No, I wasn't dead!
Sorry for the long delay, but well, it's summer, so I've been busy. Maybe you were waiting for a new chapter of 'Discovering Ourselves,' but you'll have to wait a bit for that new chapter.
I'm now on holiday, and I had thought about not publishing meanwhile, but as I've been absent for a month (though I wrote a lot), I decided to give you this fic, as it is a summer one. My plan is publishing it entirely between now and September.
This is the continuation of 'The Wrong Drawer', and though I wouldn't say it's necessary to read that story, it's recommended. Like that one, this is mainly a sex story. In fact, I think that Hermione in this series is the naughtiest of all 'my' Hermiones, more than the one in DO. I think that as they had not had to deal with the war, she is freer, though I admit it can go a bit OOC. So expect lots of sex and dirty talking.
This story will be 10 or 11 chapters long, and I hope to give you at least one chapter a week.
Now, come September, I have more stories ready, so I hope you come with the desire to read!
Chapter 1
A Change of Plans
"Mmmh, Ron …" Hermione muttered sexily as he caressed her naked stomach while he peppered her slender neck with kisses.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're so fucking hot and sexy …"
He pulled away a bit, to contemplate this wonder of nature that was his girlfriend, when the couch seemed to shift a bit. Ron, frowning, looked around, not seeing anything strange.
"Ron kiss me …" she whispered, her voice low and sensual. Smiling, he began to move his hand once more as he leaned towards her, eager for her plump, kissable lips. However, as he was about to shove his hand under Hermione's panties to rub her wet pussy, the couch seemed to move once more, bouncing in a strange way. Not understanding what was happening, he tried to focus on the scantily clad body of his girlfriend, only to find that, suddenly, she wasn't wearing just sexy black lace underwear, but a dress, and their positions seemed to have been reversed somewhat so now she was looking down at him, and, instead of wearing a face full of lust, she was smiling tenderly at him.
Ron blinked a few times, realising he had been dreaming, and groaned a bit.
"Hermione, I was having a wonderful dream …" he protested. He was glad to see her in person, of course, but, after that amazing first day in which they had been alone, they had only managed to have another two fucks, the next day. And that had been two days ago. Not that they hadn't been two wonderful days, they had played and talked and laughed and even snogged, but, well, they had just lost their virginities and it had been beyond amazing, how could he not miss that?
"Were you?" she asked, amused, shifting on the bed so she was kneeling next to him.
"Yeah."
"Too bad," she said in mock pity. "It's time to have breakfast, dear boyfriend."
"Breakfast could have waited," he whined. "I was so fucking comfortable."
"No, this one can't," she denied, and Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Why not? What time is it?" he asked, a bit worried. "Are your parents waiting for me or something?"
"My parents left ten minutes ago, they had something to do at the practice, they'll be back in an hour or so."
"Then …?" he asked, not understanding.
"Then, I thought it was the perfect moment to give you a very special meal," she said, her tone turning a bit husky. Ron stared at her, now feeling more awake.
"What do you mean?" he said, his body filling with anticipation.
Hermione smiled wickedly and straddled his chest, her knees on both sides of his body. Then, slowly and sensually, she lifted the skirt, revealing her bare pussy to him, already damp.
"Holy fuck, Hermione! You — you aren't wearing —"
"The moment my parents left I hurried up and took them off," she said, her voice dripping with desire and want. "Ron, I want you to feast on my pussy, right now. It's been too long …" she whined. "Will you eat me out? Will you have your special meal?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he shouted, now infinitely glad that he had been awoken. The real pussy was much, much better than the fantasy one! "Come here," he ordered, licking his lips.
With a wide, bright grin breaking into her face, Hermione happily scooted up a bit further, until her thighs were on both sides of his head. Ron inhaled deeply, closing his eyes to savour the musky scent of her perfect little cunt, however, he opened them again very soon, wanting to see that perfect slit surrounded by those sexy, trimmed brown hairs of her. Merlin, the sight of her delicious, hot, wet, sexy pussy made his mouth water and his cock throb.
Ron moved his hands up her thighs, revelling in the softness of her skin and then kneaded her ass, enjoying the feel of those plump cheeks, before grabbing her by her hips and pulling her towards him.
"Give it to me, Hermione, I'm gonna eat that pussy so good it'll melt in my mouth. You'll be cumming in no time, I swear!"
"Mmmh, Ron, yes …" she purred. "You like the view, don't you? You like the sight of my little, hot, tight pussy, right?" she asked in a very provocative voice while she swayed her hips a bit.
"Fuck, yeah, such a pretty pussy, 'Ermione. Give it to me. Fuck my face."
Hermione moaned in delight and eagerly lowered herself on him, so her very wet cunt was just over his mouth. At once, Ron took out his tongue and began to lap at it hungrily. Hermione moaned in pleasure and grabbed the headboard to steady herself, pushing her body down on him, the fear of smothering him forgotten due to the wonderful sensations Ron was causing in her pussy.
Ron, with his face now covered by his girlfriend's hot snatch, began to knead her perfect, round ass, helping het to grind into his face as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole, savouring her delicious juices. He made sure his long nose bumped onto her swollen clit every time, and soon Hermione was thrashing above him, fucking his face without restrain as she moaned and moaned.
Ron, excited beyond measure, grunted animalistically as he devoured her, knowing how much that excited her. He tongue-fucked her, sucked on her hole, lapped at her clit before sucking hard on it … He put all his resources to the task of giving her an earth-shattering orgasm.
That didn't take long to happen, and Hermione's moans and dirty talking increased in volume while she ground he body harder against him, seeking that long-awaited release.
"Unnngh, Rooon, fuck, you're so good! Oh, yeah, eat my pussy! Feast on my pussy, Ron, you're going to make me cum! Ohh, fuck, you're going to make me cum!"
Her shouts and crude words only made him more randy and wilder. He squeezed her ass very hard as he sucked on her clit with all his might while she rubbed herself roughly against his chin, her pussy juices running freely down his cheeks and his neck.
He loved how wet he made her, how wild and horny she was. While he continued to eat her, he looked up and saw that she had moved her right hand from the headboard to her chest and was now rubbing her tits wantonly, her face contorted in pure pleasure. Fuck, he was the luckiest sod in the whole Wizarding world, having such a sexy girl like her as his girlfriend.
A girlfriend whose perfect, sexy pussy was over his face and about to explode in bliss.
Ron sucked harder on her clit, his tongue lapping at it at incredible speed, and she pushed herself down harder, seeking more friction. That, and the increased speed at which se was moving her hips made it almost impossible for him to suck on her, so he shoved his tongue back into her drenched hole and sucked it while he allowed her to rub her clit against his nose once more.
"Yes, yes!" she was shouting to the top of her lungs. "Yes, Ron, tongue-fuck me! Shove it deep! Oh, fuck, I love you! Fuck, I'm so fucking close! So close!"
Ron looked up, and in that moment, she looked down, between her legs. Their gazes, full of lust, met, and Hermione's body started shaking. She fucked him harder and Ron added more pressure to his sucking, almost suctioning her juices while his tongue prodded her hole non-stop.
"Ron, ohhh, ohhh, Ron, I'm cumming! OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING! SHIT, DON'T STOP, THIS FEELS SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD!" she shouted as she orgasmed powerfully, his pussy gushing like mad as she pressed it against his mouth with al her strength. He couldn't even breathe, but it only turned him on more and he opened his mouth wide so he could practically devour her cunt while she finished cumming.
"Oh, fuck … oh, fuck …" she moaned as she came down from her high, her body still suffering from aftershocks. However, she didn't move and just rubbed her pussy lazily over his face.
Ron, now in need of air, patted her on her hip and she raised her hips a bit.
"Sorry, love," she muttered. She still had her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her pretty face. "You're amazing …"
"So are you," he said, after breathing deeply a few times. "You drenched me in your tasty juices," he added, smirking.
On top of him, Hermione smirked as well, now opening her eyes to look down at him. "And you love it, don't you, Ron? You're such a hungry boy, so you adore it when I fill your mouth with my pussy juice, right? In fact, I am fairly sure you want even more."
"More?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You want me to eat this pussy again, Hermione?"
"Oh, yes," she said, nodding eagerly. "It's been too long, Ron, and you do it so well. I came like a banshee, it was so wonderful! Who wouldn't want to repeat?"
Ron smiled, happy that, instead of disgust her, his eating manners now made her cum wildly, and began to massage her ass once more, relishing in the softness and roundness of her fantastic buttocks. He looked at her slit and licked his lips, tasting her.
"You like the view, don't you?" Hermione asked, moving her hips a bit, as if trying to restrain herself from rubbing herself against his face once more. "You like my pussy, don't you, Ron? Tell me — how does it look?"
Ron groaned, excited. Despite the initial shock had passed, with all the sex they had had the first day as a couple, he still marvelled at how naughty Hermione was, and how much she liked dirty talking.
"It looks so sexy, Hermione. Hot and swollen, and so wet …"
"Tasty?"
"Definitely tasty."
"Good, because you're in for a second helping," she said, her voice dripping lust. Ron groaned once more and grabbed her hips, trying to lower her over his mouth so he could make her cum once more and then get his own release, but she had other ideas. Suddenly, she turned round over him, so she was now facing his lower half, giving him an amazing view of her perfect ass.
"Fuck, Hermione, you've got such an amazing ass. I love it!" he blurted out, moving his hands to grope and caress it. "But I thought I was going to eat more pussy?"
"And you are," she responded. "However, besides your wicked mouth on my cunt, there's something else I missed," she added, bending over and pushing the sheet off his body, revealing Ron's tented boxers. Ron looked down and groaned once more when her hand touched his aching dick.
"Oh, yes, touch it …" he monaed.
"I'm going to do much more than touch it," she whispered, her voice husky. Clearly in a hurry, she lifted the waistband of his pants and freed his hard cock, which bounced merrily. "Gods, Ron, it's so big, so thick," she said in awe, grasping it in her hand. She moved it up and down his shaft and he moaned in pleasure. "Mmmh, I missed this cock of yours, so big and tasty. What do you say if I suck it while you eat me out, Ron?"
Those words were music to his ears.
"Fuck, yeah! Suck that big cock, Hermione! And give me this pussy, I'll eat it so good you'll want me to live between her legs and off your juices!"
"Oh, yes, eat it!" she yelled, and lowered her body roughly upon him, smashing his face with her wet, delicious cunt. Ron held onto her ass, his fingers delving into the supple flesh, and began to devour it, alternating hard sucking with lapping and licking all over her slit. Hermione mewled in pleasure and moved her hand faster, jerking his cock and making his body shiver in delight, a feeling that only increased when he felt Hermione's tongue on the tip of his dick.
"Mmmh, Ron, it's so tasty," she commented lustfully, sucking on the tip and swirling her tongue around it. "I missed this big cock so much," she added, making Ron groan. He shoved his tongue deep in her pussy and Hermione responded by taking a bit more of his shaft in her hot mouth, her hands caressing the rest of the penis and his bollocks.
"Oh, fuuck!" he moaned into her cunt. He squeezed her cheeks harder and she began to rub against him more forcefully, adding a new layer of juice over his skin. Ron moved his mouth from her hole to her clit and, as he sucked hard, he shoved two fingers into her tight pussy. Hermione moaned loudly around his cock and slurped on it, letting globs of spit to run down the shaft.
"Suck it," Ron demanded, pushing his fingers in deep and enjoying the way she moved to fuck herself on them. "Suck that thick cock, Hermione!"
"Mmmh, yes, it barely fits in my mouth, Ron … Mmmh, I love your big, hard cock … Ah, mmmmh," she moaned as she sucked with gusto, making Ron delirious with the sensations she was creating.
"Fuck!" he swore before he resumed sucking, bucking his hips a bit to try and lodge more cock into her sinful mouth, which she accepted. Ron's eyes rolled withing its sockets and he sucked even harder, relishing the steady flow of juices coming from her hole.
"Ahh, Ron!" she moaned, releasing his dick. "Oh, suck my clit! Suck my clit!" she begged, moving her ass against his fingers.
"You take that cock!" he replied, thrusting upwards.
Hermione's mouth closed around him hungrily and he hissed in pleasure before attacking her twat once more, making her body shake. He could tell she was about to orgasm once more and devoted himself to making it as memorable as possible.
Hermione's sucking became uneven as her body succumbed to the pleasure growing in her pussy, and, when a stream of juice poured off her hole and over Ron's face, she arched her back and hollered to the heavens.
"OHH, CUMMING AGAIN! Cumming again, Ron!"
Ron kept sucking hard while she grinded her body against his face, eager to extract every bit of pleasure he could from him.
Finally, she stopped moving, and, panting heavily, she moved off Ron, allowing him to breathe again. With an expression of profound content on her face she looked at his boyfriend and her lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Mmmh, I covered you in my pussy juices again, did I?" she asked.
"So it seems," he responded gleefully. Hermione giggled and moved so her face was closer to him, and then kissed him, slurping on his lips.
"I like how I taste on you," she muttered, turning Ron even more on, if such a thing was possible. Groaning, he grabbed her and snogged her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he groped her tits roughly.
"Hermione, you've cum twice," he said once he had broken the kiss, "and I still haven't. I need it."
"Yes, that's obvious," she commented, moving her hand to take his member in it. "How do you want to cum, Ron?"
"Deep in your tight pussy," he quickly answered. In fact, he had wanted to cum in her mouth first, but now was simply too aroused for games. He needed to fuck her. Hard and deep. He needed to lose himself in her body, to be surrounded by her lust and love.
"Mmmh," purred Hermione approvingly, before engaging him in a new, heated snog. After a minute of frenzied kissing, she moved off him and lay on her back, spreading her legs open and caressing her own pussy slowly as she smiled provocatively. "Come on, Ron, I've been dying to have your enormous cock stretching out my tight pussy again, so hurry up and fuck me!" she demanded as she circled her clit with two fingers.
"Lift your dress completely," he demanded as he got on his knees, his cock tall and proud between his legs. "I wanna see those glorious tits of yours."
"Only if you promise me to tend to them appropriately," she teased, using her free hand to caress her breasts over the fabric.
"Oh, yeah, I can promise you that," he eagerly assured, placing himself between her open legs. With a sultry smile, Hermione arched her back an lifted the dress until her bra-covered tits were on full display. Ron eyed the sexy, black garment that pushed them together so deliciously and put his hands on her sides. Focusing on her eyes, he slid his hands up until her was cupping her mounds, and kneaded them hungrily for a few seconds before undoing the front clasp.
Biting her lower lip and with lustful eyes still fixed on his, Hermione parted the cups to bare her chest to him, and Ron lowered his gaze to stare at her breasts.
"You like my tits, don't you, Ron?" she asked sensually, using her own hands to knead them provocatively.
"Shit, they're perfect!" Ron responded, his arousal growing even further as he watched her touch her pretty boobs. Soon, however, just looking wasn't enough, and he put his own hands over hers, forcing her to squeeze both tits roughly.
"Like this, touch them like this," he growled, allowing his excitation to overcome him. "Touch them roughly."
Hermione let out a moan, and then slid her hands from under his and placed them upon his, now directing the way her breasts were being touched.
"Like this?" she asked, pressing his hands harder onto her fleshy globes. "Like this, Ron? Is this how my tits must be touched?"
"Yeah," he nodded, squeezing hard. "You like it this way, don't you? It makes you wet …"
"I can't be wetter," she replied. "I'm already dripping, Ron. My cunt is on fire, so why don't you shove that fat cock in me and fuck me as hard as you can?"
"Fuck, Hermione!" Ron yelled, and, unable to resist a second more, he placed his hands next to her for support and aligned his cock with her tiny entrance, pressing a bit so his mushroom head spread her lips a bit. "Shit, this view is amazing! Your pussy is scorching hot, I'm gonna ram into you hard. Do you think you can take my big cock in one go, Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron!" she exclaimed, moving her hands to his sides and caressing him. "Fuck me hard! Pound my tight pussy!"
"Fuck, your dirty talk makes me so horny!" he yelled, and, gathering all his strength, he thrust powerfully, burying his aching dick in her wet, tight cunt to the hilt.
"GODS, RON!" she screamed, arching her back as her pussy was suddenly stretched and filled by his girth. Ron smiled, relishing the effect on her and the immense pleasure her tightness caused on his cock.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight! I love this pussy!" he moaned, and started to move fast, his needs overcoming his senses and demanding he fucked her roughly and powerfully.
So he did.
He put his hands under her back and ass, forcing her to arch her back, and he took one bouncing tit into his mouth, sucking roughly on the nipple as he continued his assault on her perfect twat. The way her constricting hole was clutching his dick was amazing, and he knew he could cum at any moment, yet he wanted to enjoy this. It had been almost three days, after all, and he was determined to enjoy Hermione's perfect pussy for as long as possible.
Ron switched to her other boob and Hermione's moans of delight increased. Despite their previously encounters, Ron still was in awe at how loud she was. Right now, she was holding onto his ass and head, pressing him more into her, with her dress bunched over her tits as he fucked her with all his might.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're so loud the neighbours will hear us …"
"Don't care! Don't — fucking — care! Just keep going, Ron! Pound me hard! Gods, your cock is AMAZING! Oh, fuuuuuuck!"
"Holy shit," Ron mumbled before moving his mouth from her tits to her mouth, which he claimed, swallowing her moans. She responded eagerly to the kiss, closing her legs just under his bum to hold him against her, as if wanting his entire body to get into her cunt.
"Gods, Ron, you're so good," she cried, breaking the kiss. "Oh, this feels fantastic! Fantastic! Give me that cock! Pound my pussy!"
"Bloody fuck, you're such a dirty girl, Hermione! Shit, I'm gonna fuck you 'till you can't walk!"
"Yes, do it! Do it, Ron! Fuck, I'm getting close again! Gods, your fat cock is stretching my pussy so deliciously! Oh, shit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, her body starting to shake under his.
Ron closed his eyes tightly and tried to delay his own release, which wasn't going to be easy, giving how long it had been since the last time, the tightness of her pussy and how sexy and wanton she was.
"'Ermione, gonna cum soon … fuck, your pussy feels too good to resist, I need to cum …"
"Yes, Ron, yes, I want your cum! All of it! I'm so close again! Just keep fucking me with that wonderful cock, it's giving my pussy so much pleasure I think I'm going to explode!
Those words proved too much for Ron. He felt his balls contract, ready to fire, and he thrust as hard as he could into her willing body, burying his dick in her to the hilt.
"Oh, shit … Cumming!"
The first spurt came out like a cannonball, submerging Ron's body in delirious pleasure. He thrust again and again, his cock shooting and shooting, filling her hungry pussy with gallons of cum.
With his mind clouded by the bliss of the intense release he was experienced, he looked down at her and saw her staring at him with a wicked smile on her face. However, when he pressed his body hard into hers, making his sure he rubbed against her clit as his cock unloaded, her expression changed and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
"Ohhhh, Ron … Ron, I can feel you cumming so much … Gods, don't stop moving, don't stop, please!"
"Fuck, 'Ermionee," he exclaimed with gritted teeth, moving against her while his dick stopped cumming, trying to send her over the edge. Struck by a sudden idea, he pinched one of her nipples as he managed to give her a few last thrusts, and that did it.
"Yes, Ron, YES! Oh, yes, I'm cumming again! I'm cumming around your wonderful, amazing, big, thick cock! Yes, yes, yesssssssss!" she shouted, and, despite his cock was starting to soften, he could feel the delicious fluttering of her pussy around him, prompting him to keep moving a bit to help her.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, that was simply amazing, Ron!" she exclaimed happily, sighing in relief and bliss.
"Fuck, yeah," he nodded, lying on top of her and breathing heavily. He could feel the softness of her tits against his chest and, despite having just cum, it felt awesome.
"No way I'm going to wait so long to have your cock in me," she declared, her hands lazily stroking his head and hair. "Ever."
"You can't wait two days, love?" asked Ron, smirking. Not that he wasn't elated by her declaration, of course!
"Two and half. And no. Definitely no," she said, and tightened her vaginal muscles for emphasis, which made Ron moan. "This pussy needs your thick cock on a daily basis, Ronald Weasley."
"Well, you won't hear me complain, Ms Granger!" he replied, and both laughed merrily.
"Mmmh, that's what I like to hear," she purred, bringing his mouth to hers. They shared a long, sensual kiss, and then Ron rolled off her.
"I need a shower," he stated, looking down at his sweaty body.
"So do I," she said. "Care to join me for one?" she asked, her tone mischievous.
Despite how strongly he had cum, Ron's cock twitched once more. Fuck, he loved this woman.
"My worst nightmare is saying 'no' to that question, so let's go!"
Hermione giggled and got off the bed. Ron watched her splendid ass as she took the dress off, and he couldn't help but give her a spank and a good squeeze.
"Hey!" she protested in fake indignation.
"You can't blame me," Ron argued, "it's impossible to watch such an amazing ass and not touch it."
"So you like my ass, don't you?" she asked teasingly, and grinned. "Well, come and get it, then!" she dared him, shaking it as she walked towards the door. Ron groaned and jumped off the bed to go after her. Hermione let out a laugh and ran towards the bathroom. Ron, with his longer legs, managed to reach her before she could close the door and, pushing it open, took her into his arms and pressed her against the wall, his fingers on her sides.
"You've been rather naughty, Ms Granger," he said, "and naughty girls deserve some tickling …"
He moved his fingers a bit and she squirmed, trying to use her arms to push his hands away. She didn't succeed, and Ron tickled her even more.
"I — I thought naughty girls deserved a — a — a spanking …" she managed to say between fits of laughter.
"Oh, they do," Ron assured, moving his hands to her ass and squeezing it.
Hermione took advantage of his distraction to push him away, and, as he tumbled, she got into the shower, opening the water.
"Come and punish me then, Ron," she said huskily, putting her hands on the wall and thrusting her ass out, wiggling it a little. Ron watched, mesmerised, as the water fell over her back and down her crack, and his cock, already at half mast, hardened completely.
Taking off his boxers, he got int the stall as well and put his hands on her hips, the tip of his dick touching the small of her back. She pressed back against him.
"You're so fucking hot," he commented, moving his hands up and down. She turned her head to give him an alluring look, and then reached for the soap. Grasping his hands, he poured some into his palms.
"Care to wash me?"
"Mmmh, I was under the impression I was going to spank this ass?"
Hermione smiled and shrugged. "You can choose …"
Grinning at her, he moved his hands up her sides once more until he covered her tits. The expression of her face changed to one of pure pleasure, and he began to rub both mounds, soaping them profusely.
"I suppose I should wash you, these tits are very dirty, aren't they?"
"Oh, yes, they are," she nodded. "And you didn't even cum on them …"
"But I came in your pussy. A lot."
"You'll have to give it a proper washing, then …"
Ron pressed his body against hers, nuzzling her ass with his dick, and she wiggled it against him. He kept one hand touching her tits and moved the right down her belly and between her legs, which she opened to give him space. When his hand cupped her pussy he closed his eyes to savour the moment. Fuck, that cunt really was perfect.
"Yes, Ron, yes … wash my dirty pussy … Not just outside, inside as well …"
Ron put his mouth on her neck and she tilted her head to the other side, giving him unrestrained access. He peppered her in kisses and even the occasional bite, relishing the taste of her skin, even though the water had taken away part of her unique taste. A steady stream of moans began to come out of her mouth, and Ron moved his hand lower, so he could put his middle finger in her hole.
The hotness made him moan.
"After how hard I fucked you with this fat dick, your cunt is still so tight …" he whispered against her ear before taking her earlobe between his teeth.
"For you. I keep it very tight so you can fuck me again, Ron. So your wonderful dick feels amazing inside it, so we both feel incredible when we fuck …"
"Holy shit, Hermione, dunno how you're so good at dirty talk, but I hope you never stop."
"Why should I? It turns me on as well," she said, moving one hand from the wall to the side of his face. "Maybe it's your fault, what with your fondness of swearing. You've corrupted me."
Ron raised one eyebrow.
She turned her head and then pushed on his cheek so their mouths could meet in a sensual, delicious kiss.
Ron began to move his cock along the crack of her ass, relishing the pressure of her round cheeks, while he increased the pace of his finger in her cunt.
"Ron, take out that finger and put your cock in. I want your big dick in my pussy once more …"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Moving his hands to her hips, he positioned her to his liking, making her arch her back a bit more. Then, flexing his knees, he guided his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy and pushed slowly.
"Gods, it's entering me again, Ron," she moaned. "Ahh, it feels so good … How could I live without this, Ron? Gods, fuck me …"
"Shit, Hermione …" he moaned, his cock throbbing with arousal. However, despite his body begging him to, he didn't ram into her this time, but took it slowly, savouring the way her pussy stretched around his pole. It was as if his prick was taking possession of her cunt, and the idea aroused him even more.
"Oh, Ron, is so thick, so big … I love your big cock, it makes me feel wonderful …"
"Shit, gotta fuck you hard," he groaned when his entire shat was inside her and her perfect ass was pressed against his hips and lower belly.
"Yes, please!"
Ron moved his hands from her hips to her tits and grabbed them, using them for leverage as he began a fast, hard fucking. The noise of his hips slamming into her ass and her constant moans of pleasure were so erotic he found himself approaching a new release sooner than he had expected, giving how strongly he had cum barely five minutes ago, yet he didn't slow down, her pussy felt too good for that. Instead, he moved his right hand back to her clit and began to rub it in circles.
"Oh, yes, Ron, touch my clit! Gods, I've cum thrice and you're going to give me another! You're amazing, Ron!"
"No, you're fucking amazing, love! You cum so easily, fuck, it's so sexy!"
"It's because you turn me on so much, Ron … I've dreamt about this so many times I can't get enough of you and your fat dick! Gods, it feels so good in my pussy! So good!"
"No, your pussy feels so good! Shit, I wanna fuck you all the time, Hermione! I'd have you speared on my cock 24/7!"
"Gods, Ron, yes!" she moaned, her pleasure growing. He fucked her even harder, kneading her tit even more roughly, and she wriggled her bum in response, using her hands on the wall to push harder against him, as if wanting his cock to go deeper.
They continued fucking for another five minutes, their arousal growing and bringing them closer to another blissful release.
Finally, with a loud shout of 'Cumming again on your cock!" Hermione orgasmed, her pussy fluttering and trapping his member in a vice grip. Ron thrust harder, working against the added tightness, which only drove him wilder and hornier and, ultimately, triggered his release, and soon he was firing another thick load into her welcoming snatch.
"Fuck, Hermione … Oh, fuck, so good …" he moaned in bliss and relief, resting his head against the back of hers.
"Was it good?" she asked after a few seconds, turning her head to look at him.
Ron, with his softening dick still inside her, kissed her lovingly before responding.
"Bloody fantastic. It feels so good to cum while I slam into your perfect ass."
Hermione laughed and moved, causing his dick to fall from within her depths. Both moaned at the loss as she turned to face him. "It's a shame I can't keep your amazing cock in my pussy, Ron," she commented, putting her arms around his waist.
"Shit, Hermione, you keep talking like that and I'll have to fuck you again."
"And what would be the problem?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Ron put his own arms around her and grasped her bum in his hands, giving her a squeeze. "Merlin, woman, you're insatiable."
"Mmmh, my pussy can't get enough of your fat, virile dick, Ron …" she said. Ron stared at her, blinking a few times, and then both burst into loud laughter.
When they stopped, they held gazes for a moment, and then he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss that she eagerly returned. They snogged for a while under the water, Ron kneading her ass and enjoying the feel of her fleshy tits against his chest. She was simply incredible. How had he managed to live without having her like this until now?
"But you can't get enough of me, either, can you?" she asked once they ended the kiss, continuing with their previous talk.
"No, I can't," he admitted. "Fuck, I should have kissed you years ago."
"Yes, you should, but you can make up for it now," she responded, tilting her head once more to seek his lips. Ron obliged her and kissed her hard, moving his hands to her tits. Even though they hadn't managed to have sex the previous two days, every time they had a snog alone, even a quick one, he hadn't wasted the opportunity to touch her breasts. Maybe it was just the novelty, but he hoped not.
Hermione broke the kiss and looked down at his working hands, a smile on her face.
"You can't stop touching them, can you?"
"Fuck, no, they're so amazing … You don't know how many times I watched them, fearing I wouldn't ever be able to know how they feel. So now I just can't stop."
"Well, I don't mind at all," she said, kissing his jaw. "I love your hands on my body, Ron. When you touch me, even if just a caress, I feel so desired, so wanted, and I love that."
"Merlin's sagging bollocks, Hermione, you drive me completely mad. I can't think about anything but you."
"Good," she said, kissing him on the lips once more. "Now we really should wash and go down. We've been at this for a while."
"Shit, you're right," he said, the idea of her parents walking in on them in the shower together vanishing his growing arousal.
They stopped kissing and showered, though they couldn't avoid the other's body completely. Ron couldn't help but wash her tits once more, and Hermione copped a good feel of his ass and also was the one to lather his dick in soap and make sure it was clean, her eagerness making him moan and almost getting him hard once more.
Finally, they stepped out, clean and relaxed, and used their wands to dry their bodies before moving to her room to finish dressing.
"I don't get to choose your underwear today?" he asked with a fake pout, watching her putting on a rather conservative — compared to others she owned, but still sexy — blue silky set of bra and panties.
"No, today's my choice. You've already come twice in my pussy, Ron, I think you're good for today," she said, turning to smirk at him.
"You cheeky witch," he said, grabbing her sides and tickling her. "I'll teach you how many times I need to feel completely satisfied, and I can already tell you that two aren't near enough!"
Hermione moved her hands to cover her heart and then exclaimed, in mock admiration, "My virile man!" before bursting into raucous laughter.
Ron laughed as well, marvelling at how happy he felt. Being in love was — No, being in love with Hermione was the best thing in the world.
They went down to the kitchen, Ron feeling rather hungry. However, before he could grab something to eat, he noticed the letter on the top of the table and the handwriting of his mother.
"Ah, yes, it came while my parents and I were having breakfast," said Hermione, noticing Ron's stare.
Ron took the envelope and started opening it. "And why didn't you bring it to me when you came up?"
"Well, Ron, to be honest, the moment my parents got into the car the only thing in my mind was how quickly I could take my panties off so you could eat me out."
Ron stared at her, open-mouthed, and then shook his head, letting out a chuckle. "You're incredible, you are," he said in a low voice as he extracted the parchment from the envelope. He read it under Hermione's stare. When he had finished it, he looked at his girlfriend with a blank expression.
"What? What is it? It's not something bad, right?" she asked, concerned and, apparently, feeling a bit guilty. "I should have given it to you as soon as it came, I just didn't think —"
"Hermione …"
"— something was wrong. Sorry, Ron, we can go there right now if you —"
"Hermione!"
"— want and — What?" she said, finally acknowledging he was talking to her.
"There's nothing wrong. Charlie has been promoted to Director of the preserve, and he invited Mum and Dad to go for the party and so they could relax for a few days. But they have to leave in just six days and they'll be there for a week, so, either I've got to go back home earlier to go with them, or I would have to stay here until they come back."
"Director of the preserve?" she repeated. "Ron, that's wonderful! Your parents must be so proud!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly.
"Yes, so it seems," Ron nodded with a grin. "Good for Charlie."
"So — what are you doing?" she asked, not managing to hide the fact that she felt a bit disappointed he would leave sooner than expected, if only for three days.
"Well, Mum says Ginny is not going. She'll stay with Luna. And well, though I'd love to see Charlie and congratulate him, I'd have to stay with just Mum and Dad afterwards, and I'd rather stay with you and your parents, to be honest. But I don't know if —"
"Yes! Definitely, yes!" Hermione exclaimed, a grin breaking into her face.
"Well, I'm glad you're so enthusiastic, but we must tell your parents first," Ron insisted. "We were going to leave in eight days, and now I would have to stay for almost another week."
"There won't be a problem," assured Hermione, sounding happy and eager. "My parents will love that we can stay a bit more. They'll have me longer and they love you here, Ron. It's always the three of us, it's fantastic that you're with us. You can't imagine how much livelier the house has been."
Ron's ears turned a bit pink, but he smiled. "I want to ask them before writing back, though. Mum insisted on that."
"Okay. And what about Harry?" she asked.
"Mum says she's written him as well, so I suppose he'll stay with Sirius a few more days."
"Good. Oh, Ron, I love when we are the Burrow, but I won't lie, I'm so glad we'll have a few days more to ourselves," she declared, giving him a tight hug that he was quick to return, kissing the top of her head.
"Yeah, me too. To tell you the truth, now that we're together I don't fancy the idea of my mother keeping an eye on us all the time."
Hermione laughed. "And what about my parents?"
"You can't compare! Your parents are much more easy-going, they give us time alone. And your parents can't cast Chaperone Spells like Mum can, you know."
"Chaperone Spells?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide open with that typical interest she showed every time there was something new to learn. "Really? I had never heard of those!"
"Well, you will once we're at the Burrow and she knows about us, you can be sure of that."
"Well, we're here now. Now, what do you want for breakfast?" she asked, taking some orange and peach juice from the fridge.
"Don't mind much," he said. "I should have got up sooner and have breakfast with you," he said, feeling a bit bad about it. "Mum would say I'm rude and lazy …"
"Well, you're rude and lazy," Hermione said, smiling, "but don't worry, Ron. We ate quite early today, as they had to go. In fact, had we not been — well, delayed, you would be having breakfast at the usual time."
"'Delayed'? he asked with a raised eyebrow as he poured himself some peach juice.
"Well, had we not started fucking, then," she amended bluntly and with a completely serious face, which made Ron laugh.
"I love you, you know?" he said after taking a long gulp of juice. "I'll have a few toasts with butter and marmalade," he added immediately after. "I think I got the hang of making them with that toaster device …"
Hermione eyed him with a raised eyebrow. "You think so?" she replied, and Ron's ears turned pink. "Yeah, I learned not to touch the little wheel with the numbers and that more heat does not mean the toasts are ready sooner."
Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "Okay then," she acquiesced, passing him the bread. "But if you burn the toaster, you're telling Mum and Dad."
Ron was eagerly taking slices of bread from the bag, but her words made him freeze on the spot. "Maybe it'd be a better idea if you did it …"
Hermione laughed again. "Oh, you look so cute," she commented, caressing his arm with affection. "It's okay, Ron. Just put as many as you want. I trust you."
"Okay," he said, a bit reluctantly.
Ron managed to prepare them without burning anything, and then Hermione helped him to butter the toasts and cover them in marmalade before pouring herself a glass of orange juice while he began to eat.
"Do you want to go for a walk later?" she asked him after a bit. "My parents must be about to come back," she said, glancing at the wall clock.
"Whi'evah' 'oo 'ant," he said with his mouth full.
"Ron!" she admonished him.
"What?" he asked after swallowing audibly. "I thought you liked my eating manners now?"
Her cheeks turned a bit pink, but she tried to act nonchalantly as she said, "I mean the way you stuff yourself, not the fact that you talk with your mouth full. That's still disgusting."
"You don't mind that I talk with my mouth full when I'm eating your pussy," he replied, giving her a lustful stare.
Hermione gulped and blushed even more, but the sound of her parents' car entering the backyard saved her from answering.
"Here they are," she said, looking out of the window. "We can tell them about your prolonged stay now."
Ron was finishing his last toast when Hermione's parents came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ron," said Mrs Granger, giving him a smile.
"Good morning," said Ron politely, getting up and carrying the plate to the sink, ready to wash it. Hermione smiled a bit. He knew she was pleased that he was making an effort to appear tidy and helpful to her parents.
"Mum, the letter from Ron's mum was to tell him that they're travelling to Romania in a week, as Ron's brother Charlie received a very important promotion. So, either he leaves sooner than planned, or he has to stay for another week. He prefers to stay."
"But I don't want to impose myself," interjected Ron rather quickly. "If it's an inconvenience I can just go home and —"
"Dear, you're anything but an inconvenience," said Mrs Granger quickly. "Of course you can stay. The house is much livelier with you here!"
"Thank you so much," said Ron, smiling. Hermione was beaming as well.
"We'll have to alter our plans a bit, then, dear," said Hermione's dad, speaking for the first time.
"Change plans?" asked Ron. "Oh, no," he said. "I'm sorry, I'll just —"
"No, no!" said Mr Granger quickly. "I think it's a good thing, in fact. You see, Hermione, your mother and I have been talking about going for a romantic holiday once you leave for The Burrow, but now we could go together, the four of us!" he explained, looking rather excited.
"A romantic holiday?" repeated Hermione, blinking at her parents.
"Well, it's important to keep the fire alive, dear," said her mother, smiling lovingly at her husband, who smiled back. Ron felt a bit uncomfortable. Though his parents were obviously very much in love, they were a bit more reserved in public. Hermione's parents, however, had no problem with kissing and even snogging a bit in front of them.
"And where were you planning to go?" asked Hermione.
"To the northwest of Spain," answered her father. "We can leave in six days and stay for a week. It's a bit warmer on the South, but we're English, and we've heard wonders about the food in there."
"Yes, we've already been looking for a hotel on the Southern coast of Galicia, just north of Portugal."
"An hotel?" asked Ron, worried. "But it'll be expensive and —"
"Ron, shut up," replied Hermione's mum. "It's been a while since last time we went for a holiday as a family. It was Italy, wasn't it? Before you went to Ron's house for that world cup?"
"Yes, it was," nodded Hermione.
"It'll be amazing, so no protests," said her mother in a tone that stated it was the end of the discussion.
"But if you were going to have a romantic escapade …" Hermione trailed off.
"Well, we're two couples, we can all have our alone time, can't we?" her mother said nonchalantly. At such words, Ron's eyes moved towards Mr Granger at once, wanting to see his reaction to him having 'alone time' with Hermione in a romantic holiday. However, he didn't seem to think anything of it as he poured himself some water and then drank.
"Are — are you sure?" Ron asked, wondering if he was still dreaming. He had had Hermione twice today, and now he was going on a holiday abroad? Things that good simply didn't happen to Ron Weasley.
"Of course we are," Hermione's mother assured.
"Why don't we have an early lunch today and go to the Travel Agency, then?" suggested Mr Granger. "And we could also do some shopping for the travel."
"Good idea, dear," said Mrs Granger. She looked at the two teenagers. "It's arranged, then," she added, clapping excitedly. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"
Ron couldn't help but smile. A true holiday — travel included — with Hermione. And at the beach, where she would wear a bathing costume …
This summer was turning out to be quite wonderful indeed.
I hope you liked it! Next chapter, in a few days! Have fun and be safe!