Bewitching the Mind and Ensnaring the Senses

(SMUT) CHAPTER ELEVEN: An Instrument To Play

*Authors note: Sorry for such a short chapter but it is very intense, buckle up and enjoy!*

Ariana:

We waste no time hurrying to his cambers. The thick wooden door slams behind us. Our hands fumble at each others clothes. He presses me against the wall dragging his lower lip up my neck and taking my earlobe in his mouth, nibbling slightly. I arch my back allowing him to untie the corset of my dress. It slinks down my body with no protest resting in a heap on the floor. My skin feels icy and tight against the stone wall. Gently he begins to play with the hem of my panties but even as he smiled, he felt the hot fluid between my legs, and swept the pad of his thumb across me causing my whole body to shudder.

"That's it, that's it, my darling," he says breathless "you can't resist, hmmmm?" As if an invitation, his words cause me to palm at him again over his clothes. As hard as he tries to fight it moans leak from his lips. I feel empty as he pulls his hand away and locks eyes with me. His stare tells me not to protest but I am aching to beg him to touch me again. He breaks his stare only to study his fingers for a moment before dragging his tongue between them then pulling down my lower lip allowing me to taste myself.

"So sweet" he says into my chin, my hand still working at him over his clothes. Suddenly I push him into the chair in front of the fireplace. He looks bewildered by the change of pace. It won't last long. My knees sting as they hit the chilled hard floor. Eagerly I unzip his pants and take him all in. The familiar curves and skin I so longed for. Gingerly I wrap my lips around him.

"Fuck" is the only thing he can mutter, completely out of breath. I work him, as deep as I possibly can, knowing my throat will be raw in the morning. My jaw becomes sore so I do my best to relax and focus on my breathing. When I see that he is dissolved with pleasure, I stop, divining that perhaps if I deprived him now he might grow irritated and I love when that look takes over his face. His mouth opens wide as he attempts to calm himself. I can see in his face he is quivering and tormented with desire. I push his hand away, and take him into my mouth again, and with my hands caress him and absorb him until he stops me.

He leans over with gratitude, tenderness, and murmurs, 'You are the first woman, the first woman, the first woman... not yet, get on the bed".

Severus:

As she lays on the bed I crave all of her, every inch of her bare skin touching mine, no air between us. She is twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the silk sheets at her sides into knots, and it seems her whole body grows pink, and her nipples are hard as stones. I can not resist them. I bite at them, playfully, not hurting her. I lick them working my way down her body. I hug every crevice with my mouth leaving not an inch unexplored. She struggles, and blushes and moans beneath me. Again she arches her back. I suck, leaving hidden marks for only mine and her eyes, to remember.

Her breasts are suffused with red. I'm struggling to hold myself together, to hold myself back as I take her into my mouth. I can no longer play nice. I'm nearer the brink as I drive my tongue inside her setting off another shattering moan that is music to my ears.

She is quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and when I touch her right, she makes the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I expose her and pluck all of her strings. She grabs at my hair, yanking and pulling me closer. I thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting the spot that turns her moans into one long, high-pitched exhale. She shudders against me, her legs quaking, and when I finally slowed to look up at her, I see her hair is a wild tumble, and her face is glowing. She's never looked more beautiful. I don't let her finish. Not yet. I haven't had all my fun.

"Severus please" she pleads, the room around me swimming and swarming. There is no going back.

Ariana:

Almost screaming after five agonizingly pleasurable minutes, I make a grab at him as he works himself above me. Now angrily slapping against both our bellies he holds both my arms down, and puts his tongue back to my core, lapping like a man who's been lost at sea for months, not missing a single drop. I find myself gripping his ears and tugging at the locks curling over them, beside myself, and a strange noise escapes from me as he moves back up, crescendo overtakes me. I can tell both of us are struggling at the threshold. His movements are becoming less fluid as he struggles to hold back.

"Severus, I- I need- it now-" I manage to stutter out between gasps. His eyes darken as he moves his lips to mine. The world around me slows as he wraps his finger around my throat.

Severus:

As I drive into her, I feel her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. An awful cry is muffled by my hand around her neck; she was shuddering so violently she all but lifts me on top of her. She is tightening, pulsing with pleasure. I move with her, in rhythm, as she bucks her hips against mine.

"Not yet" I mutter. Sweat is forming on my brow as I pump. Her face is twisting below me with pleasure.

"My love please, please let me-"

"Not yet" I growl. I want to savor every second on her supple skin gracing mine. I want to feel her warmth entangled in the sheets below me for as long as I can. "You're so beautiful." I almost cry forcing myself to hold off, teetering between pain and pleasure. She bites her lip. I watch blood trickle from the cherry cushions and move my tongue down making quick work to clean it up. The taste of metal and smell of sweat floods through me. Her cheeks run flush. I listen intently to the sound of our skin colliding, the beat of our bodies consuming me.

"Now" I demand and instantly we both fold to the will of our bodies. Heat runs through my veins as I slow. I look into her as she dreamily stares back.

"Never again, don't leave me ever again" I say as I pant above her.

"As long as you never leave me" she says holding my face as I roll to the side of her. Gently she places her hand in mine, we lay with our bodies intertwined, unable to separate. Sensual sinners bound by the brain, heart, and skin.