at Hermione impatiently as she peeled off her robes, revealing a pink blouse with an amazing amount of tiny buttons down the front and on the cuffs and a pair of jeans. He looked down at her feet and realized that her trainers were high-tops and laced to the hilt.

“Dear gods,” the wizard said, looking at all the little buttons, jeans and laced trainers. “I’m going to be an old man by the time you get out of all that!”

Snape grabbed his robes off the floor, pulled out his wand, pointed it at Hermione and said, “Divesto!”

That took care of the problem neatly as Hermione squealed, covering her breasts with her hands, bending and clamping her thighs together. Snape arched an eyebrow at her.

”Now, that is not a conducive position at all,” he told her, dropping the wand.

Suddenly he grabbed the naked witch and picking her up, strode toward the mirrored dresser and set her down on top of it.

”Much better setup,” Snape said, his dark eyes washing over her curvaceous little body. Hermione had large breasts and hips and rather thick thighs. Curly brown hair rested at the apex of those luscious thighs.

Snape made a sound as he looked at her, then licked his lips as he met her eyes.

”You are lovely,” he hissed, catching her waist and pulling Hermione forward a bit.

Then he pushed her shoulders and Hermione leaned back against the mirror, shivering a bit as the cold glass came in contact with her skin. As she lay against the mirror, her body slightly curled, her thighs open to the wizard, Hermione had never felt so vulnerable in her life.

Or so wet.

Snape gently cupped both of her breasts, the brown peaks hardened into tight buds. He began to play with them, squeezing and fondling their fullness, mashing them together, flicking his thumbs over them, his eyes on Hermione’s face the entire time.

His hands felt wonderful. They were large, slightly calloused and roughened. Definitely a working man’s hands. Hermione let out a moan as he caressed her.

”You like me touching you, don’t you Hermione?” he breathed, his eyes glittering as the witch began to respond to his touch, her lower lip wet and trembling as her eyes went half-lidded. He lightly pinched her nipples, making her gasp at the slight pain before sliding his hands down her belly and over her thighs. He stopped for a moment, then slipped one hand between her legs, gently touching her wet core with his fingertips.

He hissed as Hermione buckled.

”So wet and so sensitive,” Snape purred, his face contorting with lust as he gently slipped his fingers through her folds, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, witch. You’re going to love this cock.”

He began to caress his thick shaft, shifting the foreskin back and forth, his eyes locked to Hermione’s eyes as he did so, observing her reactions as he twiddled her. Hermione shifted helplessly as Snape pleasured her with his fingers, stroking himself slowly.

Oh gods, he talked so dirty . . .made her feel so dirty, playing in her pussy as he said such nasty, hot words.

And Hermione discovered she liked dirty

Suddenly, Snape pushed forward, removing his hand from between Hermione’s legs and resting his heavy tool on her belly, thrusting gently, the hard member sliding over her skin as Hermione looked down at it. He licked her juices from his fingers, then snarled at her lustfully.

”Touch me. Familiarize yourself with what will soon be inside you,” he hissed, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to his cock.

Hermione grasped it. It was hot, pulsing, and hard beneath the delicate skin surround the shaft. Small veins encircled it, raised and full of blood. Her hand began to move, running up and down the length of it as Snape let out a breath and closed his eyes in pleasure, thrusting in her small, warm hand, his arms hanging at his sides.

“That’s right,” Snape breathed, “Caress me, feel how much meat hangs from this thin frame . . . how much hard hot meat I’m going to stuff inside your sweet little body.”

Hermione thought she might orgasm right now listening to the wizard. Gods, he was nasty. So deliciously nasty. Ron never talked to her like this.

Snape rocked back and forth, sighing and groaning as Hermione gave him a handjob. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and his nostrils flared. Hermione swore she saw smoke issue from them as if from the nostrils of a randy dragon as he pulled away from her, then pushed her legs as wide as they would go, yanking her forward so she slumped even more against the mirror, panting with excitement as the wizard looked down on her, his greasy hair a curtain around his face, shadowing it, his eyes like glittering diamonds in the dark. He grasped his cock and pressed it to her entrance, Hermione letting out a groan at the size of it resting against her core.

“Grab my waist,” Snape growled.

”What?” Hermione murmured, disoriented and aroused as the wizard’s hardness pressed against her. She shifted her pelvis anxiously.

”Grab my waist!” Snape demanded.

Hermione did as he asked.

”Now, pull me forward. Slide me into your hungry pussy,” he breathed, “Show me you want it, witch. Show me you want me to fuck you.”

Hermione loved how Snape used the word ‘fuck’ rather than ‘shag.’ Shag sounded so juvenile and there was nothing childish about what was occurring between them. Hermione did as he asked, her hands grasping his thin waist. She could feel scars under her fingers at the small of his back. He had been through so much.

“Now pull me,” Snape hissed.

Hermione did so, letting out a gasp as the fat head penetrated her, stretching her flesh around its girth. Gods, it felt so good!

”Ooooh!” Hermione gasped as Snape let out a groan.

”More! More witch!” he urged her, trembling, fighting his urge to thrust deep.

Hermione pulled him forward, feeling as if she were being filled by a Quidditch bat and not a man as his stiff pole was immersed in her body, parting her flesh like the bow of a ship sliced through water. Finally it seemed he could go no deeper. He rested against her cervix, throbbing inside her.

”Oh, Professor,” Hermione groaned, writhing as Snape leaned forward, resting his hands on the dresser, his hair dangling around his pale face, his eyes glinting.

”You have quite a bit of depth for a small witch. I think perhaps you will be able to take all of me in a bit,” he breathed, “what a pleasure that will be. I love the feel of my loins slapping against a fat, juicy bum.”

”You’re so dirty,” Hermione hissed up at him, her eyes glazed.

”You don’t know the half of it, witch,” he replied, his lips curling lasciviously. “More than likely I will be the dirtiest wizard you’ll ever meet. Now . . .”

Snape drew his hips back, sliding almost completely out of Hermione’s hot and ready body.

“ . . . we fuck,” he purred, thrusting forward hard.

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A/N: And they’re off! Another shorty, but it’s a busy morning. At least we know they’re actually doing something now. Lololol. Thanks for reading. (Don’t kill me)

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