Sweet Surrender
"…Yessssssss," is ground out through gritted teeth. You stare into her eyes. They are big and brown, glazed over as you pump into her with a speed you never thought possible. She meets you, thrust for thrust as you pound into her hot, tight body. Her eyes reflect a primal, animalistic lust that could only be described as pure, molten desire; a hunger that seared your soul, branding you. You are hers. You know it. You are putty in her hands, a lump of malleable, sex-driven putty.
"Ron!" she bellows. Her hands are everywhere at once. On your ass, urging you on, kneading it, stoking your fire faster and faster. You speed up to an alarming rate. She screams with pure pleasure. Your eyes are locked. She gauges her nails into your back, leaving little trails of blood red lines down your back.
You grunt as you feel your peak building. It's building quickly, more quickly then what you intended. She looks close too. Her eyes were lulling back into her skull, and you could feel the telltale curl of her toes. She needs a bit more, you realize. So, as your mouth leans forward to take hers in a brutal kiss, you reach between your frantic moving bodies to rub your deft fingers over her hypersensitive bud. Only a few moments; that's all it takes. She screams a scream you've never heard her scream before. She clenches around you, and the friction is deliciously hot. You thrust like mad, and she screams your name over and over again. This pushes you over the edge; hearing the woman you are madly in love with scream your name in only a way that is meant for you. A few more thrusts and you spill your seed into her. You climax hard. The light around you seems to implode, and you feel wave after wave of raw pleasure wash over you with such a force that you never achieved before.
You must black out for a few minutes because when you finally come to, you are flat on your back with her sitting on your stomach. You can feel her moist heat on you, and you are overcome with a new wave of lust. She is smiling at you. The way her eyes sparkle make you reach up and tangle your strong hand into her disheveled bushy brown hair. You bring her face in close proximity to yours. Your lips are so close to hers. You can feel her rushed breath coming in short pants as you slide your other hand to the junction between her legs. You touch her lightly, and her breath hitches. You smirk, and casually say: "Like this love?" She moans loudly and closes the gap between your lips and claims yours as hers. In sweet surrender, you return her kiss. She probes your mouth with her tongue. You oblige your goddess. She takes your hands and lifts them roughly above your head. She breaks the kiss and stares into your blue eyes. The intensity is so palpable. You can see everything in her eyes, but the most prominent emotion is the undying and love she has for you. You don't know how you or why this woman chose you to love, but you thank God that she was given to you.
"I love you, Ron," she says simply. Then she sinks down onto you and rides you hard and fast, the way you like it. The act of her controlling you is near maddening, and you just lay back and enjoy the ride and immense pleasure she is providing you. Soon, you are both screaming as you both climax together.
"I love you too, Hermione," you say softly as she collapses onto your chest. Soon you both drift off to sleep, and the only thing that worries you these days are simple, mundane things. You have fallen into a normal, Voldemort-free life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N:
This is just a warm up fic. It's my first to put here on the site, and any thoughts are welcome. Reviews would be much appreciated, and I would love to know what the readers think, because after all, that's what I am writing for. Thanks!