830A/N... enjoy :P
Snape's eyes rolled back into his head as he entered her. Then they snapped back to her face.
The hot pressure felt good. Better than it ever had before. He pushed farther and it stung just a little. Róisín's torso was up against the pillows behind her, so for the first time she could see where they were joined, where he disappeared inside her. He was only half way in.
He brought his hands to her thighs, lifting them up and pressing out so that she spread open in front of him, making her feel fragile and vulnerable and so turned on. His hands massaged the taut muscle there, distracting her from the burn between her legs. She let out a shaky breath, watching and feeling the way each of his fingers pressed in against the soft skin of her thigh.
"Ok?" he asked. She nodded. "Certain?" She nodded again, breathing heavily through her nose. He still didn't thrust inside her, but moved a hand up and dragged it under her t-shirt and across her stomach. Róisín, feeling brave, lifted her hand to touch his side, where his muscles ran along his ribs, but he caught her wrist and pinned it by her head. She gasped as a rush of heat washed over her. She wondered if he didn't like to be touched but then she couldn't think at all because his other hand had trailed up under her t-shirt and was touching her nipple and she was squeezing his hard length inside her so tightly it hurt.
He still didn't move inside her.
He released her wrist to bring his other hand under her t-shirt, pulling it up to expose her chest. A rough shudder ran through her as the cold air hardened her nipples. She moved to pull her t-shirt back down, but then he touched both of her nipples at the same time and her whole chest ached and between her legs tingled, the sensation competing with the hard pressure of him inside her, and her hands fell limply at her sides.
"Good?" he asked. She turned her head away but nodded against the pillows. "Tell me."
"It feels good," she mumbled.
"I didn't catch that." He sounded genuine but when she glanced at him he was smirking.
He remained still inside her. Róisín realised she was getting used to the fullness of him.
"I like it," she said louder, although still in a whisper. It was a complete understatement.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, tugging at her top. Róisín nodded and he wrapped an arm under her, lifting her forward and pulling the garment off, all while keeping his member inside her. She immediately covered her breasts with her hands, a little overwhelmed. He raised his eyebrows at her, her t-shirt in his hand. "Would you like it back?"
Róisín bit her lip. "I'm just embarrassed."
"Don't be," he replied, his voice low, taking her hands by the wrists and putting them at her sides, and as he did his eyes closed and his jaw jutted forward as if he were in pain. Róisín whimpered as she squeezed him in response. He sucked in through his teeth and finally started to move.
Each thrust sent a jolt of aching pleasure through her, echoes of her previous climax, but instead of building and cresting, the feeling rippled through her, again and again. It was so good she didn't know if she could bear it. A little sound caught at the back of her throat and Snape stilled.
"Are you o-"
"-Please don't stop," she whined, not caring how needy she sounded and for once staring directly into his dark eyes. His nostrils flared and when he moved again, he thrust harder, each impact rocking through her whole body. He looked a bit angry and so sexy that Róisín, nunable to stand the sight, stretched her head back, straining for self control. His hand ghosted over her throat and her heart jumped at the thought of him grabbing it, but instead he cupped her breast, which bounced with each of his thrusts, while his other hand gripped her narrow waist.
Róisín's face was red hot, her hair was a mess on the pillow behind her, and her back was slick with sweat against the mattress, and when Snape grunted, "fuck, Feral," her heart lurched and she felt so good.
Abruptly, he pulled out, making her wince, and moved backwards. Róisín was confused, wondering why he had stopped, but then he grabbed her thighs behind her knees, drew them upwards and pulled her so she slipped down off the pillows and lay flat on her back before repositioning himself at her entrance. "Yes?" he asked. She hastily nodded and gasped at the impact as he thrust inside. Gripping under her knees he lifted some of the weight of her lower half and when he started thrusting again he hit a place inside her that caused a sweet, soaring throb.
Time was stretching in a way she couldn't follow, and when Snape finally slowed down, Róisín let out a shaky exhale. There was still a deep, satisfying ache inside her, but her opening had started to sting, and it was becoming painful. She wasn't sure, but she thought Snape had begun to penetrate her deeper than he had any of the previous times they'd done this. The idea that he'd been holding back before made her throat feel tight.
Snape let her feet rest back on the bed, grabbed her hips and pulled her body in to meet his, rocking her against him, the movement gentler than before, but doing nothing to relieve the tight pressure and heat inside her. Róisín let out what she thought was a sigh but escaped as a low, needy moan, and Snape's jaw tightened and his nostrils flared at the sound. His dark eyes pinning hers. He took one hand and rubbed her clit, which made her squeeze him hard as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She cried out and brought her hand up to bite her fist. Snape's black eyes whipped up from where he was watching himself touch her, and he pulled her hand away from her mouth. "I want to hear," he said gruffly, but she still bit her lip to hold in her cries.
He continued touching her clit, making her tense tighter and tighter, until he felt impossibly big and hard inside her, and Róisín let out a little cry of pain and frustration. His thumb stilled, his eyes searching hers, eyebrows raised in question, still thrusting slowly. Róisín gave a small shake of her head. He stilled.
"Should I stop?"
She shook her head again. "No, I just, I can't… come around you, you're too big and hard, it's hurting," she whispered.
He exhaled, closing his eyes as if in pain, and when he opened them again some of the lust in his expression had cooled. "Just when I touch you here," he pressed her clit lightly, "or is it painful all the time?"
"Just when you do that, it feels good but it's too much."
"Ok." He exhaled through his nose. "Thank you." Róisín gave him a confused look. "For telling me," he explained and smiled. A genuine smile. He smoothed his hand down her thigh, gripped her calf and lifted it up against his chest, and the back of her leg burned a bit from the stretch. Róisín, still glowing from that one precious smile, made a mental note to stretch more often. Snape began to pump steadily inside her, his fingers pressing and stroking her labia, his thumb pushing and massaging where her inner thigh met her sex. Róisín wanted to reach her hand down and touch where his erection spread her open, to feel his hard thickness there, spearing her, but she'd never touched him before and she wasn't brave enough to do it for the first time now.
If she didn't stop him, would he keep fucking her like this for hours? Slowly melting her into a puddle of bliss? She could feel herself fluttering around him, tensing up, trying to come, but he was so hard it felt like she wasn't strong enough to squeeze tight enough around him she would snap.
She looked away from the hard plains of his chest, staring at the thick, closed curtains with unseeing eyes, wondering vaguely how he could make such an incredible feeling rock through her completely out of her control, wondering if she could bottle the sensation so she could savour it later. Did it feel the same for him? The pleasure so precious that the idea of never feeling it again was terrifying? She glanced at him and realised he was watching her face closely, his brow furrowed just a little.
Why was he taking so long to finish? Was there something wrong tonight?
Róisín brought her arm up to cover her breasts. A few thrusts later Snape took her wrist and moved her arm away, and she let out a shocked gasp as he pulled almost completely out of her so he could bend down and kiss her right on the nipple. He leaned up, a satisfied look on his face, but something in her expression made his brow crease, and his eyes flicked to his hand holding her wrist against the pillow, and he released it.
"Sorry," he murmured, dragging his hand down her torso and settling at her waist again.
"For what?" Róisín gasped between pants.
"I didn't mean to restrain you."
"No, of course… that's ok." It's sexy actually. He grit his teeth as he looked down at her hips, a few locks of dark hair hanging down over his face. "Em, sir, is there… is everything ok?"
Snape stilled and lifted his hands off her "Is everything not ok?" he asked, so gently that Róisín wanted to bottle his tone of voice, it was so rare and valuable coming from his mouth.
"Yeah, I'm ok. It's just, is there anything…?" She hesitated and bit her lip.
Snape's black eyebrows raised, a smirk playing at his lips. "Is there something you want me to do?"
Róisín blushed. "No, I mean, you're… it's taking longer than usual-" Snape's eyebrows shot up further, "-I'm not complaining, I'm just worried that I'm- there's something that isn't-" God. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat.
Snape's brow creased as he looked away from her. "Ok," he exhaled under his breath, as if trying to gather his patience. Róisín winced as he pulled out of her, placing her hand in between her legs to contain the throbbing there. She sat up, her heart pounding, terrified he was going to say he couldn't come because of her.
"Feral, I didn't finish because I thought you were enjoying it," he said plainly. "I can finish whenever I want to, I simply have to increase my pace. Look at me." Róisín's eyes whipped from where she was staring at the duvet to his. "There is nothing wrong with you. You're exceptionally attractive."
A smile stretched across her face. She tried to purse her lips to hide it but failed. Looking down at the bedclothes through watery eyes, she drew her legs up to herself.
"But the other times you finished without going that fast," she said quietly.
Snape sighed and leaned backwards. "Yes, because I was trying not to hurt you."
"But you need it fast?"
"It depends on different factors, Feral…" he rubbed his hand over his eyes again and Roisin thought she saw a touch of colour in his cheeks. "If I concentrate I can finish without going especially hard and fast, particularly when… I've made sure not to for a while."
Róisín blushed. "You didn't… for me?"
Snape exhaled. "Well, I didn't wish to prolong what was clearly an unpleasant experience for you."
"It was never."
Snape rolled his eyes and looked away. "Don't lie to me." He sounded tired.
"I'm not!" Róisín reached out and grabbed his wrist. His eyebrows raised and she dropped it.
"I know I hurt you," he said.
"I still wanted it."
He didn't reply. Róisín's cheeks burned. "So there's nothing wrong this time," she mumbled.
"No, there's nothing wrong." There was incredulity in his voice, like she was crazy to think there could be anything wrong.
She smiled into the bedclothes, biting her lip. "You just came recently." She peeked up at him. He rolled his eyes at her.
"Yes," he drawled, a smirk playing at his lips, clearly amused by her audacity.
When? she wanted to ask so badly. Instead she just looked away and worried at her lip. "Could we do it again?" she asked the duvet.
"You're not too sore?" His voice was serious, gentle. She shook her head.
He climbed on top of her, and Róisín mortified herself by moaning out loud, just at the feeling of his weight brushing against her. She felt so needy she thought she would cry from shame. Snape stroked her forehead, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and said softly, "You're ok." His finger drew down the side of her neck and he asked in a deep, serious voice, "May I kiss you here?"
Róisín whined and nodded, and then the wet heat of his open mouth was there, kissing and sucking, and an electric spark raced towards her stomach, making her squirm. He didn't let up, one hand moving up to her hair to hold her head gently but firmly in place while the other pressed on her shoulder, leaving her neck exposed, and as he licked up her neck she writhed and buckled away from him, and whined, "please", not knowing what she was begging for. He drew away and asked "Ok?" She nodded again. She felt nervous and vulnerable, thinking that he could do anything he wanted to her and all she could do in response was beg.
"You don't want to stop?"
She shook her head energetically, but when he positioned himself at her entrance, she tensed up, his hot erection against her reminding her how tender she was from all his previous attention, and she couldn't help but anticipate the pain, and the more anxious she felt the more she knew it'd hurt, and the more she knew it'd hurt the more anxious she felt…
"Feral," Snape said, distracting her from her thoughts. He leaned down over her, pressing against her entrance but not pushing in, "Wrap your arms around me." Róisín hesitated, confused. "Like a hug," he explained. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his chest. He was on his elbows, keeping his weight off her. He was so much broader than her that her hands barely met at his back. "Squeeze me tightly, as tight as you can."
Róisín hugged him, his hard torso not giving in to the pressure at all.
He chuckled. "Come on Feral, harder than that."
Róisín was confused and also a little annoyed at his mocking tone because her arms were already tired, and it wasn't her fault that his body was unyielding and very un-squeezable. This time she pushed down on him with her hands, hard, at the same time pressing in with her upper arms, but instead of displacing him towards her, she just lifted herself up, and hung off him. She grunted at the exertion, actually trying to hurt him a little so he regretted laughing at her first attempt.
"That's it, ok, relax."
Immediately Róisín dropped her arms off him, her whole body going limp as she fell back onto the mattress and at that exact moment Snape slipped inside her.
She let out a little "oh." It wasn't even a small bit painful.
He started moving and whispered, "Good girl."
She moaned, the sound dragging out of her as his words echoed through her head.
He kissed her neck again, and the frisson that ran through her made her thrust up and wiggle her hips, but her wriggling didn't phase him, and he maintained his rhythm, rocking into her again and again. His thumb played with her nipple, sending sparks down to her core. Róisín reached down and touched where he entered her, her fingertips brushing against his hard erection. He stilled and asked, "Ok?"
She nodded vigorously and drew her hand away. He started pounding into her again, his thumb still worrying her nipple.
Then he slowed down and asked, "Is it ok if I come inside you?"
Róisín swallowed, trying to school her voice so she sounded somewhat in control, "Em… I don't know, you gave me the potion."
"Not because of that, the potion is still working. Do you want me to?"
"But, I thought you had to?"
He slowed to a stop. "I'm not convinced it's necessary, so if you're not comfortable with it, I won't."
"So you wouldn't come at all?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
I want you to want to.
"Or I could come elsewhere."
Róisín felt her cheeks go bright red as she looked away. Snape let an amused huff escape him, "I meant on the sheets, Feral," Then he raised an eyebrow at her. "Unless you have a particular request?"
"No, I mean, you can. You can… inside me, if you want. I don't mind."
Snape started rocking above her again. "You don't mind? Tell me what you want."
"I want you to," she whispered, and gasped as he sped up, the pleasure rolling over her.
"Come for me first."
For me
Desire flared up inside her.
"Ok?" he asked.
"I don't-" she gasped again, "I don't know if I can-"
"You can,"
"There's so-" she was panting, "-so much pressure."
"I know, but you can," his voice was kind but unrelenting.
He rubbed her clit before taking her wrist and replacing his hand at her centre with her own. Then he started touching her nipples again, both at the same time, which was cheating, because it made her want to give him anything he wanted. Róisín pressed her cheek against the mattress beneath her, and closed her eyes, too shy to look at him, but gave in and started rubbing herself.
Snape growled. A low, rumbling sound that Róisín felt through her whole body. She bit her lip hard. So hard that when she released it, it throbbed, but the pain was a drop compared to the ocean of heat between her legs, and the crash of pleasure each time Snape thrusted inside her. She was tensing up, squeezing him so hard she wondered how he could keep moving inside her.
She touched herself faster, thinking of the feeling of his fingers on her nipples, his mouth on her neck, how he effortlessly made her feel more than she'd ever felt before-
"Good girl, squeeze me," he said in a low, rough growl. Róisín's stomach swooped and she stopped touching herself to reach for him, wanting to give him anything he wanted. He chuckled. "Freal, I meant my cock."
Her eyes widened and her core tightened.
"Yeah, just like that."
She gasped, a little intimidated by the masculine lust in his voice, but she continued touching herself, tensing tighter and tighter around him. She was just about to climax thinking of his voice, when she hesitated, nervous it would hurt with him so big and hard pumping inside her. He stilled above her, deep inside her. "Go on," he encouraged, his dark eyes eating her up. She rubbed herself, her inner muscles squeezing unbelievably hard. "Give it to me," he ordered and she came, her muscles snapping and clamping down on him again and again. The feeling was completely new with him inside her, her muscles fighting against his unyielding hardness. Then, when she was still pulsing around him, he started thrusting again and she thought she'd felt heaven earlier, but this was everything. She was crying out and there was nothing she could do to stop herself, and a small part of the back of her brain thought it must sound like he was torturing her. It felt like he was taking her orgasm and smothering her from the inside out with it and Róisín knew she'd spend the rest of her life desperate to feel this again and again, and she bit her lip hard so her incoherent moans wouldn't turn into her begging him not to stop.
Finally, the pleasure started to abate and it was only rocking through her gently when Snape eventually came. His cock throbbed inside her as a groan so low Róisín barely heard it escaped his throat.
She couldn't help but gasp as he pulled out. Between her legs felt wet and sore and satisfied. He lay on his back beside her and Róisín winced as she moved her legs. They felt very stiff from being spread and she was surprised she hadn't noticed it when they'd been having sex.
Róisín stretched from head to toe, pressing her body into the mattress, as every fiber in her twinged in protest. Then she dragged the duvet up her body. Inside her ached, the feeling a ghost of Snape's hardness inside her, a feeling she never wanted to go away. An intense sleepiness wrapped around her. What would he think if she fell asleep right now?
"Thank you," she mumbled.
She could feel his come dripping out of her. It was kind of icky and delicious at the same time.
Snape gave a light snort. "You're welcome," he drawled.
For a moment Róisín thought he might stay there a little while, and there was something thrilling about falling asleep in his presence. Was there any chance he'd put his arm around her while she dozed off?
Then he sat up and got off the bed. He began re-dressing, and Róisín admired his musculature from the corner of her drooping eyes when he wasn't looking.
She felt warm, dazed and braver than she ever had before in his presence. He was just a man, and right now, she was pretty sure he wouldn't do or say anything to hurt her.
"Are you sore?" he asked when he had finished dressing.
Róisín shrugged. "Just a little." For some reason she couldn't help grinning. God he had said good girl to her. She blushed, suddenly more awake, and sat up against the headboard, pulling the duvet up to her neck.
He looked at her across the room with dark appraising eyes. "Do you want a potion?"
She shook her head. He flicked his fingers at her and she jumped in surprise as her pyjamas materialised on her. He smirked at her reaction and said, "It's going to be a cold night."
"Oh, thanks."
He glanced at the clock on her desk and added, "Merry Christmas, Feral."
"Oh, Merry Christmas, professor."
With a soft crack! he was gone.
A/N
Is 4000 words of smut too much? Can there be too much? Anyway let me know.
I'm sorry to the people who want her to be more assertive and for their sex to be completely smooth sailing, but... little steps... and won't it be all the more satisfying when it finally is? :P
I'm sure there are typos because I'm so tired so my apologies for that ...
Please do let me know if there are any sentences which are hard to follow/don't make sense/spelling issues because I'd love to fix them! (Basically a community beta I'm sorry I love you guys)
I'll update my bio on when you can expect chapter 43, but its going to be a little while, I'm sorry!