Hermione felt very vulnerable at the moment. She stared up at the ceiling while a rush of emotions flowed through her body. 'Oh God', she moaned. 'Oh God…..mmmmm'.
She loved this bed, all broad and soft and big and she loved it even more when Ron was with her, doing the things he did so perfectly, using his hands and his mouth on her, in her, around her….
She shifted slightly, moving her legs wider apart, giving Ron more access to pleasure her. 'Yesssss' she couldn't stop moaning. Ron loved that about her, that when she was intimate with him she could be so vocal, so daring, so sexy…so bold.
She felt her hips being lifted up slightly; her back still on the bed arched up and Ron being Ron looked up and asked her if she was comfortable. Yes, she thought….don't stop Ron. But she just nodded, quickly, showing her urgency to Ron to stop stalling when she was so close.
She could feel his breath between her legs, moist and warm and full of longing and desire and want. She felt him tentatively brush her sex with his tongue and then slowly move in one languid stroke right down from her clit to her centre, parting her so quickly and efficiently. His tongue licked the sides of her lips and then he used his nose to move down right to her opening and 'Oh God' smell her right there.
Hermione could take it no longer. She began to grind her sex into Ron's face, groaning loudly. Ron began to passionately eat her, sucking, licking and occasionally nipping her right where she wanted him to.
She came suddenly, so hard that she could see stars for ages.
Yes, thought Hermione. She had no issues being vulnerable at the moment.