He shifted away from her again as he hooked his forefingers into the edges of her knickers, pulling the lacy garment slowly downwards. Wanting to be helpful, Hermione reached behind herself and deftly unhooked her bra, pulling the item off of her arms and tossing it to the side while Snape made his way back up her legs, her underwear somewhere on the floor, kissing along the inside of her thigh. When he made it to the apex of her thighs, he licked her folds softly, almost reverently, and she moaned, her fingers threading into his hair, encouraging him to continue. She felt his weight shift slightly as he lay down, resting on his elbows, and hooked his forearms around her thighs. With a tug, he pulled her tight against his lips and she squeaked as she slid a few inches down the mattress but then oh Merlin, everything was his mouth - his tongue, his lips - pleasure, delightful pleasure and she was trembling, moaning, pleading... And then she was shuddering in ecstasy as he pushed her over the edge, still shivering in aftershocks as he covered her body with his and crushed his mouth to hers. She tasted her own arousal on his lips and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tilting her hips towards his as she felt his heavy erection against the crease of her hip. 