Remus/Hermione - X - Need
Title:Need
Author: Alessandra X
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger
Rating: X
Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own. All characters are of legal age.
Warning: Fingering, oral sex, PWP, spanking, sex, sex, sex
Notes: Written for SH SIF Festival. Plot? Setting? DH? What? ;]
Why?
Perhaps it was the dull, repetitious beating of the rain against the window or the, indistinct and hazy, smell of the lone candle burning on the otherwise bare nightstand by the bed with its alluring disheveled sheets. It could not have only been the sheer lust and open temptation presented before him. The atmosphere, the surroundings, does a considerable amount of manipulating the mind and senses, setting the mood. The throbbing erection straining against his pants, though, could not be blamed purely on the convenient erotic rendezvous. This was something that had built for an amazingly and agonizingly long time. But it was his surrender to do nothing but watch and, perhaps, even to allow things to unfold into something less voyeuristic - unlike his natural instinct to suppress his intense feelings - that caused him to search out an explanation for his behavior.
She ran her hands down the smooth, subtle curves of her torso until her fingertips danced playfully at the hem of her panties, the only article of clothing left on her otherwise naked body, and slipped the thin material down over her young thighs. The baldness of her womanhood almost did him in then and there. All prior thoughts about his wrong decisions in this situation were wiped cleaned. Her Lolita form looked absolutely delicious and he wondered fleetingly if her tender honey colored flesh would taste the way it appeared.
“What are you thinking about over there, Professor?” she asked, stressing his former title with a perverted grin curling her sweet lips.
She tossed her panties at him and he caught them fast. There was not a moment’s hesitation when the panties came in contact with his fingers - the underwear went directly to his face where he inhaled the scent of her. An answer to her question was unnecessary when he finished. He wore the expression of lustful intoxication, and it was very becoming.
The tempo of his heartbeat slowly ascended as he watched her work her fingers over her little nipples. Every little action she did, every low moan of self-pleasure, caused a tempting jerk from his cock, and he found it almost unbearable to simply be leaning against the wall controlling his need and not be touching, tasting, and taking her. The way she, slowly and torturously, let her fingers dip down to her navel, and then pausing before giving her fleshy pelvis a teasing slap.
“Remus,” she sighed as she slipped a finger into her, wet and ready, slit.
He approached her slowly, and bent over her, taking a light nip at the crook of her neck. She writhed with erotic pleasure in his arms as he explored her chest with his tongue, taking in the taste of her delicate peak of a breast, the almost non-existent cleavage, and her very taut pink nipples. He ground his hips against her body, feeling needy to be in her hot core. It took everything that he had to hold himself back from throwing her on the bed and having his way with her, long and hard.
Lightning flashed outside and it lit the dull room with brightness for less than a second, and the thunder grumbled as if displeasured. The sound felt unusually sensual.
Remus began to lower himself down on her. He bathed her flat stomach with his tongue, tracing around her navel before going even further down. She gasped when he got to her bald pussy, his hot breath softly blowing across her skin like a hot July breeze. She removed her finger, and Remus began to work his mouth over her intimate flesh.
“Ugh, Remus,” she moaned.
She tasted like youth and hot desire, a delicious taste, and from a girl he had longed to consume. Remus slid his hands from her thin knees up until he came to her smooth, perfectly parenthesized inner thighs. There was not a single dimple or lump of cellulite here, just the sweetness of soft skin. He massaged her gently as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her waiting hole, toying with her arousal just as she did to him with her hot strip-tease.
“Ooh, Remus, that’s it…”
Remus pulled away and smiled at her. She had the look of a woman who had nearly attained rapture, and he liked it.
“How do you want it?” asked Remus in a low, husky voice. “You want me to tongue fuck you, Hermione?”
It seemed that her legs quivered slightly in response, and he chuckled to himself, smirking as he ran his tongue over her slit before penetrating her with it. She bucked her hips as he snaked his hands around to her backside, kneading the plump cheeks. He lapped at her like a desperate, dehydrated hound, and every now and then the bridge of his nose rubbed against her sensitive clitoris causing her body to tense and shake randomly.
One firm and unexpected slap to one of her ass cheeks helped set off the flood of her orgasm. Hermione gripped the back of Remus’ head as he greedily drank in the result of his endeavors, her head tilting back with satisfaction and legs wobbling as if ready to give-way. Remus grabbed her by the waist to steady her as he took in the last drops, licking his lips as a finishing gesture.
Remus arose from kneeling, holding her tightly against his fully clothed body and planting a long, bruising kiss to her lips. He parted her lips with his tongue and slipped it inside her mouth, allowing her to taste the vestiges of her juices. He felt her grinding her pelvis into his hard erection, the material of his trousers a terrible barrier that suppressed his pleading cock.
Like an answer to his woes, Hermione broke the kiss and ran her small hands down the front of Remus’ shirt until they came to sit on his belt. She played with the buckle, a playful smirk on her soft face. Remus nuzzled her neck and nipped at the lobe of her ear as he waited almost impatiently for her to remove his organ from its un-pleasurable prison. She broke the belt free from the buckle, a minor freedom compared to what he needed, and began to finger at the top button of his trousers. Remus growled against the skin of her neck, smelling her enticing scent and restraining himself from destroying the erotic foreplay by quickly alleviating the barrier problem himself. Hermione giggled cutely at his response and undid the button. Then down went the simple zipper. She pushed his pants down to his thighs and took his aching, rigid cock into her hands.
The grasp of her hand around his member was warm and left a longing for more action, and then she slowly and softly ran her fingernails over the smooth flesh. She went down to her knees and spit almost boyishly on the head of his cock and, taking her hand and spreading her saliva over his shaft, she began to pump him. Her strokes gradually quickened, eliciting a pleased moan from Remus. He grasped the back of Hermione’s head and stepped closer so that his cock was a breaths length from her lips. Hermione dragged her tongue from the base and up to the mushroomed tip before taking him into her warm mouth.
“Oh, yes,” hissed Remus as she bobbed her head up and down on him.
He stared down to watch her take in his large organ in her tiny mouth - her lips stretched around his thick girth looked amazing, and her doe-like brown eyes gazing up at him as she worked on him was mesmerizing. It seemed that her left hand was missing, buried in the shadow between her legs.
Remus bent over her and gave her buttocks a slap. Hermione moaned in response and it sent a delightful vibration on his cock. He slapped her ass again, and then again, and then again, until her cheeks were pink.
“You like that, Hermione?” asked Remus teasingly. “Do you like being spanked?”
In response, Hermione dipped her head down and almost took his entire amazing length. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back walls of her throat and grunted like an excited warthog when she shook her head to help make room for the last few remaining inches that she had yet to cover. Remus seized a tangle of her hair and held her face pressed firmly against his pelvis, and after a few satisfying moments, drew her head back. She gasped from the release, but readily took him back into her mouth and did it all over again, deep throating him like a common bar wench.
A familiar tingling began to extend through his limbs and work its way down to his pleasured organ. Sensing the first signs of his climax building, and not wanting to end the feel good time at this moment, Remus withdrew himself from Hermione’s hot, laboring mouth.
She pouted, but Remus quickly suggested with a playfully arched brow and a charming smirk, “Don’t want to bring things to a close already, do we?”
He pulled Hermione up onto her feet and positioned her so that her back was toward him.
“Put your hands on the bed and arch your back,” he instructed.
“Yes, Professor,” answered Hermione, bending over the bed so that her heart-shaped rear was aloft and fully exposed.
Remus stood closely to her body, but kept distance between his desperate cock and her dripping vagina. He imagined that she expected him to fuck her now, thinking that the foreplay was done, but he was not finished playing with her body just yet.
He ran his hand lovingly over her pink cheeks, admiring the flushed color and softness. One hard slap on the cheek and Hermione reacted with a low moan.
“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t we,” growled Remus as he squeezed her tender ass cheeks. He spread them apart to expose the little puckered hole that was nestled, clean and dry, above her plump pussy. He gave her cheek one more slap before trailing his finger down to her slit. “Ugh, so wet,” he sighed as he sunk a solitary finger into her eager hole.
“Oh, yes, Professor,” moaned Hermione against the sheets. “That feels so good.”
Remus nestled a second finger inside her, slowly and softly thrusting them in and out. After a little while, Hermione began to meet his movements, pushing herself toward him as his fingers came crashing back into her. He allowed a third to join in, stretching that sweet, tiny hole of hers. Over and over he thrust his fingers in and out, his knuckles slapping against her flesh. Remus felt her muscles contracting against his fingers, gripping them in their soft embrace.
When he removed his fingers they dripped with her wetness and he licked his fingers before returning them down to her backside. Hermione leaned slightly lazily over the bed, her buttocks only slightly held high. Remus gave one of her cheeks a hard smack, causing her to start with surprise.
“I’m not finished with this yet,” he said with mock authority.
Hermione re-established her position and Remus continued to rub her backside, his fingers soaking wet. He parted her ass cheeks again and traced his wet fingertip around the tight ring. He heard the muffled whimper of anticipation from Hermione as he pressed his finger down on the hole but never penetrated, and it brought a curling smile to his face.
Finally, he let a small, slick portion of his finger slide into the constricted passage, all the while tenderly coaxing Hermione to relax. It was slow burying his index finger into her tight hole. When his finger was completely inside her, he let it sit there for a few moments, allowing her to get used to something being there.
“Are you doing alright there, Hermione?”
Hermione groaned deliciously and squirmed in reply.
Remus slowly began to withdraw his finger, and then slid it all the way back in. Her passage was so tight, hugging and pulling on his finger, and Hermione seemed to be enjoying the anal intrusion. He pumped a little more vigorously.
“Oh, Merlin,” she sighed.
He gave her buttock cheek a good, loud slap with his free hand before winding it around her front to stimulate her waiting clitoris. The moans and sighs that escaped Hermione were feverishly delicious, and he was not certain how much longer he could stand this. The need for his cock to be cradled in her hot, wet pussy was becoming almost unbearable.
He withdrew his finger completely.
“Remus?”
Was that the glistening folds calling to him? He took his hard cock into his hand, stroking it as he stared at Hermione’s inviting womanhood. This is what he needs.
Remus positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his member gently touched her pink flesh, jerking involuntarily with utter anticipation. Obviously Hermione felt him so close to where she wanted him - where he wanted to be - and squirmed impatiently. Still in the mood to tease, even with his mind clouded with delirious need, Remus ran his soft head up and down the length of her slit.
“Ooh,” Hermione sighed.
“You want it?” he asked in a guttural voice, still stroking his cock-head on her pussy.
Hermione looked over her shoulder, and replied firmly, “Yes.” Her voice dripped with the same desire that Remus felt. She needed him inside her just as badly as he wanted in.
He trailed back up to her entrance and positioned his organ. Very slowly he pushed himself forward, his head slowly penetrating her until it was nestled inside. Then the rest of his shaft began to wedge inside her, stretching her little hole.
“Oooh, yes,” cried Hermione over and over again as Remus gradually filled her.
Remus found himself whimpering at the feeling of her tight embrace. His fingers dug into her waist as he tried to keep himself composed enough to not pound into her right away. When every inch of him was consumed, he slowly pulled out, and then plunged himself in again.
The slow movements seemed to drive Hermione mad as she tried to thrust back harder, but Remus held her still and kept in control of the tempo, reveling in the feeling of being completely engulfed inside her. He rocked his hips against her rear, grinding in slow circular motions, and slowly his motions began to quicken.
“That feels so good,” hissed Hermione to the linens.
Inside she was velvet, a divine feeling, and the velvet dripped down the inside of her leg. In and out, he thrust his long hard shaft, and each thrust became a bit harder and just a little bit faster. Hermione responded to each thrust with wild moans of pleasure. Soon, Remus found himself pounding roughly into her, his pelvis slapping noisily against her full rear.
“Oh, yes!”
“You like to be fucked hard?” asked Remus, giving her ass a smack. “You want it harder - deeper?”
Hermione screamed, “Merlin, yes, Remus!”
Remus quickly threw Hermione on her back and climbed on the bed. He hovered over her, taking in the movement of her little breasts as she panted. Then he gathered her willowy legs and placed them at either side of his shoulders. He placed a light kiss on the inside of her thigh before bending so far over her that her knees touched the bed, and buried his cock inside her again.
“So tight,” he whispered as he began pumping in and out.
The positioning of her body left her womanhood vulnerable, and allowed Remus’ penetration to go deeper. Hermione’s eyes fluttered as if falling into ecstasy, and moaned and yelped and demanded for more. She writhed under him, but her movements were oppressed by Remus’ weight.
“You like that?” he growled, slamming down on her hard and fast. “You like it that hard?”
“Yes, yes!”
All tactics were shoved aside now. They have come too far for the foreplay and teasing. Remus was fucking her hard with abandon, and growling and mumbling unintelligibly in her ear. He could feel the control slipping from him, and soon it would be over.
Coherent thoughts fled him as Hermione’s shuttering orgasm exploded around him, and he could no longer hold it all in. One last thrust, burying himself as deep as possible, and his warm seed escaped, jet after jet, into her womb. This is what relief felt like. All the sexual frustration suffered finally redeemed.
Remus rolled onto his back exhausted.
“That was amazing, Professor,” said Hermione with a smile. She cuddled up close to him. “Maybe next time you’ll let me have a go with the reins?”
Remus gave her a soft, playful smack on the rear and chuckled.
fin.
Author: Alessandra X
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger
Rating: X
Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own. All characters are of legal age.
Warning: Fingering, oral sex, PWP, spanking, sex, sex, sex
Notes: Written for SH SIF Festival. Plot? Setting? DH? What? ;]
Why?
Perhaps it was the dull, repetitious beating of the rain against the window or the, indistinct and hazy, smell of the lone candle burning on the otherwise bare nightstand by the bed with its alluring disheveled sheets. It could not have only been the sheer lust and open temptation presented before him. The atmosphere, the surroundings, does a considerable amount of manipulating the mind and senses, setting the mood. The throbbing erection straining against his pants, though, could not be blamed purely on the convenient erotic rendezvous. This was something that had built for an amazingly and agonizingly long time. But it was his surrender to do nothing but watch and, perhaps, even to allow things to unfold into something less voyeuristic - unlike his natural instinct to suppress his intense feelings - that caused him to search out an explanation for his behavior.
She ran her hands down the smooth, subtle curves of her torso until her fingertips danced playfully at the hem of her panties, the only article of clothing left on her otherwise naked body, and slipped the thin material down over her young thighs. The baldness of her womanhood almost did him in then and there. All prior thoughts about his wrong decisions in this situation were wiped cleaned. Her Lolita form looked absolutely delicious and he wondered fleetingly if her tender honey colored flesh would taste the way it appeared.
“What are you thinking about over there, Professor?” she asked, stressing his former title with a perverted grin curling her sweet lips.
She tossed her panties at him and he caught them fast. There was not a moment’s hesitation when the panties came in contact with his fingers - the underwear went directly to his face where he inhaled the scent of her. An answer to her question was unnecessary when he finished. He wore the expression of lustful intoxication, and it was very becoming.
The tempo of his heartbeat slowly ascended as he watched her work her fingers over her little nipples. Every little action she did, every low moan of self-pleasure, caused a tempting jerk from his cock, and he found it almost unbearable to simply be leaning against the wall controlling his need and not be touching, tasting, and taking her. The way she, slowly and torturously, let her fingers dip down to her navel, and then pausing before giving her fleshy pelvis a teasing slap.
“Remus,” she sighed as she slipped a finger into her, wet and ready, slit.
He approached her slowly, and bent over her, taking a light nip at the crook of her neck. She writhed with erotic pleasure in his arms as he explored her chest with his tongue, taking in the taste of her delicate peak of a breast, the almost non-existent cleavage, and her very taut pink nipples. He ground his hips against her body, feeling needy to be in her hot core. It took everything that he had to hold himself back from throwing her on the bed and having his way with her, long and hard.
Lightning flashed outside and it lit the dull room with brightness for less than a second, and the thunder grumbled as if displeasured. The sound felt unusually sensual.
Remus began to lower himself down on her. He bathed her flat stomach with his tongue, tracing around her navel before going even further down. She gasped when he got to her bald pussy, his hot breath softly blowing across her skin like a hot July breeze. She removed her finger, and Remus began to work his mouth over her intimate flesh.
“Ugh, Remus,” she moaned.
She tasted like youth and hot desire, a delicious taste, and from a girl he had longed to consume. Remus slid his hands from her thin knees up until he came to her smooth, perfectly parenthesized inner thighs. There was not a single dimple or lump of cellulite here, just the sweetness of soft skin. He massaged her gently as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her waiting hole, toying with her arousal just as she did to him with her hot strip-tease.
“Ooh, Remus, that’s it…”
Remus pulled away and smiled at her. She had the look of a woman who had nearly attained rapture, and he liked it.
“How do you want it?” asked Remus in a low, husky voice. “You want me to tongue fuck you, Hermione?”
It seemed that her legs quivered slightly in response, and he chuckled to himself, smirking as he ran his tongue over her slit before penetrating her with it. She bucked her hips as he snaked his hands around to her backside, kneading the plump cheeks. He lapped at her like a desperate, dehydrated hound, and every now and then the bridge of his nose rubbed against her sensitive clitoris causing her body to tense and shake randomly.
One firm and unexpected slap to one of her ass cheeks helped set off the flood of her orgasm. Hermione gripped the back of Remus’ head as he greedily drank in the result of his endeavors, her head tilting back with satisfaction and legs wobbling as if ready to give-way. Remus grabbed her by the waist to steady her as he took in the last drops, licking his lips as a finishing gesture.
Remus arose from kneeling, holding her tightly against his fully clothed body and planting a long, bruising kiss to her lips. He parted her lips with his tongue and slipped it inside her mouth, allowing her to taste the vestiges of her juices. He felt her grinding her pelvis into his hard erection, the material of his trousers a terrible barrier that suppressed his pleading cock.
Like an answer to his woes, Hermione broke the kiss and ran her small hands down the front of Remus’ shirt until they came to sit on his belt. She played with the buckle, a playful smirk on her soft face. Remus nuzzled her neck and nipped at the lobe of her ear as he waited almost impatiently for her to remove his organ from its un-pleasurable prison. She broke the belt free from the buckle, a minor freedom compared to what he needed, and began to finger at the top button of his trousers. Remus growled against the skin of her neck, smelling her enticing scent and restraining himself from destroying the erotic foreplay by quickly alleviating the barrier problem himself. Hermione giggled cutely at his response and undid the button. Then down went the simple zipper. She pushed his pants down to his thighs and took his aching, rigid cock into her hands.
The grasp of her hand around his member was warm and left a longing for more action, and then she slowly and softly ran her fingernails over the smooth flesh. She went down to her knees and spit almost boyishly on the head of his cock and, taking her hand and spreading her saliva over his shaft, she began to pump him. Her strokes gradually quickened, eliciting a pleased moan from Remus. He grasped the back of Hermione’s head and stepped closer so that his cock was a breaths length from her lips. Hermione dragged her tongue from the base and up to the mushroomed tip before taking him into her warm mouth.
“Oh, yes,” hissed Remus as she bobbed her head up and down on him.
He stared down to watch her take in his large organ in her tiny mouth - her lips stretched around his thick girth looked amazing, and her doe-like brown eyes gazing up at him as she worked on him was mesmerizing. It seemed that her left hand was missing, buried in the shadow between her legs.
Remus bent over her and gave her buttocks a slap. Hermione moaned in response and it sent a delightful vibration on his cock. He slapped her ass again, and then again, and then again, until her cheeks were pink.
“You like that, Hermione?” asked Remus teasingly. “Do you like being spanked?”
In response, Hermione dipped her head down and almost took his entire amazing length. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back walls of her throat and grunted like an excited warthog when she shook her head to help make room for the last few remaining inches that she had yet to cover. Remus seized a tangle of her hair and held her face pressed firmly against his pelvis, and after a few satisfying moments, drew her head back. She gasped from the release, but readily took him back into her mouth and did it all over again, deep throating him like a common bar wench.
A familiar tingling began to extend through his limbs and work its way down to his pleasured organ. Sensing the first signs of his climax building, and not wanting to end the feel good time at this moment, Remus withdrew himself from Hermione’s hot, laboring mouth.
She pouted, but Remus quickly suggested with a playfully arched brow and a charming smirk, “Don’t want to bring things to a close already, do we?”
He pulled Hermione up onto her feet and positioned her so that her back was toward him.
“Put your hands on the bed and arch your back,” he instructed.
“Yes, Professor,” answered Hermione, bending over the bed so that her heart-shaped rear was aloft and fully exposed.
Remus stood closely to her body, but kept distance between his desperate cock and her dripping vagina. He imagined that she expected him to fuck her now, thinking that the foreplay was done, but he was not finished playing with her body just yet.
He ran his hand lovingly over her pink cheeks, admiring the flushed color and softness. One hard slap on the cheek and Hermione reacted with a low moan.
“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t we,” growled Remus as he squeezed her tender ass cheeks. He spread them apart to expose the little puckered hole that was nestled, clean and dry, above her plump pussy. He gave her cheek one more slap before trailing his finger down to her slit. “Ugh, so wet,” he sighed as he sunk a solitary finger into her eager hole.
“Oh, yes, Professor,” moaned Hermione against the sheets. “That feels so good.”
Remus nestled a second finger inside her, slowly and softly thrusting them in and out. After a little while, Hermione began to meet his movements, pushing herself toward him as his fingers came crashing back into her. He allowed a third to join in, stretching that sweet, tiny hole of hers. Over and over he thrust his fingers in and out, his knuckles slapping against her flesh. Remus felt her muscles contracting against his fingers, gripping them in their soft embrace.
When he removed his fingers they dripped with her wetness and he licked his fingers before returning them down to her backside. Hermione leaned slightly lazily over the bed, her buttocks only slightly held high. Remus gave one of her cheeks a hard smack, causing her to start with surprise.
“I’m not finished with this yet,” he said with mock authority.
Hermione re-established her position and Remus continued to rub her backside, his fingers soaking wet. He parted her ass cheeks again and traced his wet fingertip around the tight ring. He heard the muffled whimper of anticipation from Hermione as he pressed his finger down on the hole but never penetrated, and it brought a curling smile to his face.
Finally, he let a small, slick portion of his finger slide into the constricted passage, all the while tenderly coaxing Hermione to relax. It was slow burying his index finger into her tight hole. When his finger was completely inside her, he let it sit there for a few moments, allowing her to get used to something being there.
“Are you doing alright there, Hermione?”
Hermione groaned deliciously and squirmed in reply.
Remus slowly began to withdraw his finger, and then slid it all the way back in. Her passage was so tight, hugging and pulling on his finger, and Hermione seemed to be enjoying the anal intrusion. He pumped a little more vigorously.
“Oh, Merlin,” she sighed.
He gave her buttock cheek a good, loud slap with his free hand before winding it around her front to stimulate her waiting clitoris. The moans and sighs that escaped Hermione were feverishly delicious, and he was not certain how much longer he could stand this. The need for his cock to be cradled in her hot, wet pussy was becoming almost unbearable.
He withdrew his finger completely.
“Remus?”
Was that the glistening folds calling to him? He took his hard cock into his hand, stroking it as he stared at Hermione’s inviting womanhood. This is what he needs.
Remus positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his member gently touched her pink flesh, jerking involuntarily with utter anticipation. Obviously Hermione felt him so close to where she wanted him - where he wanted to be - and squirmed impatiently. Still in the mood to tease, even with his mind clouded with delirious need, Remus ran his soft head up and down the length of her slit.
“Ooh,” Hermione sighed.
“You want it?” he asked in a guttural voice, still stroking his cock-head on her pussy.
Hermione looked over her shoulder, and replied firmly, “Yes.” Her voice dripped with the same desire that Remus felt. She needed him inside her just as badly as he wanted in.
He trailed back up to her entrance and positioned his organ. Very slowly he pushed himself forward, his head slowly penetrating her until it was nestled inside. Then the rest of his shaft began to wedge inside her, stretching her little hole.
“Oooh, yes,” cried Hermione over and over again as Remus gradually filled her.
Remus found himself whimpering at the feeling of her tight embrace. His fingers dug into her waist as he tried to keep himself composed enough to not pound into her right away. When every inch of him was consumed, he slowly pulled out, and then plunged himself in again.
The slow movements seemed to drive Hermione mad as she tried to thrust back harder, but Remus held her still and kept in control of the tempo, reveling in the feeling of being completely engulfed inside her. He rocked his hips against her rear, grinding in slow circular motions, and slowly his motions began to quicken.
“That feels so good,” hissed Hermione to the linens.
Inside she was velvet, a divine feeling, and the velvet dripped down the inside of her leg. In and out, he thrust his long hard shaft, and each thrust became a bit harder and just a little bit faster. Hermione responded to each thrust with wild moans of pleasure. Soon, Remus found himself pounding roughly into her, his pelvis slapping noisily against her full rear.
“Oh, yes!”
“You like to be fucked hard?” asked Remus, giving her ass a smack. “You want it harder - deeper?”
Hermione screamed, “Merlin, yes, Remus!”
Remus quickly threw Hermione on her back and climbed on the bed. He hovered over her, taking in the movement of her little breasts as she panted. Then he gathered her willowy legs and placed them at either side of his shoulders. He placed a light kiss on the inside of her thigh before bending so far over her that her knees touched the bed, and buried his cock inside her again.
“So tight,” he whispered as he began pumping in and out.
The positioning of her body left her womanhood vulnerable, and allowed Remus’ penetration to go deeper. Hermione’s eyes fluttered as if falling into ecstasy, and moaned and yelped and demanded for more. She writhed under him, but her movements were oppressed by Remus’ weight.
“You like that?” he growled, slamming down on her hard and fast. “You like it that hard?”
“Yes, yes!”
All tactics were shoved aside now. They have come too far for the foreplay and teasing. Remus was fucking her hard with abandon, and growling and mumbling unintelligibly in her ear. He could feel the control slipping from him, and soon it would be over.
Coherent thoughts fled him as Hermione’s shuttering orgasm exploded around him, and he could no longer hold it all in. One last thrust, burying himself as deep as possible, and his warm seed escaped, jet after jet, into her womb. This is what relief felt like. All the sexual frustration suffered finally redeemed.
Remus rolled onto his back exhausted.
“That was amazing, Professor,” said Hermione with a smile. She cuddled up close to him. “Maybe next time you’ll let me have a go with the reins?”
Remus gave her a soft, playful smack on the rear and chuckled.
fin.