A/N – Hello anyone who happens to stumble across this. Indeed, it is the first story I've ever uploaded to a site such as this, so I would appreciate it if you would be kind. I will be updating this is as often as is possible for me.
Becca Kytes is an OC of mine, but you can be expecting to see some SS/HG soon too 3
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy what you read!
"Gagging for it…" He said in that same seductive baritone voice, somehow softer, but not a whisper. Which made it even sexier, that he wasn't afraid to say it out loud.
She bit back a muffled moan at the sensation his words and proximity caused.
"I… Professor?" She asked, somewhat confused. He surely couldn't be… making a pass at her? She was a student! Yet at the same time, the scandalous thought made her heart flutter.
His lips moved from her ear down to her neck, as he placed soft kisses upon it. Barely parting his lips before moving slightly lower so as to place another.
She moaned softly, almost inaudibly, and squirmed in her seat. She was beginning to feel extremely warm. Her eyes fluttered shut.
He pulled back to take in her flushed cheeks and closed eyes. His plan was working extremely well.
Severus strode back to his seat behind he desk, leaving his quivering student feeling extremely embarrassed and vulnerable.
"I-I'm sorry sir." She said quietly, eyes lowered to the ground.
"Come here." He said softly, his almost tender tone of voice betraying his intentions.
She looked up and found professor Snape staring at her with a crooked finger, beckoning her in his direction. She walked over to him and kept her eyes on the ground. She was stood directly in front of him, he patted his lap and gestured for her to sit.
"Place you're knees here, and here." He said, pointing to the outside of his thighs.
She obeyed his steely command. Moving languidly, as though under his control. She felt defenseless and weak, spread out upon his lap.
"Look at me." He said softly. She did so, her eyes were easy to read, she was afraid and unconfident.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before Miss Kytes?" He asked, voice tender and deep, almost flirtatious even.
"No I-I've never… is that a bad thing professor?" She said apprehensively, biting her bottom lip.
"Considering the circumstances, you may call me Severus." He said imploringly.
She smiled shyly and nodded. "W-would you teach me professor? Severus?" She said with eyes wide, she admired her professor so much, he was the epitome of everything a masculine guy should be. He was rugged and dangerous, yet handsome with noble and aristocratic features. And his voice was damned sexy to boot.
"Teach you to what my dear?" He asked, knowing full well what she meant, but wanting more than anything to hear her say it.
"Professor…" She whined, too embarrassed to say.
"Say It." He said in that commanding voice.
"Would-you-teach-me-how-to-kiss-professor?" She slurred all the words together quickly before blushing profusely and eyes cast down.
"What was that?" He said deliberately, the tension in the room was palpable.
"Would you.. Teach me, how to kiss, professor?" She said shakily, approximately the colour of a beetroot.
"There, it wasn't all that hard to vocalize was it?" He said, his voice back to the seductive, flirtatious tone. His hands massaging softly at her knees.
He leant in close, their lips just a hair's width apart, before pressing his own slowly and purposefully against hers. She gasped softly in response. He parted his lips slightly, urging hers to do the same. Their lips moved sensuously against one another's, before Severus's tongue sneaked out to graze slowly against her bottom lip. He felt himself harden at her small moan. She parted her lips and gave him entrance.
She felt overwhelmed by all of the amazing sensations that he was giving her, nothing was rushed, everything was slow and calculated. She was swaying almost upon his lap, he placed his hands around her hips to steady her.
As the kiss deepened further it became urgent and hungry. He kissed her devouringly, sinking his teeth into her plump bottom lip. Growling softly as she writhed against his trapped arousal.
The pair pulled apart for breath. She was panting heavily, before resting her head on his shoulder.
She whispered "that was amazing." and he chuckled upon hearing it.
"Stand." He commanded. She shakily rose from his lap, trying her best to steady herself and not stumble. She stood before him, waiting his command.
He sat forward in his chair, sitting on edge and leaning forward. He placed his fingers through the belt holes in her short's waistband. She gasped, the sound unnaturally loud amongst the quiet.
He silenced her with a look as he searched her eyes, she blushed furiously, but made no such protest again.
He pushed the button slowly and deliberately through the button hole, his slow movements were torture. He lowered the shorts until they were around her knees. He kept his eyes on her face as his hand found its way into her panties. He brushed past the silky curls and felt moisture meet his searching finger.
"N-no! Not there, please don't, I-" She made to try and hide her face with her hands, blushing furiously, her entire face seeming heated with embarrassment.
Using his free hand he lowered her arms, and stared up at her.
"I will not tolerate such protests. No more objections from you, do you hear me?" He said, voice dangerously low.
"Yes professor." She said breathlessly. Good gods he was hot, his dark glittering eyes staring up at her face, his hair mussed ever so slightly, jaw set.
He nodded and returned to his task. His finger rubbed against the sensitive little bundle of nerves, watching as her eyes slipped closed and her mouth hung open wordlessly.
He continued his slow torture, giving her pleasure that someone as untouched as she could scarcely imagine, but keeping her away from the brink of orgasm. He was saving that for later…
One hand was fisted in her t-shirt, pushing it downward, the other was at her side, quivering and balled into a tight fist. Small gasps, moans and mewls of pleasure escaped her lips unbidden, she felt so ashamed of her wanton sounds.
He observed the delicious way that the way she had her hand fisted in the t-shirt, it pulled it down and tighter against her large, round breasts.
She was trembling violently and her breath was coming in short pants and groans.