A/N: MORE lemons - again, please do not read if it's not your bag…but there is an important plot bunny hiding in the steam…
"Well, those are finally done."
Severus Snape stretched and eased himself out from behind his desk. "Wife, would you like to go up to the Great Hall for dinner tonight, or have the house elves bring us our meal here?" he asked as he wandered from his office into their rooms.
For their wedding present, Minerva had planned to expand and redesign Severus Snape's quarters for the two of them, but Hogwarts had other plans. They were the first openly married teachers to reside at Hogwarts in more than three centuries, and the castle seemed eager to make them comfortable. When they returned from their honeymoon - three weeks spent on a tiny wizarding island near Fiji - they discovered they each had their own offices, for work and receiving students, had a sitting room with a dining area, an expanded library, a large bathroom and a bedroom, all of which had been amended to reflect both their tastes and to give them space. The rooms were magically connected to their classroom offices via new doors, and the bedroom now had aspects of a Room of Requirement. The couple had been extremely pleased, and amazed.
When he walked into their private quarters, his eyes landed on a beautifully laid out repast being finished by his radiant, scantily clad wife.
"I think you'd prefer to eat in, don't you?" she said with a slightly mischievous grin.
"Where did you find the time to do all this?" he said in wonder, as men have done since the dawn of time.
"Oh, I made time," she said. She was dressed in a flattering deep green set of semi-opaque robes with gold embroidery, and her hair had been tamed to fall softly down her back.
He swept her into his arms and kissed her soundly.
"You look delectable, the food smells wonderful, and I'm just having a terrible time making my decision."
"What decision?" she asked, puzzled.
"Which of you I'm going to consume first," he said with a low growl and a nip at her neck.
When they were done with their meal, which they had partially fed to each other, she had taken him into their bedroom for desert. She dropped her robes to reveal an emerald negligee, tall gold stiletto heels… and nothing else. He made fast work of his myriad buttons, raised the gauzy material to her hips, and spread her leg in a vertical split so he could taste her.
Her moans and cries could be heard through every room in their quarters, but they'd placed permanent silencing spells on their rooms so as not to scare the students or faculty. After she had come in his mouth for the third time, he laid her back on the bed, and rammed his rod home. He knew he would not last long tonight - his wife's tight sheath was stroking him nearly beyond his pleasure threshold - so he stroked deep into her, leaned over her, and kissed her deeply while resting.
"I have one more surprise for you tonight," she said between shudders of pleasure. "Flip me over."
He lifted her still-impaled body, and threw himself on his back. When she landed, he felt like he had entered her womb he was so deep. Her cry of ecstasy, and the clenching of her inner muscles almost sent him over the edge.
"Ride me hard, wife. I want to see your face when you scream my name."
He gripped her hips, and helped her move, grind, and pound herself onto him over and over, deeper and harder than she ever had. Her bouncing breasts were left to themselves as they worked each other until sweat poured down their bodies. The juncture of their joining was slick with their personal lubricants, and Severus knew he was nearing the end of his endurance.
"Make me come," Hermione managed to pant out, her hair plastered to her body, her skin flushed with exertion and impending orgasm. Her nails raked her breasts as he slammed into her spasming depths as far as possible, a growling roar ripped from his lungs as his release tore from his body and flew into hers. Her shriek fairly deafened him, and she cried his name as wave after wave of cum flowed into her. He massaged her nub lightly as she continued to milk his cock of every bit of fluid, his other hand kneading one of her self-tortured breasts.
"Oh, Severus," she moaned as one last pulse of her cum washed onto him. "My Husband. You are beyond amazing. I love you." She laid down, kissing him, loathe to let him slide out of her yet.
"Are you ready for that surprise now?" she asked when she caught her breath.
"I cannot wait any longer for it," he said as he slowly began to move his still-turgid member in her.
"Mister Snape… you're going to be a father."
He stopped, still buried to the hilt inside his wife, and gaped.
"A baby? We're having a baby?" The look of wonder - and shock - on his face was something she knew she'd never forget.
"You're pleased?" She asked nervously.
"Woman, I am going to make you come so hard tonight you won't be able to remember your name. You have made me the happiest man in existence. I'm going to be a father!" he exclaimed as he took Hermione back to the heights of physical pleasure, to pair with the emotional pleasure of knowing that they were going to have a family.