Snape's Desire

Never in Snape's wildest dreams had he ever believed that he would end up in bed with the only person alive who'd ever had a claim on his heart; Lily Evans.

In some of his darker fantasies, the ones which had taken place behind closed, magically re-enforced and sound proofed curtains, sure. He and "Lily" had had lots of fun there, but the Lily who was in his arms now meant much more than that one. She was real, for one thing, and she was much less scantily clothed. Of course, Snape didn't plan on letting that last too long.

He rolled over on the bed so that he was on top, then leaned in so that his lips grazed Lily's pink ear as he whispered, "God, I love you, Lils"

She giggled, "I love you too. That's why you're in my bed you dolt."

"Do you really love me?"

Here Lily looked confused, "Of course I do, -"

But Snape cut her off, tracing hot wet kisses down her neck, "Good, then say it again."

The redhead closed her eyes in bliss as his kisses veered towards the neckline of he shirt, "I love you..." she breathed softly.

Snape's own eyes closed momentarily, basking in the wonderful feeling her words gave him; he'd been waiting to hear them since he was ten years old, and recently, he'd started to believe that he never would.

Just then, he felt Lily begin to unbutton his shirt, and as she did, she made a small movement beneath him to give her hands better access to his buttons. It wasn't until she moved and her leg rubbed against his manhood that Snape realized how truly turned on he was. Purely on instinct, he began to grind his hips on hers, and when she realized what he wanted, she spread her legs wider for easy access.

The delicious friction made Snape moan carnally and force himself against her even harder, desperate for more. At the same time, he furiously began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her plain white bra and beautiful breasts. He just looked at her, in awe for a moment, and then he saw her shake with a giggle. Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, she pulled his face down to them, and he covered them with furious kisses. He nipped and licked, slipping his tongue beneath the white cotton of her bra and making her sigh... But it wasn't enough.

Hands practically shaking, he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. But he couldn't get the damned thing to open...

After what seemed like an eternity of struggling with the tiny clasp, it was finally off and flung aside. Snape could see from how taut her breasts were that Lily was as turned on as he was, so he leaned down and began kissing her softly. He let his tongue circle around and around her, teasing her with his warm breath but never venturing where she wanted him to go.

She moaned loudly, and thrust her hips into his to egg him on, but it wasn't until she begged and pleaded for it that Snape took the entire hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, swirling his hot tongue and allowing his teeth to gently graze where Lily was the most tender. And he was not disappointed; she let out a desperate groan and began writhing beneath him, driving him completely mad. He switched to her other breast eagerly, tweaking the one he'd abandoned with his hand, and then he almost froze as he felt her hand start to slide down from his hair to his chest, then to his stomach and even further down.

Snape shivered uncontrollably as he realized what her intentions were, and teased her nipples harder as her finger approached the base of his core. Keeping his mouth locked around her, he looked up to meet her emerald eyes. And she winked.

The next thing Snape knew, he was slamming his eyes shut and moaning her name into her breast with a need he had never felt before; she was running her finger slowly up and down his cock through his pants. Then she'd rest a moment to coddle his tip, and slide her finger back up again...