Brilliant
Author's Note: Originally published on May 13, 2017
The sweltering room was no match for the heated embrace taking place on the magically-expanded bed at the top of The Burrow.
A bead of sweat ran down Hermione's brow, her breathing erratic as Ron traced his lips along her collarbone. She relished the feeling of his weight as he lay between her legs, their knickers the only thing separating them.
Her hands ran across his pale, freckled back, desperately trying to pull him closer.
Moaning as he sucked on her neck, his hardness was evident as he purposefully pressed against her aching core.
He kissed his way up her cheek and their mouths connected, tongues wrestling in a frenzy. They couldn't seem to get enough.
Breaking apart, his hands cupped her face lovingly as he looked down, his grin unmistakable. His lips found hers as he rotated his hips, causing them both to groan.
Though their physical relationship was only months old, they'd discovered they were in tune with each other's needs on a level they hadn't expected. It had been all uphill since that first kiss.
They certainly weren't shy about expressing it either, which was why Hermione knew Ron wanted nothing more than to fuck her into the mattress. On any other occasion, she would have eagerly welcomed it until she fell apart, screaming his name as he filled her, again and again.
Today, however, she had an idea.
Ron hungrily left a trail of wet kisses between her bare tits, before turning his attention to a pink nipple. Closing her eyes, she almost relented and begged for him to take her, but she managed to stave off her rising arousal, if only for a second.
"Ron," she panted. "I want to try something I've read about."
He looked up from her breast, and noticed she was biting her lower lip. Every time she'd wanted to experiment thus far, it had been mutually beneficial. Taking it as a good sign, he followed her lead as she motioned for him to lay on his back next to her.
She awkwardly pulled off her damp knickers and tossed them aside, before standing up on the mattress.
"What are you—"
The words died in his throat as she stepped over his body and crouched down on her knees, her wet center hovering inches from his face.
"Bloody brilliant," Ron whispered, before kissing the inside of her thigh.
"It's called the sixty-nine position... ohhhhhh!"
Ron had managed to pull her down, directly onto his insatiable mouth. She moaned as his tongue traced random patterns through her folds.
She could see his thick, hard dick outlined against his underwear, and she quickly freed it, running her own tongue around the mushroom head, before swiftly taking him in her mouth.
Ron hummed his approval, which in turn caused her to take him even deeper, her tongue running down his shaft. It was a cycle of mutual pleasure, the hot room filled with muffled moans.
She leaned on his strong thighs, one hand reaching down to massage his balls, while the other one stroked him as she continued licking and sucking. His hands gripped her bum as he kneaded her flesh, his lips and tongue ravishing her for long moments.
Spikes of heat erupted within her as she screamed, grinding on his face as she came. Her hand was a blur as she furiously wanked his long cock, slick from her saliva. His own muffled shouts matched hers as he shot stream after stream of spunk, his load landing on her cheek, her hand, and in the ginger hair leading to his navel.
She rolled off him, spent. They both stared up at the ceiling, their chests heaving from the exertion.
"Fuck, that was amazing. Where did you read about that?"
"Someone doodled it in the margins of one of the books in the Hogwarts library."
"I always hoped you'd learn something useful from all those books."