He kept his gaze locked onto her face as he ever so slowly entered her with a single finger. If she had never even kissed, she was almost certainly a virgin, and he didn't know how much she had done with herself, and didn't want the intrusion to cause her any involuntary pain.

He watched avidly as her mouth hung open, incoherent wordless moans falling from her lips. He groaned at how tight she was around his finger, he could just imagine being insider her… he wouldn't tonight, and after all, he didn't want to push her too far.

She was in heaven, which was the only explanation that her lust addled brain could come up with. She had died, and was now in heaven. She reached a hand out and her nails dug into the rough fabric of his robes, clutching onto his shoulder. Her head fell forward as she panted, jaw clenched. She didn't know how much longer she could last, the feelings that he was giving her…

He could sense her release building, and all but stopped moving his finger, reducing the movement to an impossibly slow pace.

She cried out in annoyance and indignation. Why had he stopped moving Damn it!
Her eyes snapped open and hazily focused on his dark ones. She whimpered in pleading, unable to grasp the words that were floating around in her brain, just out of her reach.

"You will climax, when I want you to. Only when I choose to give it to you, can you take it. Understand?" He said voice low and ever so slightly husky.

"Ngh… fessah…" she mumbled, eyes closed and head tilted back.

"What was that?" He asked, sounding deceptively patient. When she did not answer he pressed his finger against that secret spot inside of her that made her scream out. "What was that?" voice dangerously low. He watched with hooded, lustful eyes as her back arched, her head tossed back as she keened.

"YES PROFESSOR!" She cried, panting then continuing in a whisper. "Only then professor…"

He considered just leaving her, pulling up her shorts and telling her to return to her dorm, ordering her not to touch herself. Keep an eye on her, make sure that she didn't… but he looked up into her sparkling grey eyes and saw something he never expected to… attraction and acceptance.

She rocked her hips slightly atop his finger, whimpering and hoping that he would get her meaning, the words that she had just spoken was the limit of her vocabulary.

He took in her sexy wide eyes, and plum bottom lip held between her teeth, biting down hard. He slowly added another finger, biting his own lip to keep from moaning at her tightness… it was possibly the sexiest thing that she had ever seen.

She gave a breathless moan, mouth falling open, eyes slipping closed. The intrusion causing her to wince slightly. That was until he slowly moved his fingers within her; she moaned loudly, too busy being assailed by the new sensations to be embarrassed about her wanton sounds of pleasure.

Severus shifted in the chair, clenching his thigh muscles. If she kept making those noises… he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. Hoping that she wouldn't notice, he pressed the heel of his palm against his trapped arousal, trying to find some relief. The things that she did to him…

With opened eyes she couldn't help but notice where his hand was, and oh gods that turned her on even more. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it, knowing that she'd likely never be this close to her professor again. The thought almost dampened to experience, but she refused to dwell on that, and enjoy his extremely talented ministrations.

She was close, so close. Professor Snape kept his eyes on her face, as her head was tossed back in abandon, short hair somehow remaining perfect though mussed and tousled, her jaw clenched, teeth bared slightly, all with the effort of holding back.

Every muscle in her body was tensed, like a bow string, holding back her impending orgasm. "Not until he says so, not until he says so." Repeating in her mind, like a mantra. It was only when professor Snape smirked up at her, did she realize that the words had been out loud, and not within her own mind.

Severus was unbelievably aroused; he could see every muscle in her body tensed to the point where he was sure she couldn't hold it for much longer, shuddering and trembling with the sheer effort. She was waiting for his command, she was actually waiting, and she was being such a good girl… he mused.

He leaned forward to bite at the small amount of flesh exposed at her abdomen, where the t shirt didn't quite reach, leaving an angry red welt, before soothing it with his tongue. She groaned and felt her knees quiver, and threaten to give way beneath her. The hold on his shoulder got tighter.

"P-please…" She managed weakly, the 'ee' carried onwards into a luxurious moan. She was breathing so shallowly that she thought she may pass out, she needed release. Now!

He licked at her abdomen once more, before speaking huskily, lips against her soft flushed skin.

"Come for me, come for me pet, such a good girl." His voice was deep, strong and it was all that she needed to tip her over the edge. One hand still at her dark professor's shoulder, the other balled tightly into a fist at her neck, as her back arched almost impossibly, shoulders and collar bones forced outwards sexily. She keened loudly, not even knowing where such sounds were coming from, but the ecstasy too great for her to worry about being too loud.

He stared, ingraining every aspect of her orgasm into his memory. The way her hair fell, a few strands sticking to her forehead with the light sheen of sweat, her pants coming almost rhythmically, the way her chest rose and fell with each gasp for air, the arch of her back, her flat stomach. He felt as though he could literally come without her even touching him.

Her eyes slipped closed and she began to regulate her breathing. She opened her eyes and they took a while to focus. Her vision swam in front her, her professor was a big black blur at the moment and she swayed upon her feet.

Professor Snape took pity on the poor girl, and pulled her into his lap. Sideways this time, her legs across his, her face cradled into his shoulder. She snuggled in eagerly, enjoying the simplicity of the closeness almost as much the orgasm he had given her. His scent pervading her senses, musky and masculine, with a hint of sandalwood or something equally earthy. It was perfect.

His heart sped up; he could never have dreamt that he'd sit with someone, in such earnest closeness. No need for anything else, because that's enough. He heard her curious inhale, and was taken aback slightly by the intimateness of her wanting to smell him!

Becca couldn't help but notice her professor's unabated arousal, pulsing beneath her. He had just given her the first orgasm she'd had that wasn't by her own hand, and she'd done nothing for him.

"P-professor?" She asked her eyes rose shyly up to look at him.

"Yes?" He responded with mild concern, gods, what was she going to say?

"C-can I… you know… touch you too?" She finished softly, kissing the underside of his chin. He moaned softly at her words. He hadn't planned on it going this far, and was prepared to tell her no, until his cock throbbed violently in protest.

Seeing his internal disagreement, she returned to straddling his lap, and placed open mouthed kissing along his jaw-line and neck, tongue flickering out to tease the spot behind his ear. Before whispering huskily into it, "Please…"

That was his undoing, without words, he nodded unperceivably and reached for hand. Placing it atop his erection, through his clothes, and squeezed her hand with his own, hips bucking forward at the contact.

She carried on squeezing the hot flesh experimentally once his hand had left hers, it was so large… she thought with awe, so very hot and full. He moaned and his hips jutted forward, tensed, as his head fell back against the desk chair.

Becca took advantage of the moment and continued to kiss his neck whilst stroking his arousal through the fabric, teasing the head. She didn't dare touch the belt without permission, so carried on her experimentation. He growled almost when she did that, and guessed that he liked it very much, so squeezed the head again. His hips thrust involuntarily into her hand.

He sat up, back straight off the chair, in order to kiss her. Thoroughly ravishing and possessing her mouth, she moaned into his mouth. They broke the kiss to catch their breath. Severus's head rested against the crook of her neck, his breathing harsh and shallow.

His thigh muscles clenching, to try and prolong the experience, the impending orgasm coiling in tension, pressure building in his lower stomach.

He spoke the words against her chin. "I won't last long pet; you've kept me aroused for far too long, just a little harder kitten…" He nipped at her chin, and only just realized that she was rubbing her core against his thigh, using the friction to bring herself pleasure.

"Professor, gods you look so sexy…" she moaned softly, she had no idea when her hips had decided to start their grinding motion against her professor's thigh, but was bloody glad and they did.

His words had been so sexy, and she was stroking at him with new fervour. Pre-come eased the gliding friction of the fabric by much, she was mercilessly teasing the tip again, while her other hand was rubbing his thigh.

The hand that was touching her thigh wandered down to rub at her clit, only then realising that she hadn't pulled her shorts and panties back up, her hips grinding back and forth.

The sight alone nearly made him come, he knew that she'd be a minx… so quiet and formal, so untouched, yet he'd sensed she be a total goddess.

"I-I can't last much longer professor… c-can I come please?" She whispered huskily into his ear, her breasts pressing into his chest, punctuating her question with a sharp tug on his erection.

"Come for me kitten, go on, let me see you, I'm so close…" His silky baritone voice was all she needed to tip herself over the edge, fingers kneading the little bundle of nerves, she came hard. Moaning loudly into the open room.

The sight left him breathless, that's twice she'd had an orgasm as a result of him, twice she'd asked for permission, she was his. The thought sent him over the edge, a howling groan was torn from his throat, and the raw sound filled the room as he came violently. His trousers now pleasantly warm and sticky inside, as stream after stream of his come seeped into the fabric. The tremors rocked their bodies, each still shaking. He took her mouth in another of those painfully demanding and possessive kisses.