Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 13: Touch Me Here

"You're so good at this."

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He didn't hesitate to return your kiss with equal fervor. His lips instantly began to move against yours with a bruising, starving force. You clasped his head between both hands and pressed your body as far into his as you could manage. You were chest to chest, hips connected like you once were on the bank of the Black Lake. You panted heavily, moaning into his mouth as he gripped your hips and squeezed, hard enough to almost hurt, but not to leave any visible marks. The near-pain registered only as pleasure, and it ricocheted straight to your flaming core. You ground your hips down against his obvious hardness, and were infinitely turned on by his own arousal. He slid his hands around to grasp your backside, and you were surprised by his forwardness. Releasing his head from your hands, you moved down to stroke the sides of his neck, his shoulders, down the front of his chest, to his lower belly, just above the tenting of his pants. You pressed your thumbs gently into his abdomen and ground forward as if you were riding him.

"God - feels good," he muttered between kisses. You hummed against his throat, sliding your tongue out to caress the soft skin and scars there. You sucked a place just beneath the left side of his jaw and left a lovely purplish mark on the underside of the bone, as if you had claimed him. You reached up to unfasten the first few buttons of his shirt, and were shocked to have to succeeded without his awareness. It wasn't until you moved your palms across the rigid planes of his chest, feeling the bristle of sparse hair, that he stopped to look at you.

"Leave it on, please," he whispered, and, as much as you wanted to remove it, you obeyed.

You wanted yours gone, however, and grabbed his hands to lead them underneath your shirt. His cool fingertips made contact with the skin of your belly, and you clenched at the feeling. He glided them up, over your ribs, thumbs caressing the sides of your breasts, and worked your shirt over your head. He gaped at the sight of you, clad in only a thin lace bra from the waist up, and reached his arms around your back to pull you closer. His lips connected with the side of your throat, and sucked a trail down past your collarbone, to the mounds of your breasts protruding from the top of your bra, leaving a few purple marks to match his own. He nipped gently at the skin, and you moaned, a full, resonating sound that drove him forward.

He reached for the clasp of your bra behind your back, and you arched into him, feeling the material loosen. He made eye contact with you as if confirming your consent before sliding the straps down your shoulders and off of your body completely. He took in the sight of your bare chest hungrily, and reached up to cup them both in his hands.

"You are so unbelievably attractive," he groaned, and let his mouth work over the heated flesh. You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, nibbling it carefully between his teeth. Your breath hitched and eyes squeezed shut at the consuming sensation. Once he had sucked it to a deep shade of red, he proceeded to the opposing nipple, and the pleasure was only intensified.

"Please," you begged. "Touch me."

He chuckled against your chest.

"I'm already touching you."

"Touch me here," you said, grabbing his hand and guiding it between your legs.

"Please," you said again. "My own touch isn't enough." The last phrase came out in a whisper, quiet enough to to hear his gentle moan.

"If you so insist," he replied huskily. He reached his other hand down to unbutton your shorts and ease the zipper down, much too slow for your liking. You ground your hips forward again, pressing down on his hard length. His eyes closed for a moment, and slid his thumb ever so slowly across your clit. You moaned out in response, a shrill, eager cry. His jaw fell slack as he felt the moisture that had seeped through your underwear.