A Piece of Advice

Chapter three

Hermione's POV

I woke up feeling amazingly exhausted. The light of the day filled the entire room and the cold was not as unbearable as it had been, it was rather warm. I smiled closing my eyes only to open them again a few minutes later. I was still on Ron's arms, tight against his pale chest. His hair was jumbled and his lips were red and parted. His eyes were closed and his chest moved rhythmically, moving me with it. I smiled again and kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger a few seconds in his skin, then I moved them a few millimetres to kiss him again.

I kissed every freckle on his cheek, his lobe, his neck. He groaned and I knew he was awake. "Good morning," I whispered in his ear.

"Morning," he answered opening his eyes lazily. "How are you today?"

"I've never been better, thank you," I answered kissing his cheek again. "How are you?"

"Well, I woke up with the most beautiful and smart witch that Hogwarts ever saw naked in my arms kissing my neck... I'm pretty bloody good!" he said and I laughed cheekily.

"Mmm, I also have a naked wizard on my arms," I replied tracing patterns on his skin with my index finger. He groaned and kissed my nose.

"Last night was fun" he said wiggling his eyebrows, I giggled and blushed. "Oh, Mione, don't get shy now, you know you enjoyed as much as I did."

I hide my face in his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. "Yes, I did" I replied coyly.

"Do you feel like playing now?" He asked, kissing my neck. I bit my lip and moaned. He wants to do it in the morning? We certainly hadn't done anything like that before... No, Hermione, enough with being such a prude little girl!

"Why, Mister Weasley, are you trying to seduce me?" I asked in my sexiest voice. I kissed his lips seductively and pulled all my hair to one side.

"Oh, Mione, so sexy" he said gulping, I smiled. He tried to flip us over and I stopped him.

"No, it's my turn to be on top, you can't have all the fun all the time" I whispered. I saw him lick his lips and I licked his tongue with mine.

We kissed in the sexiest way possible. His lips parted slightly, making me shove my tongue into his mouth. He kissed my lower lip, nibbling it carefully. I smiled against his lips and sighed, moving my head to hold his head with my hand. We prolonged it until we couldn't breathe and we pulled away. I kissed his jaw and his cheeks, alternating little pecks with little licks. Both his hands were on my waist and he was getting very excited with my ministrations. I was still on top, my hands on his neck and hair, our legs intertwined, and his erection was pressed against my belly.

I tried to act in control but I was still stunned at that, at the way his member responded to me. What should I do? I decided to nuzzle his neck, letting my tongue savour every inch of his skin and my teeth bite him a little, nothing too big. He whimpered and I knew that I was doing well.

I moved to his chest and his breath was caught into his chest. He lifted his head a little to look at my reaction at his marks and I looked at him and smiled. I needed to prove him that I was ok with them, so I licked my lips staring directly to his eyes and traced one particularly large scar that crossed his left pectoral with my tongue. He shuddered and closed his eyes.

"Look at me, Ron," I said against his skin. He opened his eyes, they were clouded with lust. "Look at me while I lick your skin" I added and he moaned. I licked another one closing my eyes and opening them just when I couldn't feel it anymore. His hips jerked a little, and I decided to take my time licking every single scar, beginning by his pectorals, his shoulders, stopping a little only to try and lick his nipples. He cursed under his breath so I did it again.

His nipples hardened at my touch so I put my mouth over one and sucked gently, just as he had done the night before. I alternated in both of them while grazing his scars with my fingertips. And when I had spent a while without moving forward, I decided to keep going down.

His abs were not ripped off entirely, they were there but not overly chiselled. I liked that, it made his belly look smooth. His entire torso was like a work of art, a white canvas with red lines of paint and little brown dots. I kissed every rib, every freckle, and every scar. I kissed his navel, letting my tongue dip into it and feeling him moan and whimper.

I crawled back to his lips and he kissed me more than readily. "Excited, are we, Mister Weasley?" I asked as a whisper in his ear, letting my hand slide back up from his abs to his face. He leaned into my touch and moved his head to the side to look at me. His blue eyes sent shivers down my spine and my fingers moved to lie over his lips. He didn't close his eyes; he maintained our visual contact while his tongue darted out and licked my fingers slowly.

With my fingers wet from his saliva, I moved my hand to his lap and kissed his lower lip. Suddenly, and out of instinct, my hand gripped his member and his hips jerked.

"Oh, yeah" he mumbled. He moved one arm from my waist to move the covers out of both of us. He laid back against the pillows, intently looking at my hand in him. I suddenly felt very worried and pressured. What should I have to do? I had no idea. Maybe I could think of something on the moment.

I sat Indian style next to his hips and looked at his eyes. He had that look, the same look that he had when we first had sex, as if he was waiting for something great to happen. I looked at his member again; it was erect and ready, with the head red and big, and a few drops of pearly white liquid coming out of it. It puzzled me, so I touched it with my index and thumb, smearing it all over the tip making it glisten. He moaned loudly and jerked in my hand. I was mesmerized by his reaction and wanted to see it again so I wrapped my hand around him loosely and pumped slowly.

"Oh, sweet Merlin," he said gripping the sheet with his fist. I smiled at him and bit my lip in concentration, pumping my hand without stopping. His hand rose from my waist to my breast and he squeezed it, moaning again.

"Do you like that, mister Weasley?" I surprised myself saying those words, my voice husky and sexy.

"Yeah... hell, yeah," he answered gluing his eyes to the movement of my hand while his hand played with my breast as it had a mind of its own. "Tighter, Mione, please..." he asked jerking his hips. I complied immediately, tightening my fist around him a little, and he groaned squeezing my breast hard.

"Do you want to touch my other breast, Mister Weasley?" I asked while I moved to straddle his thighs, with his member in my hand in front of me. He let go of the clutched sheet and raised his hand to my breast, squeezing both at the same time.

"So good, Mione, so soft... ah, Merlin... I think I'm gonna..." he mumbled, and then he whimpered, closing his eyes and squeezing my boobs hard, cumming. I yelped a little not being accustomed to that reaction. His cum was all over my hand, his abs, and mi belly, and his member grew soft in my hand. "Eh, sorry..." his face and ears flushed bright red and removed his hands from my chest afraid.

"It's ok," I said, still a little shock of what had happened.

Ron's POV

Holly fuck, that had been amazing, but now I was cringing while waiting for her reaction. I snapped my hands away from her deliciously soft tits and bit my lip nervously. She was looking intently at her skin, which was covered in my cum, and at my belly, which was in the same state. This was it; I had officially ruined all my glorious advances from the night before.

"That was... hum... big," she said raising her stare to my eyes and blushing. "Did you enjoy that?"

"You're kidding, right?" I asked raising my brow at her. "Just look at you, do you think that I didn't enjoy that?" she bit her lip and smiled.

"That was... I've never..." she stammered and I smiled.

"You were perfect," I said, and then I lowered my eyes to her hand, where she still had my limp cock. "Could you...?"

"Oh, yeah, right!" she said and moved her hand away. I took my wand and mumbled. "Scourgify" and we were clean again. I held her by the waist and pulled her to me, letting her lay on my chest. She snuggled closer and kissed my pectorals several times until my stomach grumbled. "Sorry" I muttered and she giggled.

"I'll prepare breakfast," she said and gave me a peck before standing up.

"You'll cook?" I asked and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yes, I'll cook, and you will love it, Ronald," she said with her bossy voice. I gulped and nodded, and she took my pyjama top on. It was big enough for it to cover until her mid thighs and let a shoulder out.

"Uh, you're trying to kill me, woman," I mumbled and she smirked, tying her hair on a messy bun.

"No, I'm not, I'm not done with you," she said and left. Oh yeah, I had cum a few minutes ago and I was already feeling horny again.

After we had eaten our toasts and drank our coffee, I was planning to spend my entire day on the bed, but Hermione had other plans for us. She banished the tray with a flick of her wand and then she stood up.

"I'm going to get a shower; when I get out, I want you to take one," she said. I whined a little grabbing a pillow and placing it over my face. "Very mature, Ronald." She murmured and I can almost see her eyes rolling by the tone of her voice.

"I want to stay here, in bed, with you!" I said making puppy eyes. "Please, Mione, let's stay in bed all day, please," I pleaded crawling to where she was and holding her by the waist, resting my head between her breast.

I felt her fingernails stroking my scalp and her nose smell my hair. "How about if we shower together and then we can go out? It's a lovely day to go around town... what do you think?" she asked. I was going to complain when I realised that she had offered me to shower with her. I grinned stupidly and picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder and standing up. She giggled nervously. "Ronald! What are you doing?" she asked anxiously, I smirked and gave her a little smack on her heavenly bum.

"We are showering, right now," I said and walked to the bathroom. I pulled her down inside the tub and took my pyjama top off her, leaving her as naked as I was, and getting in only to kiss her savagely.

"Oh, Ron!" she mumbled again my lips, crossing her arms behind my neck. I pulled away and smirked before opening the shower and pulled us both into the water stream. She squealed and grabbed me tighter. "It's cold!" she argued. I laughed and held her waist while the water began to run freely over our bodies.

"So let's warm things up," I said before lifting her up to kiss her. She clung to my body with one hand holding my head and the other my back. I grabbed her arse and pulled her against the wall, placing myself between her legs. I kissed her like a maniac, savouring the water running in her mouth. She moaned and pulled away to lick my jaw line from my chin to my ear, and taking the lobe into her mouth, gazing it with her teeth.

"We should take this shower... we are being very, very dirty," she purred in my ear. And if I wasn't hard before, I surely am now, I thought.

"Fuck, Mione," I moaned before moving my hand to her pussy and through her wetness. "You are so wet for me, love, do you want me?" I asked in her ear, my finger tracing her folds.

"Uh, Ron, yes! Always you love" she whimpered crossing her legs in my waist.

"You didn't answer my question, Mione, do you want me?" I asked again still teasing her with my fingers getting close to her clit but not touching it. She arched her back trying to move closer but I held her more tightly in place. Her head rolled back before she gathered herself and looked at me.

"Yes, Ronald, I want you, and I want you now," she said. Immediately my fingers complied with her request by shoving themselves deeply inside of her. She moaned and her legs trembled around my waist. I removed my fingers almost entirely and buried them again into her wet, tight pussy. Her hands were clinging at my shoulders for support and I pulled my torso away a little to see her tits bounce every time I plunged my fingers deeply inside on her. With my other hand still on her butt giving her the support that she needed, I managed to stroke her nub with my thumb, and she opened her eyes wide, her muscles gripping my fingers.

"Are you getting there, baby? Will you cum all over my hand?" I left my horniness talk and she opened her mouth in the cutest little fuckable "Oh" before she squeaked and clenched her inner walls around my fingers, which were moving in-and-out fast while my thumb pressed her clit hard.

Her entire body fell limp and I had to hold her by the back of her thighs to stop her from falling directly to the shower floor.

"You are so... so..." she began to say through her ragged breathe.

"So... so... so yours," I completed, letting her stand straight on the floor but holding her waist with my hands.

"Yes, so mine, doesn't anybody even dare to try to take you away from me, Weasley," she said kissing my chest and my scars, to then pull away and smile wickedly before motioning me to turn over. I complied, puzzled by what she was going to do. "Put your hands on the wall," she demanded and I held a moan, complying with her wished again. My hands were supporting me against the tiles and she was right behind me. I felt her hand slide lightly from my back before she moved it forward and grabbed my cock. I moaned, feeling her other hand stroke my abs and her lips kiss my spine. Oh, fuck, I fuuuucking love her!

I began to move my hips in response to her ministrations. The feeling on her tits on my back was enough for driving me fucking mad and the incredible sensation on her tongue licking the water that ran down my backside was bloody amazing. She moved her hands so she was grabbing my cock in one and my balls and the other and that was it. I exploded with a throaty moan that sounded like "Her-ungg-my-Oh-ungg-nee."

"Uh, that was my name that you just said?" she asked kissing my back. I chuckled and closed my eyes feeling her hands roam my chest, belly, and hips.

"Yeah, it kind of was," I said lamely.

"Ung, love, repeat after me, 'Her-My-Oh-nee'," she said and I turned around and pulled her to me.

"Her," I gave her a peck on the cheek, "My," I gave her a second peck but now on the other cheek, "Oh," a third peck on the nose, "nee," I kissed her deeply on the lips.

Hermione's POV

We arrived to the wizarding part of the town an hour ago. Ron was reticent to leave the house but I pulled him out by saying that we wouldn't sleep together again if he didn't, so he willingly complied. We began to walk hand in hand around the stores, the ocean's breeze cooling our faces and making our noses red. He pulled me to him and crossed his arm around my waist. I cuddled closer, feeling utterly and totally happy about the proximity that we were developing over this weekend.

"I need to go to the bookshop, I already finished my novel," I said, he groaned and rolled his eyes at my necessity to continue reading. "You can go to the Quidditch section and buy whatever you want, love, and I promise I'll not say anything, ok?" I said and without waiting for an answer I pulled him to the bookshop.

He raised his eyebrows at a new book about Quidditch and other sort of stuff that I didn't understand, so I took the chance and sneaked away. I wanted to find a book that I had often seen in Flourish and Blotts but I had been too afraid to even grab it. Anyway, if I wanted these things with Ron to function, I would need it now. I rapidly found it and took it, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. I almost ran to the counter and paid for it, only to hide again between a couple of bookshelves.

I took my wand and transfigured the cover to the one of a regular novel. I sighed and looked around to check if somebody was looking at me. I smiled when I noticed that nobody was there and went to fin Ron.

"Ready to leave?" he asked leaving the book that he had been looking and holding my hand.

"Ready to go home and start preparing lunch," I smiled at how his eyes lighten at hearing me saying that we were going back to the house.

"Can I cook now?" he asked. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, you can, in fact. I think I'm not going to try to cook again," I said rolling my eyes at the memory of the poorly made breakfast that I forced him to eat.

"I'm glad you decided to admit that I can cook better than you," Ron said smiling and pulling her closer to his body.

"Prat," She mumbled and Apparated in the Living Room of their house.

"I'm going to the kitchen, then," He said letting go off my hand. I smiled and lit the fireplace with my wand.

"I'll be here, reading," I said casually. I couldn't wait to start reading my book

.

"Is your book any good?" Ron asked sitting by my feet, he had a butter beer on his hand in he was drinking it slowly.

"Oh, yes, very good," I mumbled. I heard him sigh and lift up my gaze to look at him. He was bored. I had been reading since we arrived back at the house without stopping. I had even read while we ate. "Why don't you take a look of it?" I asked casually passing him the book. He took it and opened it. I giggled when I saw how he opened those big blue eyes wide in shock.

"T-the Ma-magic of s-s-sex?" he stammered while scanning the contents of the book. "This is what you've been reading?" he asked and looked at me.

"Yes," I answered flushing a little.

"Bloody hell!" he said and alternated his gaze between my eyes and the images of the page in which he had stopped.

"Please, tell me what you're thinking," I asked sitting next to him.

"I am thinking... Bloody hell!" he said again. I bit my lip nervously.

"Well, I... after last night, you know, I realised that you know how to do more things that I know, so... I decided to buy this book, you know, to get some ideas for us... if you want, I mean," I said stammering and babbling. He looked at me again and kissed me fiercely, which I did equally in return.

"You are so... brilliant, Hermione!" he said when he pulled away. "Because... before we came here I talked with my brothers to... well, sort of... ask them for advice, because... I didn't have a clue on what to do with you in bed," he said flushing too.

"You did?" I asked. I would never be able to look at his brothers again.

"Yeah... it's just that... I knew that I wanted to do some things with you, but I didn't know if you would like them... so I asked them and they told me what would you like and I just... tried, you know?" he said rubbing his neck and looking down. I kissed him lightly. "You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No! After last night I should hug your brothers!" I said and he laughed.

"I prefer to be the only one that gets to hug you."

"And I prefer you to be the only one hugging me," I answered and we kissed again. "But..." I mumbled against his lips and he pulled away sheepishly.

"I knew there was a 'but'," he sighed.

"I still haven't tried what I learned," I said. His eyes shot up and look at me. "I've studied all day, Mister Weasley, and I believe I'm prepared to do the test now," I said smirking. Almost instantly, his arms pulled me to him and he crushed me against his lips. We kissed passionately, his hands roaming my back and my fingers threading themselves in his hair.

"Oh, Mione," he groaned when I moved to straddle him.

"Well, Mister Weasley, what would you like me to test first?" I said when I pulled away. He began to open and close his mouth without saying anything, so I handed him the book.

"Choose a chapter," I said. His eyes went wide open as saucers when he began to see the content of every chapter. Suddenly he gulped and the tip of his ears went red. "Have you chosen?" I asked kissing his cheek.

"Well... I-I would... but if you don't, that's ok... I mean," he rambled and I drop my gaze to the chapter opened in his lap. It was about oral sex. I held a breath and bit my lip. That was certainly not something that I have done before... but he had. The day before, he had done it to me... it would only be fair if I did the same.

"Is that what you want me to do?" I asked pointing at the very explicit picture that the book had and rubbing his chest with my hand.

"Yes" he answered immediately and his face went bright red.

"Ok... but I have never done that before, Mister Weasley," I said pouting a little. "And I don't want to fail my test with you, so... would you teach me?"

Ron's POV

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... did she just say that? Hell, yes, she did! I'm going to spontaneously combust right now!

"I-I think so..." I said. Great, very clever, Weasley.

"Ok," she said smiling lightly. "How should I begin?"

Oh... you should begin by continue talking like that... that's fucking hot.

"Well... I..." I mumbled. For some strange reason, I couldn't think with her straddling my lap, with her boobs all tight behind that red blouse she had on, with my already painfully hard cock, and with my dried out brain.

"Do you want me to undress you?" she said taking pity of my wordless state. I nodded and her hands began to unbutton my shirt. When she was done, she let her fingernails scratch my chest and I whimpered. Smirking, she let her hands remove the garment and her lips came close to my ear. "What next?"

Oh, I know what she's playing now...

"Kiss me," I said with the most composed voice that I could utter under these circumstances. She put her lips in my cheek and kissed it lightly. "Kiss my lips," I said and she complied immediately. She put her lips on top of mine and gave me a peck. "That's a kiss for you, Hermione? I guess I will need to show you a couple of things tonight," I said and grabbed her waist, pulling her to me. "I want you to kiss me with your mouth open, I want your tongue stroking mine," I growled. She threw herself at me and we both moaned. Our kiss was possessive, needy, fucking perfect, and extremely delicious.

"How was that, professor?" she asked when she pulled away. I felt my cock harden even more at her words.

"You're a quick learner, Hermione," I said. She was going to kiss me again but I stopped her. "Hey, I haven't asked you to do it again." She opened her eyes wide and then she shuddered holding back a moan.

Now we are playing, baby...

"I'm sorry, professor," she said biting her lip in that fuckable way.

"It's ok, Hermione, but I need you to know the rules of my class," I said with a great McGonagall tone. "You will listen carefully to my advices, ok? Because I don't want to have to repeat my lesson until you learn it correctly, understood?" I asked.

"Yes, professor," she said looking at me through her eyelashes.

"Good... the other rule is... I want you to be able to... say anything, if this is not what you want, if you need to stop or something... you can ask me anytime," I added. I didn't want to push her into anything and she knew it.

"Ok," she said.

"Excellent, Miss Granger, we will proceed with our class, then," I said and cleared my throat. "I want you to remove your clothes until you are in just your knickers, please," I asked. She smiled and stood up. I relaxed against the back of the couch, watching intently at how she unbuttoned her red blouse and let it drop to the floor. I lick my lips at the sight of her tits all covered by that black lacy bra that she unfastened soon and let drop on top of her blouse. Her big, round boobs went free then, all ready for me to lick and suck. Her round rosy nipples were already expecting me to bite them lightly.

All at the right time, my friends, be patient...

She caught my attention again when she opened her jeans and let them fall to the floor, and then she kicked them away and removed her socks. There she was, my Mione, all naked except for her beautiful deep blue lacy knickers. She stood there waiting for my next command, smiling at me with her blushed cheeks.

"Perfect, Miss Granger," I mumbled. "Now, come here and remove my jeans," I said. I stood up and she walked to me and skilfully opened my jeans. I kicked them away carelessly and looked at her beautiful brown eyes. Without saying a thing, I kissed her again and she moaned in my mouth. "Are you ready for your lesson?" I asked.

"Yes, professor," she said and then she giggled. "And may I say that I see that you are quite ready too?" she added upon seeing my notorious arousal in my boxers.

"Get on your knees," her giggles stopped when I said that and she looked at me with wide eyes for a moment before she complied. "Good... er... remove my boxers," I said getting nervous. She did and I felt them drop to my ankles and stay there.

My cock sprung free and fully hard, ready for her. I inhaled deeply and then I hold it in my hand. She was looking at it intently, almost deciphering how she would put it in her tiny little mouth without asphyxiating.

"Are you ready?" I asked again and she looked at my eyes.

"Yes," she said firmly.

"Great... I... er... open your mouth," she did and I put the tip of my cock in it. She closed her eyes and her lips wrapped themselves around me.

Holy shit! Don't cum, Weasley, for all what is sacred, do not cum!

I shut my eyes tightly. Her lips were warm and amazingly soft... the sensation was heaven. She pulled away and I cringed at the thought of her saying that she was disgusted of my idea of having her mouth on my dick.

"You taste good, Ron," she said looking to my eyes with her cheeks blushed. I felt her hand slap mine away and hold my shaft from the base.

"Merlin, Mione... your mouth is so warm," I managed to say when she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She moaned sending delicious vibrations through my spine and my hands moved by their own will to the back of her head. She opened her eyes and looked at me, almost waiting to see what I was going to do, if I was going to push her head forward or if I was going to stay still. I let my fingers plunged into her brown bushy locks and stroke her scalp lovingly. She smiled and kissed the tip.

"Is this alright?" she asked stroking me loosely, I whimpered and bit my lip.

"A little tighter, love, just... ah! Yes, exactly like that... oh, use your mouth baby," I breathed. She was very skilled with her hands to have just learned how to do that today. She put her mouth next to the base of my cock and let her tongue slide smoothly to the tip, as if she were licking a bloody ice cream, and then she took me into her mouth, as much as she could take, and grabbed the rest with her hand. She tried to close her mouth around me and I couldn't help but whimper. "Mione, your... teeth!" I managed to say through my gritted teeth, she pulled away and looked at me a little scared.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"That's ok... it's just... try to let your mouth open a bit, just your lips and your tongue, ok?" I asked a little nervous myself. I didn't want to sound pushy. She nodded and put me back in her mouth and I moaned again. The sensation was so bloody good that I couldn't think of something better... except from being buried deep inside her warm pussy. With her mouth more loose, she sucked and my head fell back. I heard her giggle and start to bob her head, complementing with her hand the movements of her head. I was reduced to groaning and whimpering, my hand in her head, my head back. She started to thrust forward as much as she could, and then slide back slowly to lick and suck the tip.

I was going insane; this sensation was too bloody amazing. I forced myself to look at her, with her concentration face, closing her eyes every time she hand me in her mouth, with her hot breath tickling me. My balls began to clench and I knew I was close.

Wait a moment... what should I do now? She has me in her mouth, should I just cum? What if she gets mad at me for doing that shit? She's going to think that I'm gross... I better pull out.

She slipped her mouth until only the head was in it and looking straight to my eyes she let her nails graze my shaft and balls lightly. It was too much; I pushed her hand away and took my cock. I pulled away hearing her whimper by the suddenness of my action and came all over my hand.

"Fuck," I muttered slumping back heavily to the couch and casting a cleaning charm on my mess.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked still on her knees, looking innocently to my eyes.

"Bloody hell, that was fucking amazing!" I said goofily. She smiled widely and put her head on my leg.

"So, I approved my test?" she asked kissing my thigh, her hair tickling on my knee.

"Well, I don't know, you will have to practice a lot," I joked and she smiled. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked a little scared. I didn't want her to hate anything that she did with me.

"Yes," she said with an innocent small voice. "You taste sweet, love." She said resting her head on my thigh and looking at me with her cheeks blushing.

"No, you are the one who tastes sweet," I pulled her up to my arms. "You are my favourite flavour, Mione." I started to kiss her neck and she moaned.

"Are you hungry now, love?" she whispered in my ear.

Fuck, yes! Keep talking like that, baby, don't stop...

I moaned at her proposition and kissed her deeply. "I am very hungry now... but I am tired... maybe you can give it to my mouth," I said sifting myself to lie on my back on the couch. She looked puzzled. "I want you to ride my face, Mione; I want you to make me eat your sweet wet pussy." I said. Her eyes grew wide and I bit my lip. I was almost expecting her to say her usual, 'Language, Ronald'

But no. She crawled up my body to put her sex next to my face and I held her thighs with my hands. I let my lips graze her inner thighs and she arched her back with a moan. Torture her was fun, so I decided to keep kissing her skin and stay away from her sweet wet folds, but she was not going to let me. She put a hand on my hair and moved my mouth until it was placed on top of her curls.

"Ronald!" she screamed a little annoyed at my little torture. I snickered. "You are not doing what you said you were going to do!" she moaned childishly. I smiled with my mouth still against her wet hairs. "Do it, Ronald Weasley!"

That was it. I was a sucker for that bossy tone. I darted my tongue out and licked her. She moaned and shivered, putting her hands at the armrest to support. I wanted her to really ride my face, so I just kept licking at one spot, waiting for her to move.

She did. She groaned and began to rock her hips back and forth, and I smiled victoriously before my tongue began to move all around her.

Hermione's POV

I was in heaven. I was dying. The air had left my body and my hips were moving on their own, slowly at first and then erratically, frenziedly. Ron was my death, that was for sure, and his mouth on me was definitely my C.O.D.

I arched my back and moaned, "Oh, Ron... I'm..." but I couldn't finish. Waves of bliss erupted from my belly and I cried out, falling limply with my side against the back of the couch. I felt him lift me and, when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the carpet, next to the fire, with his mouth on one of my nipples. "Oh, Ron..." I moaned.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked smirking. I opened my mouth but closed it almost immediately.

"Yes," I said. "I am ready for more." He smirked and kissed me.

"Turn over," he said. I opened my mouth in shock. Was he kidding me? His expression remained serious and I turned over and lay on my belly. I heard him growl and I blushed. "So bloody perfect, Mione, so beautiful."

I supported myself in my forearms and he placed his arms on each side of my head. I turned my head and we met in a perfect kiss. We both moaned at the contact of our tongues and then I felt the tip of his member in my entrance. I broke the kiss and let my head fall forward, feeling him enter me slowly. It felt so good, my body burned in pleasure.

"Oh my god, Ron!" I moaned. He began to kiss my shoulder, thrusting into me with carefulness. I wanted more, I needed more. "Harder, please, just... oh god!" I managed to whisper throatily. He complied moving his hips faster, reaching places in me that I didn't even know that can be reached. I sensed that my release was coming soon and when his teeth grazed my ear I lost it. I cried out and arched my back, feeling all my cells explode with bliss, feeling that Ron was not stopping.

I fall forward, not able to support me with my arms anymore, and Ron pulled away from me with a 'Pop'. I whimpered for the lack of contact and he turned me over and kissed me tenderly. "All right, love?" he asked with his bright blue eyes sparkling.

"Mmmh, yes," I answered snuggling closer to him.

"Good, 'cause I'm not done with you," he said and then he lifted me up and placed me on the coffee table. The cold wood sent chills down my spine and the thought of more things to do with him amazed me. He parted my legs with his hands and placed himself between them, kneeling on the floor. I was going to ask him what he was planning to do when I felt him enter me again.

"Oh, Ron!" I whimpered. He took one of my legs and lifted it, so my foot was next to his head, and placed the other around his waist. He was moving so good, not fast or slow, just... perfect. We held our eye contact all the time, and, when he kissed my ankle and my calf, I lost it. I exploded yet again, clamping my walls around him, feeling him cum with me, in me, panting my name.

I moved my leg and wrapped it around his waist, he bent down and kissed my lazily. He put his head on my chest trying to breathe normally again and I began to stroke his hair with my hand, tracing soothing circles in his scalp.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I could only utter a few grunts. "That was... ummm..."

"Intense" I said and he chuckled.

"Yes, that's the word," he lifted his head and looked at me. "Love you."

I smiled brightly, beaming at his words. "I love you too, Ron."

When we had had our necessary showers and were lying on the bed, seeing the firelight and caressing our naked bodies lazily, I spoke again.

"This was a nice weekend." I said and kissed his cheek.

"It surely was, and we still have another day," he said with that lopsided grin that used to make me blush when we were in Hogwarts.

"I believe that after tonight we should just rest, love," I said. He pouted and I laughed. "I believe that my lady parts need some time to recover, you really wore me out."

"Eh... yeah, sorry about that," he said scowling. I noticed that he was regretting his uncontrollable desire of before.

"It was fun, baby, I loved it... but we need to rest a little, I don't want to break my new toy," I said grazing my nails lightly on his limp member.

"Yeah, we don't want that to happen... I don't want to break mine either," he said lifting the cover to look at me. I laughed and we kissed, knowing that we would be fine. We were together. We loved each other.