The Thorne/Snape Saga

Midlife Romance

"You're home for lunch?" Leticia asked him as she finished up putting her biscuits and sandwich on the plate

He didn't usually come home for lunch, that was the time he spent preparing his ingredients for the afternoons brews.

"I was thinking about you...Thinking about that bustier that you wore to bed last night....And how quickly it came off. It would be a pity for it to not have its fair time in the spotlight" Severus teased, gently biting the top of her spine, squeezing her hips against him

Her insides instantly turned wobbly. They had been experimenting in their marriage the last few years of different ways to keep the bedroom interesting. There were times that the sex was intimate and kind, full of sweet words and connection. And there were other times where it was solely carnal and filled with lust. Sometimes angry and passionate. She hadn't been aware that was an option, having believed the lies that women as they aged became decrepit and hollow shells. But they were only fifty five and there was still plenty of desire and life left in their souls.

"Alright, my dear master, follow me" she turned around, lowering her voice so she could whisper in his ear, casually grazing his hardened length

"Master?" he arched an eyebrow, ego engaged and smirk in place

"Yes, didn't you know? My master knows how to treat my body well" she roughly leaned up, kissing him forcefully, twisting the base of his hair around her fingers

He growled appreciatively, sliding his tongue against hers, body hot and giving off so much energy it made her feel a little woozy. She led him into the bedroom, locking the door and placing silencing charms around the room. Orla would be in school for several more hours, but they didn't need any accidental trauma.

"Close your eyes. Don't get off the bed until I say so" she instructed him, already unbuttoning her dress.

"And what if I say no?" he shot back, stubborn asshole that he was

"Then you'll have to face my consequences" she leaned over him, slowly kissing his lips, moaning into his mouth as he cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingertips

"Your consequences are my pleasure" he swatted her behind playfully as she shut herself into their walk in closet to zip up the lingerie top again, finding a more suitable pair of panties as well.

Gods, she loved their back and forth. The verbal foreplay. The witty remarks and comebacks that made her want to throw him against the wall and taste every inch of his body. The desire was turned up to a ten, and she was reveling in it.

"How about this?" she swayed her hips, enjoying the way he stared at her as if she was a meal, and he was starving

"Perfect" he murmured, kissing her lips, standing up and gently placing her hands on their mahogany dresser, bending her over as he ran his hand over her backside

She smiled, watching in the mirror as rolling up his sleeves slowly and purposefully. He squeezed her bottom, hard then soft, rhythmic and soothing before giving a sharp tap with his palm. She groaned, the sensation burning down through her legs, being sure not to lock her knees. He kept up their routine, using more force each time with his palm. She watched him as he leaned down and kissed her bottom, biting down and just as quickly blowing on the same spot with cool air.

"Pull my hair" she commanded, spreading her legs for him to step into them, his clothed erection pushing against her.

"You like it when I'm a little rough with you, my silver haired vixen?" he reached up to the top of her braid, tugging close to the base of her neck, slipping his finger into her, she could feel herself dripping onto him as she called out his name