Chapter 10

His right leg sank between both of hers, knee against the mattress and her right hipbone digging into his lower stomach. He attached his lips, without preamble, to her jaw, working his way down the path she'd taken across his own skin moments earlier. He arrived south of her left collarbone, chin between her breasts, cheek just grazing the swelling edge of the left one...

"Ohhh shiiiit," he mumbled into her skin as the strong fingers of his left hand closed tightly around her right arm. He could feel her heart beating wildly against his face. And then he went for it...

Tilting his head right, his long nose dragged upward across her left nipple and his hands shook furiously as he tried to keep a considerable portion of his weight from driving her suffocatingly into the mattress.

And then, at last, he parted his lips in preparation, and flicked his tongue out from between them to sizzle against the softest flesh on the planet... he was sure it was. His lips opened hungrily against the side of her breast, tip of his nose still rubbing against her nipple as he sucked a bit too hard. But she merely choked out a moan, arching her back away from the mattress.

And so, shifting his body to his right, left leg now taking its turn between both of Hermione's, he dragged his open mouth up an inch, upper lip tingling with excitement as it passed over the hardened peak of her breast, nipple finally slipping between his teeth.

She writhed underneath him, gasping as her right knee bent high, foot lifting off the mattress to tease the back of his left thigh.

He made a series of nonsense sounds against her breast before sealing his lips securely around the tip and sucking more gently than before... more cautiously than when he'd began, an inch away, and where he now realised he'd most likely left a mark.

His tongue flicked over her goosebump encased nipple, and his toes curled tightly as his left hand relinquished its rather firm hold around her right arm... only to slide across rising skin, palm flat and fingers lifted with over extension, towards her exposed right breast. His thumb and index finger located and rolled around her right nipple twice before she shouted his name, gripping his hair with a fierce right fist.

She seemed to be stringing together tiny high-pitched words, some of which were most certainly his name yet again, arousing him still fucking further with the way she seemed to be SWEARING out the three letter word.

He suddenly increased the pressure and suction of lips around her left breast, squeezing the right with his overwhelmed left hand.

"Ohhh bloody-" Hermione breathed, cutting herself off before she choked on her own words, slamming her hand from its former position buried in his thick hair to land with great force against the mattress, gripping and grabbing at the blankets and sheets beneath them.

Her right leg squeezed further up his body, trapping him against bare thigh, and her left leg found its way out from under him, positioning him high between her parted legs. He sucked his lips away from her now very swollen nipple, staring in awe down at it as it glistened from his greedy snogging.

And he watched, delighted, as she arched her back still further, pushing her chest towards his gaping face, as if she craved his touch as much as he craved giving it to her.

"As you wish," he muttered, smoothing his left hand up from breast to shoulder to replace his fingers with his tongue and teeth and lips, making a thorough attempt to match his previous work on the other side. And slowly, he sucked as he lifted his head, raking teeth over a desperate combination of solid nipple and the delicate silk of surrounding tissue.

"Oh Godddd..." she cried, tossing her head against his feather pillow. He grinned against her nipple as he slipped his lips slowly around it again.

When he finally pulled away from her chest, she was panting raggedly, eyes wild and full of desire. Feathers had been freed from the confines of his pillow, surely from her forceful head motions of a moment early. A few still drifted in the air above her. He'd never seen her hair so out of control, spread every possible way against his pillow and billowing out around her face and scarlet cheeks. And at least a couple of stray feathers now clung to her wild curls at random.

"Fuck, I love you," he said gruffly as he attacked the side of her neck with open mouthed kisses, working his way up behind her ear as her thighs clenched around him. Her breasts, still wet from his onslaught moments earlier, squished against the hard, hollow planes of his chest, and he held a lengthy breath as he focused on each sensation.

"Oh, Ron, I love you, too..." she sighed through shivers, following her words up with a nasally squeak as his erection once again dragged up between her legs. He froze, lips against her skull, just behind her right ear. And, scratching her nails down his sides, she arched her hips up, rubbing the drenched centre of her knickers across his boxer covered erection.

"Ohbloodyfuck..." he strung out, clenching muscles as veins throbbed and ears pounded with the highly accelerated beat of his heart.

"Too many clothes..." Hermione slurred.

He couldn't have agreed more.

Her right big toe worked its way under the elastic of his boxers, just above his arse.

He wanted her so badly that it physically hurt, but how was he supposed to be impressive so close to already losing it?

"I'm not prepared for this..." he sighed.

He tucked his head down, leaning over her body so his shaggy hair tickled her stomach, and from his upside down position, he found himself blinking right down her lower body, legs extending and bending up beautifully from those tight green knickers she was still wearing.

"What do you mean?" she asked, entirely too nervously.

His whipped his head up, hair flopping back almost comically.

"Just, you know, that I'm... not going to be very cooool," he drawled with a reassuring half-smile to ease her away from the edge of her own apprehension.

He could sense it now, how quickly she feared she'd done something wrong, not lived up to some expectations he could never fathom, or began to worry he wanted less when he really wanted so much more.

"And I'm afraid it's probably going to be over in a seriously embarrassing amount of time..." he added, trailing off.

Her timid expression turned to a gentle smile, and she sucked the edge of her bottom lip into her mouth. He raised his eyebrows, smiling wider.

"See, you've got to stop doing things like THAT if you're interested in more than about two seconds."

She released her lip, looking mildly surprised, before she raised her own eyebrows and dropped her arms and legs flat to the bed.

"Better?" she teased.

But he felt oddly cold with the lack of her body wrapped around his, though before she'd been raising his possible body temperature by infinity, he'd have been complaining of the thick heat of a July night.

Instead...

"No," he said, simply. Because it certainly wasn't better this way. Far from it.

"Seems you can't make up your mind," she said playfully, poking his sides before walking her fingers down to the hem of his boxers, searching for his eyes.

"Ah," he said scratchily. "Okay, maybe just... stay there, actually."

She furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled, but he gave her a nervous smirk before drawing his body down along hers, wiping the confusion from her face, to be replaced by blissful eyelid fluttering.

His eyes landed on her belly button.

Shit.

He was very, very far down...

Inches remained.

He planted his knees between hers and lifted his head, finally rolling his back to sit up and blink down at her, hands clutching her bare thighs, still stretched straight down on either side of him.

He lifted his left hand from her thigh to grip her right ankle instead, lifting her leg and bending her knee to shuffle it in front of his body to join its partner on his right side, closing her legs completely. His fingers crawled back up her legs, body leaning over her lower half, until he'd crossed up over the sides of knicker fabric to rest his fingertips at her hipbones.

She was wearing one fucking piece of clothing. Only one. And so, there was nothing left to do, but THAT... what he'd come down here for.

He looked up, caught her eyes, and held on.

"Ready?" he asked, and she nodded against his pillow.