Loving Lily: A Snily Story

Chapter 39 - Winter

Moments of indulgence were rare for Severus, but his self-denial could not endure against the sight of Lily bending over and begging him.

He glided towards his flower in quick, powerful strides until his hands cupped her bare bottom to rub and squeeze.

Lily let out a breathy sigh as Severus's skillful fingers began to roam over her, across her thighs, and into the nest of curls that covered her womanhood as he moved her soft, red hair aside to kiss at her neck.

His hand only came off of her long enough for him to whip his wand out and hiss impatiently, "Silencio!"

Downstairs, Ellery and Harriet chatted with one another, ignorant about the intimacy their parents enjoyed upstairs.

Lily had invited Severus to devour her and he had been quick to accept her invitation.

As they scrambled to enjoy one another without arriving late at the Malfoys', Severus and Lily exchanged heated kisses as soon as he spun her towards him.

His mouth was everywhere he could reach on her porcelain skin; her neck, her chest, and her breasts.

A throaty cry left Lily as Severus pushed her against a wall and latched onto one of her pink nipples.

Her hands gripped his chest as she lifted her legs with his help to lock her thighs around his waist.

"Take me, Sev....." Lily whispered breathlessly as she clutched onto his strong shoulders.

Arousal coursed through her as she felt the slender muscles of her husband's strong arms flex while Severus growled, "You're mine, Lily."

"I'm yours....." Lily whispered as she watched him lift a hand from her to unfasten his trousers.

The sound she made as she watched him ease himself into her waiting center made Severus's manhood twitch in response.

"SEVERUS!" Lily gasped.

He grit his teeth as he became pleasantly squeezed by the white hot bliss his wife had become.

Desperate to taste his darling, Severus caught Lily's lips in a needy, wet kiss as he moved his hips against hers.

Lily whimpered his name as she braced her back against the wall and let Severus race them both towards an incomprehensible peak.

As the tension built, their grips tightened on each other until finally, finally..........

"Oh, Lily!......." Severus gasped in a husky whisper of pure devotion as he felt himself spill inside her.

Mrs. Snape's cry was loud and long.

"SEV!.........OOOHHH, S-SEV!"

Severus couldn't help but smirk in arrogant triumph as he cruelly pressed his finger to the crest of her womanhood as soon as he felt her walls flutter around him while her toes curled against his back.

He groaned as he slipped from his darling while he kissed her once more and set her down gently on her feet.

"......Mum?!" Harriet called from downstairs, ".....Dad?! What's taking you two so long?! We'll be late! I know Dad hates being late!"

Lily and Severus panted for breath as they gazed at each other while he pulled her into his arms.

Using a bit of nonverbal magic, Severus ended his silencing charm with an annoyed grimace.

He shouted his reply to Harriet with an unusual gruffness in his velvet voice, "Your mother and I will be down in a moment, make certain you and your brother are prepared to leave!"

Muffled sounds of shuffling and whispers came from downstairs as Severus stole one last, lingering kiss from Lily's lips before he pulled away with a frown as he drawled, "......And that, my love, is why I despise rushing our intimacy."

"We can cuddle after we get home tonight, Sev." Lily giggled as she let a fingertip brush over his chest. Severus's dark gaze glimmered with longing admiration as Lily traced over his lips and grinned, "Sorry, love......but when you give me glances like that, I can't possibly resist you."

A short while later, as the Snape family traveled to Malfoy manor, Severus lamented the fact that he had to spend the evening with his face somewhere else besides buried in between Lily's breasts.

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Lucius and Narcissa had ordered their house elves to clean and decorate every available centimeter of the manor for the evening's event.

Voldemort, along with most of the top-ranked Death Eaters had arrived as guests.

The Malfoys sat in their fine, dark clothing while they chatted with their friends and lavished Voldemort with praises.

Lily remained quiet as much as she could, her thoughts safely hidden from the Dark Lord by her husband's great skill at Occlumency.

The cadence of Severus's low voice could be heard underneath the shrill noises of chatter and laughter that circled the Malfoy dining table that evening.

Despite the adults' pleasant conversations, the children engaged in their own, separate world.

Ellery sat next to his sister and quietly ate his dinner with his dark eyes focused on the table.

He always followed his mother's indirections very carefully and since the time he could first speak, Lily had taught him to say as little as possible to any of her or his father's.....friends.

Harriet, however, did not stare at the table.

Behind her glasses, she narrowed her green eyes as she scowled at Draco, who regarded her with an arrogant sneer.

Draco couldn't help but notice how soft and shiny Harriet's hair looked that evening, as she sat there in her black dress.

The very notion that Harriet Snape could be anything besides appallingly hideous in every way infuriated Draco.

"What's wrong with him?!" He spat as he sneered at Ellery before he glanced at Harriet, "Your brother's weird, Snape! He won't even look at me! What a nutter!"

"My brother is perfectly fine, Malfoy, you're the weird one!" Harriet snapped. She frowned as her emerald gaze moved up to his slicked-back blonde locks before she retorted, "You look like an ice cream cone, who wears their hair like that?"

Draco grimaced as his sneer twisted into a scowl.

His mind raced in a dire attempt to quickly come up with a cutting insult he could hurl at Harriet.

Degrade her, humiliate her, he had to do something to demonstrate just how much he really did despise her.

Besides, Draco knew he had to get rid of those pesky images that played through his mind.

He purposely did not look at their parents as he stared Harriet down.

Although Draco could not perform Legilimency or Occlumency yet, he knew about those skills.

Like most boys of his age would, Draco scoffed at his arranged match.

He didn't want anyone at the table to know that underneath his jealous, pompous exterior, a part of him really fancied Harriet.

While he and Harriet verbally sparred, he felt Severus's cold, dark eyes drift over him.

Draco shuddered to think about what his strict Potions Professor would do to him if he discovered the fantasies he entertained about kissing Harriet.