I hadn't read this chapter in its entirety in a long time, and when I did for revision I was astounded by how insane it is! And when I say insane, I mean in terms of length and the amount of smut in it.
It is so long that I'm going to split it in two parts, and, even so, any of them will be longer than any of the previous chapters.
So you get the first part today, which is basically pure smut. The second one, which contains a bit more of family life (and more smut) will be up in a couple of days. I hope you like how Ron and Hermione's sexual relationship is progressing as they become more confident with each other.
Chapter 8 (I)
Living a Normal Life — part 1
Hermione wasn't lying when she had told him she would show him how much she had liked what she had heard Ron say. The moment they entered her bedroom that night, she was casting soundproofing charms and then just pounced on Ron.
Now, barely five minutes later, they were both naked and Ron was sitting on the border of the bed, moaning, while Hermione knelt before him, sucking his balls while she stroked his hard cock.
"Oh, Hermione … Fuck, yes, suck my balls, take them into your mouth and move your hand faster.
Hermione just hummed and then did as Ron was requesting. The feeling was incredible and Ron couldn't help but think about how amazing his girlfriend was … and what a talented mouth she had.
"Fuck, that feels so good … Faster, Hermione …"
He felt her little hand move faster over his shaft and groaned in pleasure. He couldn't help but buck his hips, literally fucking her hand, while she used her tongue to lick his balls before sucking on them again, repeating the process a few times.
"Suck it, please," he said, looking down. "Suck my cock, Hermione."
"Yes, Ron. I love having you in my mouth," she said huskily, looking up at him with that look in her brown eyes that drove him wild with desire. She took his cock in her mouth, her eyes fixed on his, and began to suck in earnest, using one of her hands to knead his balls.
"Fuck, yeah! So good! Use your tongue!"
And Hermione did, swirling it around his tip as she sucked, harder and harder each time. Ron was in heaven and knew that Hermione was getting very aroused by sucking him, which, in turn, aroused him even further. He knew he wasn't going to last much more and wasn't sure if he wanted to cum in her mouth or fuck her already and spill inside her pussy.
Hermione tried to take him even deeper and Ron let out a loud grunt, barely resisting the urge to thrust forward and bury himself in her mouth.
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm so close … if you don't stop I'm —"
And then Hermione just released him and sat up, looking him into the eye. Her free hand went immediately to his cock and began to stroke him.
"Did you like it, Ron?" she asked sultrily.
"Fuck, yes … don't stop."
"Do you want to come?"
"Please … Take it back into your mouth, Hermione."
"And what if I do this instead?" she asked, and, getting closer to him, slid her tits over his cock.
"Fuck!" he swore, gaping at her. She smiled lustfully.
"Good, then? And this?" she asked, and then put his cock between her breasts and pushed them together, moving them up and down his shaft.
"Bloody fucking fuck!"
"Do you like my tits around your cock, Ron?" she asked in a sultry yet innocent voice that made him shiver.
"Fuck yeah, Hermione! Fuck I've wanked to this image!"
"Good," she repeated, moving her tits up and down and pressing them harder against his cock to increase the delicious friction. "Move your hips, Ron. Thrust between my breasts until you come all over them, like in your fantasies. Do it."
"Fuck, fuckfuck!" he shouted, moving his hips frantically, relishing in the incredible sensation and even better view she was giving him. He had never done this, though he had at times, been tempted to ask Lavender, as her tits were bigger than Hermione's. And now his Hermione was letting him do it, letting him fuck her amazing tits! And he hadn't had to ask! Wasn't she amazing? Wasn't he the luckiest sod on planet Earth?
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Hermione, it's so good, I'm about to cum!" he warned her, wanting to make sure she really didn't mind him coming all over her chest. But well, he had once spurted against her face, hadn't he? And she had found that hot …
An image of him taking his cock in his hand and wanking all over Hermione's face and tits popped into his head, and that was his undoing. With a roar, he thrust as hard as he could between her tits just as she pressed them even further against him, and then he was cumming, his cock spurting all over, hitting her in her neck and falling all over her tits.
"Fuck, oh, fuck, Hermione …" he moaned, completely spent, and, panting, he let his body fall onto the bed.
Hermione got to her feet, an expression of pure triumph on her face. He stared at her cum-covered tits in awe, almost unable to believe that she had let him do that … had done that to him.
"That was hot," she said, and then put her hands on her tits and rubbed his cum on them.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he yelled, staring at her as if he had seen her for the first time.
"Did you like it, Ron? T-tit-fucking me?" Despite how hard he had cum, seeing her and hearing her use that word made his cock twitch. Hermione caught the movement and looked down, smiling. "Mmmh, I like to see that he's wants to play again," she commented, and then slid a finger between her boobs, smearing it with his cum, before putting it in her mouth, sucking it clean. "I love the taste of your come, Ron," she declared, kneeling on the bed. "I could eat it every day."
"You only have to ask," he said hoarsely.
"Good to know," she said, grinning. Then she took her wand and cleaned herself. Then she moved and lay down on the bed, her head on the pillow. Ron moved to give her space and knelt on the bed, looking down at her. Hermione's gaze found his. "Are you thirsty?" she asked. "Maybe a bit hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Then come here, Ron. Come here and drink and eat until you're sated," she said, opening her legs to reveal her glistening pussy to him.
And Ron did. He got between her thighs and, forgetting foreplay, dove right into her cunt, giving her a few long licks before sticking his tongue as deep into her as he could.
"Oh, yesss," she hissed, putting her hands on Ron's head and pushing him against her pussy. Fuck, Ron loved when she was demanding when he ate her out. "Use your fingers. Rub my clit."
Ron acted as if he hadn't heard her for a bit, but then moved his mouth to her clit and began lapping at it while he put one finger inside her. She was so hot and tight that his cock, already hard, twitched, envious.
"Mmmh, yes, yes … another finger, Ron … oh, suck it, please …"
Ron added another finger and then, as she had requested, sucked hard on her clit, making her arch her back and pull his hair almost painfully. Pleased by her reaction, Ron began to pump his fingers in and out at a quick pace, making sure to curve them upwards to rub that spot inside her that made her see stars.
Hermione was now whimpering like mad, squirming on the bed and begging for release. Ron sped up his ministrations, knowing that, after the workout she had put herself by sucking him, she was already in the brink of release.
"Fuck, Ron, oooh, please, keep going … keep going … almost there … almost there!"
"Yes, love," he muttered between sucks. "Cum for me. Fuck my face and cum for me."
"Roooon!" she screamed, pushing his head hard against her and bucking her hips wildly. Ron gave her another long, hard suck on her clit and she came. Hard. "Oh, oh, oh, oooh, RON! God, yessss! Yess!"
Ron kept sucking and finger-fucking her during her orgasm and then stopped, knowing she would be too sensitive to stand it. He sat up, his mouth smeared with her juices, and grinned at her, who smiled back, sighing blissfully, her chest heaving with her breathing.
"Come here," she said, raising her arms. Ron lay on her, using his arms for support, and then Hermione grabbed his face and kissed him, hard, using her tongue and lips to lick her juices off his face. She moaned.
"Like how you taste?" he asked between kisses.
"Just from your mouth," she told him before engaging him in another heated snog.
As they kissed, Ron got between her legs and she put them around him, her heels pressing against his bum. He manoeuvred a bit, so the tip of his aching cock was against her entrance, and then shoved it in to the hilt, making the both of them break the kiss to moan.
"Fuck, Hermione, it never ceases to amaze me how tight you are."
"Good," she said, looking into her eyes. "Now enjoy it, Ron. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Make me see stars again."
Kissing her again, Ron began to pump into her, losing himself in her warmth. He could feel her tits squashed against his chest, the way her hardened nipples brushed against his skin. And her mouth, the way she was kissing him … She was raw passion, pure fire, and Ron didn't want another woman in his life that wasn't her. Ever.
"I love you," he muttered, briefly breaking her kiss. "Fuck, I love you."
"Me too, Ron, I love you so much. Now show me, Ron. Make love to me. Fuck me. Harder and faster, please."
"Fuck, yes," he whispered. "As hard as I can, Hermione.
"Ooh, yes, Ron, as hard as you can. I want to feel all of you inside me … stretching me … making me come … oh, Merlin …"
Ron sped up the movements of his hips, slamming into her with full force, burying his cock to the hilt each time, his entire body tingling with the pleasure she was giving him. Then he moved his right hand and slid it between their sweaty bodies to squeeze her left tit.
Hermione let out a loud moan, and Ron felt her tightening around him, increasing the already amazing feeling of fucking her.
"Harder, Ron … squeeze it harder, I'm about to come!"
"Yes, cum for me, Hermione. Milk my cock."
"Oooh, yes, Ron … God, you feel so good inside me … Fuck, I'm about to — Oh, Ron, Ron, Rooon!" she screamed, grabbing his bum with her hands and pushing him against her as she bucked under him, riding out her orgasm. Ron kept pounding into her to carry her through it, wanting to see her face contorted in pleasure for as long as he could.
Once she came down from her high, Ron stopped moving, and Hermione opened her eyes in confusion.
"Why do you stop?" she asked. "Keep moving, Ron," she demanded, thrusting up with her hips as she pushed him down with her hands, still on his ass. "Fuck me, I want to feel you coming in me."
"Oh, I will," Ron assured her. Raising his body, he knelt between her thighs, making sure his cock didn't leave her pussy, and grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders.
"Ron …?"
Ron smirked at her and licked his lips, enjoying the awesome view of her naked body, open for him. He bent over her until her thighs were almost touching her torso, and then gave her a powerful thrust, shoving his cock completely into her.
"OH, FUCK, RON!" she exclaimed, open her eyes wide. "Merlin, you're so deep inside me!"
"Oh, yeah," he said, and, retreating a bit, thrust again. "Fuck, you feel incredible, your pussy surrounds me like a glove."
"Move faster, Ron. Oh, God, this feels so — so good!"
Ron began to pound into her as hard as he could, desperate for his own release. Using the back of her thighs for leverage, he moved his hands and put them on her tits, giving her a hard squeeze.
"Fuck, love your tits, Hermione … love your tight pussy …" he groaned, their bodies colliding into each other with each forceful thrust of his hips. "I'm not gonna last …"
"Don't hold back, Ron. I want to feel you coming inside me so we can recover and do it again, and again, and — Oh, Ron, yes!"
"Fuck yeah, you're as insatiable as I am, aren't you, my naughty Hermione?" he asked, panting, already in the verge of orgasm.
"Yes, Ron, yes, I can't get enough of you, it's never enough of you …"
"Oh, fuckfuckfuck, Hermione!" he yelled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he convulsed and exploded inside her, filling her with his cum and squeezing her breasts roughly.
"Oh, Ron, Ron, I'm close again, please, don't stop … just a bit more …"
"Ca — an't" panted Ron when he could not move anymore. However, seeing how close and needy she was, he scooted down quickly and, using his hands to keep her legs in the air, buried his face in her well fucked pussy and began to suck on her clit.
"Wha— oooh, oh, Rooon! Oh, yes, oh, yes, yesyesyes!"
It didn't take long for Hermione. After less than a minute, Ron took his right hand from her leg and, as he gave her a long, hard suck, he thrust two fingers into her and she let out a wail of pleasure, cumming all around his fingers and coating them in her juices.
"Merlin's pants, Ron …" Hermione muttered, breathing heavily, when Ron lifted his head to look at her. "That was fantastic, thank you!"
"It was my pleasure," he said, and, with his eyes fixed on hers, he moved his fingers to his mouth to suck on them.
However, before he could do so, Hermione grabbed his hand, yanked it towards her mouth and, without breaking eye contact, sucked them clean of her juices.
"Fuck!" he swore, gaping at her, noticing how his cock hardened once more.
"I taste good, too," she said, licking her lips and smiling seductively at him.
"Your pussy is the most delicious thing in the world, Hermione."
"Mmmh," she moaned. Smiling playfully at him, she put her right foot on his thigh, and then slide it upwards until it brushed against his cock. She bit her lip, her eyes fixed on his. Ron let out a moan.
"Hermione …"
"I taste good, and so do you …" she said, "I wonder how the combination tastes …"
"The combination? What do you —?"
"You tried it just now," she said, getting to her knees. "And I want to try it too." And with those words he pushed against his chest, making him fall on his bum on the bed. Then putting her hair behind her ears, she lowered her head and gave his cock a long lick.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Mmmh, I think I won't be disappointed," she commented, and then engulfed half his cock and slurped on him, making his hiss in pleasure.
"Holy fuck, Hermione …"
"Warn me when you're about to come," she said in a low voice, and then began to suck on him the way she knew it drove him mad with desire.
"Ooh, oh, Hermione …"
Hermione applied her right hand to the task, too, using it to knead his balls. But what really shocked Ron was to see her move her left one to between her legs.
"Fuck, you're touching yourself while you suck my cock!"
"Yes," she said, releasing him momentarily. "I want to get close, too," she added before engulfing him again and giving herself to the task.
Having come twice in a short time, it took Ron almost eight minutes to reach the brink of orgasm, despite the remarkable talent of his girlfriend to suck his cock. Not that he really minded, just lying there while he enjoyed the treatment she was giving him. It was the longest blowjob he had ever received, and he wouldn't mind experiencing it again in the future, especially taking into account that Hermione didn't seem to mind in the slightest and seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
"Hermione, I'm getting close …" he said. He would have loved to just cum in her mouth again, but he was curious as to why she had asked him to warn her.
"Good," she said, releasing him. "My jaw was getting sore and I'm very close, too. Kneel on the bed, sit on your calves," she instructed him.
Ron did as told, his cock, wet with her saliva, pointing upwards proudly.
"Can you put your hands on my bum and help me move?" she asked, straddling him.
"Eh, year, I think so."
Smiling lustfully at him, Hermione lowered herself onto his cock, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them. Ron put his hands on her ass, giving her a squeeze, and then Hermione, put her legs around him.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "We're so close, and you're so deep. It feels wonderful."
"Fuck, yeah."
"Now help me move, Ron. Hard. Make us cum again. And please, suck my tits," she asked, arching her back and pushing them against his face.
"Fuck, woman …" he groaned, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard on it. Hermione squealed, and then Her pushed his hips upwards. He couldn't move a lot, so he used his hands to force her to move up and down his cock.
"Oh, oh, Ron, God, yes, oh, yes ... Oh, fuck, you're so, so hard …
"Mmmh," he moaned, not wanting to release the tit he was sucking. He bit slightly on her nipple and Hermione moaned loudly, pulling his head against her and moving her hips harder.
"Mmmh, oh, Ron …. Oh, yes … yes, yesss, ooh … God, I'm so close. Don't stop, Ron, suck me, touch me, fuck me!"
Ron's entire body was alive with pleasure, surrounded by Hermione's hot body, smelling her intoxicating aroma, hearing her moans …
His cock throbbed, and yet he knew that this position was not enough, he couldn't move as much as he wanted. But as soon as she orgasmed, he was going to throw her onto the bed and —
His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione pulling his hair painfully as her orgasm began. Her entire body was writhing now, and Ron watched, transfixed, how she threw her head backwards in pleasure.
"RON, OH, RON! Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming Ron!"
"Fuck, yeah, Hermione, cum on my cock … work me with that pussy!
"Oh, oh, oh, Ron …" she moaned, her movements slowing down. "God, I love you."
"Me too. But right now I need to cum, love, you're killing me there," he said, and made an attempt to push her onto the bed.
But, before he could do so, Hermione disentangled her legs from behind his back and, crouching just before him, forced him to lie down on his back. Ron stared at her, confused, and was about to ask her what she was doing, when she straddled his hips and then impaled herself on him once more.
"Hermione!"
"I want to do it myself, Ron," she said sultrily, her voice dripping with desire. "I want to make you come, to milk your cock until you've got nothing more to give."
"Bloody fuck …"
Hermione put her hands on his chest and then began to bounce on him, hard just from the beginning, using her muscles to squeeze him even tighter in her cunt.
"Oh, Hermione, Hermione … Oh, fuuuck!" he said, putting his hands on her hips to help her and countering her movements with his own.
"Mmmh, yes, Ron, come for me. Fill me with your hot seed. I want you to come so hard that you see stars!"
"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, oh, oh, Hermioneeeee!" he screamed, his mind unable to process another thought. He could feel himself throb inside her snug pussy, ready to burst. Fuck, it was going to be a strong one …
"Do it, Ron!" Hermione demanded.
Ron let out a guttural roar and then began to thrust upwards as hard as he could, making Hermione almost jump on him, and then just exploded, flooding her womb with spurt after spurt of cum, setting his body on fire with the pleasure.
"Yes, Ron, yes, like that! Like that, love …" she muttered lovingly when, unable to move anymore, he just lay on the bed, exhausted and more satisfied than ever before in his life. "I love you," she whispered, and, cupping his face with hers, bent over and kissed him.
"Loveya too," he said, still panting.
"Was it good?" she asked, caressing his face
"You need to ask?" he managed to say. "I thought my entire body was to melt and pour into you through my cock," he explained. Hermione laughed and then kissed him again.
"What about you?" he asked in return.
Hermione closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. "Mmmh, incredible."
They kissed softly for a bit, and then Hermione got off him and took her wand to cast a Cleaning Charm on them.
"I feel so blissfully tired," she declared, lying on the bed once more, this time with her head on the pillow. "I'm going to sleep like a baby."
Ron didn't want to move, but knowing that it would be harder with each passing second, he turned round on the bed and crawled towards the headboard. Hermione parted the covers and got under them. Ron grinned.
"What?" she asked.
"You're going to sleep naked," he answered, getting under the sheets and moving closer to her.
"I suppose so," she said, shrugging. "I'm too tired to get dressed and besides, I like the feel of your body against mine, without clothes."
"Yeah. And if we wake up in the middle of the night I can fuck you again."
"Oh, I think you've got more than enough, mister," she replied, her tone playful.
"Never," he replied, putting an arm around her and pressing her more closely to him. "I could fuck you a million times and wouldn't be enough, woman."
Hermione let out a chuckle and pecked him before resting her head on his chest, sighing contentedly. "Mmmh, this feels amazing. Good night, Ron."
"Good night, love," he responded, kissing her on the top her head, enjoying the tickling of her bushy hair on his face. And as he inhaled the marvellous scent of her hair, he couldn't help but wish he could have this every night for the rest of his life.
— o —
Ron grunted and wrinkled his nose, uncomfortable. Something was brushing against it, tickling him, preventing him from see the Slytherin chasers attempt to pass him and score …
He grunted again and then opened his eyes. He blinked a few times and moved his head, a bit irritated by that tickling, and then realised that Hermione's head was hovering over his, her hair falling all around her face, and she was brushing it against his, a teasing smile on her lips.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
"Oh, Hermione, gerroff!" he protested, irritated. "I was sleeping and having a bloody good dream."
"Were you?" she asked, interested. "And was I in it?"
"Yeah, you were. In the stands, cheering."
"Cheering?" she repeated, confused.
"We were about to win the Quidditch Cup against Slytherin," he explained grumpily.
"Sorry," she apologised, though it was clear she wasn't sorry at all.
"Yeah, well … What were you doing, anyway?"
"I woke up and was bored."
"You could have got a book a read. You've got plenty here."
"I didn't want to read."
"And do I have to pay for that? If you'd have let me sleep I'd be laughing at Malfoy or maybe snogging you in celebration."
Hermione sat up straight, crossing her arms (something that made her tits look even better, Ron noticed) and glared at him. "Honestly, Ron, you're telling me that you'd rather dream about snogging me, instead of actually snogging me?"
"Well, when you put it that way ... he contemplated, realising how silly he was being. He had Hermione here with him, in a bed, they were naked, she seemed to be in the mood, and he was whining about a dream? Was he insane?
They just looked at each other, neither of them moving or saying anything, until Ron finally spoke, "so — you want to snog, then?"
"Do you want to snog, Ron?"
"I think I want to do a bit more than snog, to be honest," he confessed, glancing down and the tent in the covers.
"Good, because that was why I woke you up." And before Ron could reply, she threw the covers off him, straddled his waist and kissed him. Ron put his hands on her back, and, as they snogged, slide them down, slowly, until the cupped her firm, round ass. He gave her a squeeze and she moaned against his mouth, rubbing her body against his.
"Ron …" she moaned against his lips.
"Hermione …"
She opened her legs wider and positioned herself so her pussy was just above his cock. Ron could feel her damp curls and pushed upwards, the tip of his dick brushing against her clit, making her moan again.
"Ron, I want you, so much," she confessed, kissing his neck.
"Fuck, Hermione, I know. I can feel how wet you are."
"Yes, Ron. I'm so wet for you. Do you like this?" she asked in a low, husky voice, sliding her body against his deliciously. She lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Do you like me rubbing against your hard cock?"
"Fuck, yes! It feels so good!"
"For me too. I love how your tip hits my clit. I think I could come just moving against you like this, Ron."
"But you don't want to, do you?" he said, kissing the tip of her cute nose.
"No," she admitted, shaking her head a bit. She was completely flushed now and looked absolutely adorable. Adorable and sexy in an oddly innocent way. "I want to come with your cock inside me. I need it, Ron. I need your cock."
"Then take it, Hermione. Take it in you tight, hot pussy and ride me until you scream my name."
"Not yet," she said, rubbing a bit harder against him. "I want you to tell me what you want to do to me once I had come all over your cock. Tell me, Ron."
Ron grinned smugly at her. "You like it when I talk dirty, do you? It turns you on."
"Yes," she admitted, blushing. "I can't help it. You say those things, you swore, and I find myself wet and wanting to take you again and again."
"Fuck!"
"Tell me, Ron," she said, increasing her rhythm again. "Tell me so I can fuck you the way I'm dying to."
"I want to fuck you against your desk, Hermione. I want to bend you over it, so your tits are pressed against the place in which you used to do your homework, get behind you and thrust into your eager pussy. I want to fuck you hard like that, slamming onto your perfect ass while my hands grab your cheeks and spread them, so I can see my cock entering your dripping cunt. I'll fuck you as hard and fast as I can, and then, when I'm about to cum, I'll take my cock out and wank all over your ass until I cum all over it like I've fantasised dozens of times!"
"Oh, oh, Ron …" she moaned. She was moving frantically against him now, completely aroused by his words and the way their sexes where rubbing against each other. Ron had feared, for a moment, that he had gone too far with his confession about wanting to cum all over her, but his doubts were instantaneously erased when Hermione raised her hips, put the tip of his cock at her entrance, and dropped her ass on his thighs, impaling herself on him completely. The two of them moaned loudly, relishing the way in which they were joined.
"Fuck, this feels so good, Ron!" she screamed, and, putting her hands on his chest for leverage, began to bounce atop him, raising her hips until only the tip of his cock was inside her and then pushing down hard and fast, enveloping him completely.
Ron stared at her, enthralled by the pleasure reflected on her face and the way her tits were bouncing. He wanted to touch them, squeeze them, but his hands were kneading her ass and he didn't want to stop doing that.
"Oh, oh, oh, Ron, oooh, God!"
"Oh, yes, like that, Hermione. Ride me harder and faster, show me how much you love fucking me!"
"Yes, yes, I love it, I love it!" She got at it even harder, and Ron knew she was going to come soon … and he hoped she did, because she was driving him to the edge too fast for his liking.
Ron gave her a slap on her bum, and Hermione squealed. An a moment later, she put on hand under his head and arched her back, making her tits even more noticeable, and used her hand to pull him towards her chest.
"Suck them, Ron. Suck my breasts, bite my nipples, make me come … oh, oooh!"
Ron took his right hand from her ass and used it to squeeze her left breast, and then too her right nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard, something not easy because of the way she was moving.
"Oh, Ron, yes, yessss, oh, oh, ooooh. Merlin, I'm almost there, Ron … I'm about to come …"
Struck by sudden inspiration, and wanting to make it even better for her, Ron moved the hand on her tit and slide it down her stomach and to her crotch. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him, confused, and then moaned very loudly when he used his thumb to rub her clit in circles.
"Oh, oooh, oooh, Ron! God, don't stop, don't stop, don't stoooo— Fuck, I'm coming, oh, Ron, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Hermione started moving erratically, and Ron began to thrust upwards, wanting to prolong her orgasm, until she couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed on top of him, breathing quickly and heavily.
"Oh my God!"
"Fuck, yeah," he said, smiling, feeling exhilarated by the way Hermione came when they fucked. "Good, eh?"
"Awesome," she managed to say between pants. "Merlin, I love you, Ron," she stated, moving her head so she was resting her chin in his chest and could look at him. "Promise me it will always feel this good."
"Well, I could, but I hope it can feel even better."
"Better?" she asked, astonished. "I think I'd pass out."
"That's my goal, then. Making you cum so hard you pass out."
"Mmmh," she purred. "Yes, that sounds good. You know I love it when you work hard and make an effort."
"And you know that, as far as you are concerned, I'll never mind working hard. And speaking of hard …" he said, thrusting his hips upwards for emphasis.
"Oh, yes …" she nodded, smiling. "You must be uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? Buried in your tight quim? Don't think so. But my little friend down there needs some action."
"There's nothing little about it," she replied, smiling mischievously. She put her lips over his, the kiss lingering for a bit, and then got up, clenching her muscles around him as she got off him, making him moan. She walked towards the desk, swaying her hips enticingly. Ron couldn't take his eyes from her curvy, round ass. Fuck, he loved that ass, and soon he was going to mark it as his …
His cock throbbed.
Hermione reached her desk and put her hands on it, pushing her ass back. Then she looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of lust.
"Come and get me, Ron. Fulfil your fantasy, fuck me into the desk until I can't walk."
"Fuck, Hermione!" he yelled, jumping off the bed and reaching her in two long strides.
As he got behind her, Hermione lowered her body on the desk and pushed her ass further back and into his crotch. He looked down, watching his cock snuggled along her crack and moaned. Hermione turned her head again, and, biting her bottom lip seductively, wiggled her bum, rubbing against him deliciously.
"Fuck!" he said, putting his hands on her cheeks and squeezing them.
"Yes, Ron. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me like this. You want it, don't you?"
"You can bet your perfect ass I do," he affirmed. Slowly, relishing the anticipation, he put his cock against her pussy, and then shove it into her in one powerful thrust.
"Ron!"
"Fuck, Hermione, so tight!"
"So big! Fuck me! Fuck me, Ron!"
"Merlin, yes, gonna fuck you 'till you can't walk!" he told her, and began to move in and out of her, hard from the beginning, the both of them too worked up for niceties. "Bloody hell, your pussy is incredible, Hermione, fucking amazing, can't stop thinking about it, about the way it fits around my cock, so tight and hot and wet … oh, fuck!"
"God, Ron! Don't stop, do it harder!"
"Love, if I go harder I'm gonna break your desk and fuck you into the wall!"
"Don't care, I just want to feel you as deep inside me as possible! Oh, Ron, oh, God!"
Ron tried to go even harder, torn between wanting to make it last, because how good it felt to fuck her like this, and the need for release. His senses where overloaded with pleasure, seeing her sweaty, arched back; feeling her round ass, that jiggled every time he slammed into her; hearing her continuous moans of pleasure; smelling her aroma, a combination of her natural scent, sweat and sex; and, above all, the feel of her walls sliding along his cock every time he entered and exited her.
"Hermione, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes, Ron, yes! Do it!"
Ron thrust into her a few more times, wanting to savour her until the last moment, and then took his cock, coated with her juices, out of her. He saw Hermione's head turn round to look at him and began to fist his dick, rubbing the tip against the crack of her ass. Moaning, Hermione wiggled it against him, wanting to feel him touching her.
"Come all over my bum, Ron. Cover me. Mark me as yours."
With a groan of pure pleasure, his cock swelled in his hand and streams of thick cum erupted from its tip, landing on her crack. Driven wild, he shook his cock left and right, sending thick globs of spunk all over her ass.
"Oh, Ron, I can feel it, it's so hot! And so much!" she moaned.
"Fuck, yeah! Good, you look so hot with your ass covered in my cum!"
As he enjoyed the aftershocks of his strong orgasm, Ron saw Hermione slid one hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit.
"Holy fuck! You're — you're touching yourself!"
"Can't help it … Ooh, oh, God … so close again!"
"Fuck, you're one horny witch!" Ron exclaimed. He couldn't believe how hot she looked, with her cum-covered ass and writhing on the desk, fingering herself. Ron's cock throbbed again, completely hard once more. Fuck, it was good to be him!
And, as he was hard — why not help her (and himself)?
Grabbing her, Ron turned her roughly, startling her.
"Ron, what —!"
But Ron didn't let her finish. He lifted her and sat her on the desk, getting between her thighs.
"Ron, my ass is covered in —!" she began to protest, but her complaint turned into a moan when he penetrated her again, his crotch slamming against her.
"Oh my God!"
"Keep touching yourself, Hermione, it is so hot!"
"Merlin, Ron, you've just ejaculated and are already — oh, oooh, Ron!" she screamed when he began to fuck her in earnest, clutching her hips so she didn't slid back on the desk.
For a while they just enjoyed Ron's rough pace, and then Hermione did as Ron had requested and began to touch herself, moaning shamelessly.
"Oh, ooh, Ron, yes, yes, make me come again!"
"I will! Want you to pass out on this desk! Gonna fuck you so hard that you'll get wet just by sitting in front of it!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop! Oooh, don't stop!"
Hermione leaned backwards until her head was resting against the wall, her body almost horizontally on the desk, which was shaking furiously because of Ron's hard thrusts. Ron stared at her hungrily, his eyes shifting from her face, to her tits and to he hand on her pussy. With her other hand, Hermione grabbed the border of the desk to help Ron keep her from sliding back, and Ron, realising he no longer needed to hold her with both hands, used his right one to knead her tits and pinch on her hard nipples.
"RON! Oh, ooh, Ron, I'm — oh, oooh, GOD, RON!" she exclaimed, her entire body shaking in orgasm. Ron felt her pussy clench around him and wished he could cum with her, but it was too soon after his last climax, and so he kept thrusting, trying to move even harder and deeper.
When her orgasm subsided, Ron saw her arms and body drop, too tired to move, son Ron, regretfully, released her tits and clutched her hips again to steady her. Hermione kept moaning, barely moving, while Ron sped towards his own release.
"Fuck, I'm getting close, Hermione! Gonna cum inside you this time … fill your sweet pussy …"
"Yes … oh, yes, Ron …" she said almost dreamily.
He could tell she was exhausted from their lovemaking, so he started to give her deeper thrusts, wanting to cum soon so both of them could rest and recover. Noticing the position her head was in was not the most comfortable, Ron grabbed her thighs and moved a step backwards, holding her ass in his hands so she could rest her head on the desk. Hermione managed to put her legs around with waist, and Ron resumed his thrusting, feeling his balls tighten inside her.
"Fuck, so close, Hermione …"
Hermione opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him. "Come for me. Come for me, Ron, I want you to. I want to see the pleasure in your face as you fill me up again!"
"Bloody fucking fuck, Hermione! Fuckfuckfuck!" he moaned, each 'fuck' accompanied by a hard thrust. And, finally, his cock swelled again and exploded, spilling another dose of cum into her eager body.
Too weak on the knees to support himself, Ron moved a bit and dropped onto Hermione's chair, panting heavily, and stared at Hermione, lying on the desk, her legs hanging from it and her pussy leaking his cum. He smiled contentedly, feeling utterly satisfied.
"This is what I call an incredible fuck," he joked, and then laughed.
Hermione laughed, too, and, sighing happily, said, "for Merlin's sake, Ron, I think you wore me out completely. I feel as if I could sleep the whole day."
Ron stood up and looked at her. "Well, I don't think you'll be very comfortable like that."
"Comfort has nothing to do with it, I simply cannot move."
"Come here," he said, grabbing her right hand and helping her to her feet.
Hermione grimaced a bit as she got up, her body having getting accustomed to the uncomfortable position.
"Thank you," she muttered. She turned round to face the desk and Ron took advantage of that to stare at her ass, still smeared with his cum. He grinned.
"Merlin's beard, Ron, look at the mess we just made!"
Ron moved a bit to the side and saw the surface of her desk covered in sweat and cum.
"It looks fine to me," he said teasingly.
Hermione gave him a soft slap on his arm. "Idiot! I can't believe I let you come on my bum like that. I don't know what you do to me."
"I bring out naughty Hermione, that's all," said Ron with a wide grin, feeling rather proud of himself. "And she is as horny and kinky as I am, if no more."
"Mmmh," grunted Hermione, neither wanting to admit it nor able to deny it.
Ron lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "in case you've forgotten, I've already cum on your tits and your face. And I've got to confess I enjoy cumming on you almost as much as cumming in you." Ron felt Hermione shudder at his words and his grin widened. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, making her turn her head towards him, but before she could say or do anything, he walked towards the bed, took his wand and cleaned the desk and her ass.
"There, problem solved," he said matter-of-factly. Then he took her hands in his and pulled her towards the bed. They both lay on it, facing each other. "You know, if you're still so tired we could sleep a bit more, just to recover, and then we could get dirty again," he suggested, half-joking, half-hopeful. "Then we could take another nap, make love once more, have a shower together (fucking there again, of course), go have lunch —"
"And have another round of sex," she interrupted, her lips slightly curved in a smile. "That's your plan for today? Sleeping, eating and having sex?"
"That sounds about right, yeah," he nodded, beaming like a child in his first visit to Honeydukes. "Ron Weasley's perfect day."
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Don't deny the idea is tempting you. Right now you've put Naughty Hermione back in the closet, you can't even say 'fuck' anymore, but I know she's dying to get out again and have fun."
"Well, I think she's got loads of fun these last days, she needs to rest for a bit."
"Oh, no, no, Mrs Granger," he said, pouting and imitating a child's voice. "Let her come out and play, please, please, please!"
Ron could tell that Hermione was making an effort not to laugh. Using her most serious expression, she replied, "you realise that Mrs Granger is my mother, don't you?"
"Fuck, Hermione! Don't mention your mother when I'm trying to get you to shag me again!" he exclaimed, horrified.
This time, Hermione actually laughed. "It was you who mentioned her, you know, so don't blame me."
"Well, mood ruined, hope you are happy …"
"Very much, yes," she said, smiling rather smugly, savouring her victory over him. "I think it's time for a shower and breakfast."
"Shower! Yes!" he yelled, almost jumping off the bed. "Together?" he asked, hopeful.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it again, apparently thinking about it. "Wasn't the mood ruined?" she asked.
"Yeah, but you made me think about your hot body under the water, all wet, your hands roaming over your tits … Oh, Merlin!" he groaned.
Hermione looked down, at his groin, and shook her head. "Already?" she asked, staring at his erect cock.
"Yeah."
Hermione looked into his eyes for a few moments and then, suddenly, moved her head towards his and kissed him in the mouth. Ron put his arms around her and she did the same, the kiss lingering for a while without turning into a full snog.
"God, I love kissing you," she said when their mouths parted.
"The feeling is mutual. You've got the most perfect lips … both in your mouth and in your pussy," he stated brazenly, watching her attentively for her reaction.
"Ron! Do you have to be so vulgar all the time?"
"Don't feign you don't like me saying 'pussy'. You don't mind when I'm licking it, don't you? Besides, now you use that name as well."
Hermione blushed, embarrassed, and avoided his eyes.
"No, that was Naughty Hermione," she defended herself. Ron laughed.
"Naughty Hermione, Prim and Proper Hermione, Smiling Hermione, Stern Hermione, Grateful Hermione, Hacked Off Hermione, Playful Hermione, Prefect Hermione … They are just aspects of you, and I love all of them," he blurted out suddenly.
"Ron …" she said, touched, her eyes brimming with all the love she felt for him. She kissed him again, this time passionately. They embraced, their bodies coming closed and their kiss intensified, making a new wave of desire wash over them.
"Still want to share that shower?" she whispered, a bit breathless. He could feel the air coming from her mouth on his lips, making them tingle, and shuddered.
"Always."
"Then let's go."
"Fuck, I love you, you know?"
"I know, Ron," she said, completely serious, and moved one hand to caress his cheek tenderly. "I know."
They had been under the water for less than five minutes when Ron's cock was completely hard again. He was just behind Hermione, washing her hair, watching the water fall over it and down her back and glancing at her round ass every ten seconds or so. Their bodies weren't touching, but his cock was just two inches away from her, and Ron was finding it increasingly hard not to rub himself against her.
"Mmmh, Ron, you should wash my hair for me every day," Hermione commented, half-moaning, making Ron's dick even harder.
"I'd do it every day for the rest of my life, Hermione. You know how much I love it, and besides, when I wash your hair you're naked," he added, grinning.
As a response, Hermione pushed her ass back, pressing his cock between their bodies. Ron moaned.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
"You're hard again," she stated, clearly delighted.
"Of course I am," he said, and, bending his knees a little, thrust his hips forward, encasing his cock in the crack of her bum. Hermione shook it a bit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body.
Ron moved his hands from her hair to her shoulders, caressing them, and then down her back until they were resting on her hips. He got a bit closer to her and, kissing her shoulder, he grabbed her hips and pressed his body harder against hers, seeking more friction.
"Fuck, I love your ass."
"You do, do you?" she asked playfully, moving it up and down so his cock slid along her crack, trapped between her supple ass cheeks. Ron moaned and began to kiss her neck, eliciting soft whimpers of pleasure from her.
"Fuck, yeah, I think I could cum all over it just by doing this," he said, thrusting harder against her.
"Mmmh, that would be hot, but it would be a waste, don't you think?" she replied naughtily.
"Any ideas where I should cum, then?" he said, moving his hands to her stomach, where he started to rub her in circles, the tips of his fingers brushing the curls between her legs.
"My mouth," she said, moaning. "I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm hungry. But," she added quickly, before Ron could say anything, "my p-pussy is pretty hungry, too."
"Bloody fuck, Hermione," he groaned, pressing his cock even harder into her and moving his hands to cup her tits, which he squeezed in the way he knew she liked.
"What do you say, Ron?" she asked between moans. "My mouth or my — my pussy?"
"Why not both?"
"Do you think you'll manage?" she questioned him teasingly, turning her head to look at him.
"Wanna bet?"
"It won't be — ah — necessary," she answered, biting her lower lip, her face reflection the pleasure she was feeling. "But, before that," she said, breaking free of him and turning round, "you are still too dirty. I should wash you."
"Yeah," he said, eager. "Yeah, you should. I'm very, very dirty."
Hermione put a lot of soap in her hands and then began to slide them all over Ron's chest and stomach, taking he time. Then, instead of moving lower, as Ron wanted, she tended to his shoulders and arms.
"Hermione …" Ron practically begged.
"Turn around, Ron. I need to wash your back."
Reluctantly, Ron complied, and Hermione began to apply soap to his back, moving her hands slowly but deliberately and driving him mad with desire.
Torturously slowly, she descended to his bum and began to knead it firmly. Ron moaned again and put his hands on the wall for support. Suddenly, Hermione slid one finger along the crack of his ass, brushing it against his asshole, and he whimpered, shocked by the pleasure it sent through him.
"Hermione!"
"You liked that, did you?" she asked, and moved her finger again, playing with his back entrance. Ron felt a sudden need to ask her to put it inside, but refrained, not sure about what that meant. He didn't have to worry about that for long, though, because a moment later Hermione moved her hand and, sliding it between his parted legs, cupped his balls and began to knead them gently.
"Holy fuck, Hermione! Don't stop, please!" he begged, parting his legs wider to give her more room. His cock was painfully hard now.
"I love playing with these," she commented, her voice dripping with lust and desire. "But you back still needs more washing … don't know how to solve this problem …" she thought, feigning doubts, and Ron wondered what she had in mind.
Fuck, I love this woman.
"Oh, I know," she blurted out suddenly, faking having found a solution to her 'problem'. And, a moment later, Ron felt her soapy tits brush against his back, her hands still on his bum and kneading his balls. "Do you mind if I use these as sponges, Ron?" she asked innocently.
"Bloody fucking fuck, Hermione!"
"I'll take that as 'no'," she added, moving her tits faster and harder against his back. Fuck, they felt so good, so full …
"I think I'm done with your bum," she kept talking. "So, now …" she trailed off.
And then she reached around with her right hand and grasped his cock firmly in it.
"Oh, fuckfuckfuck!" he swore, looking down. He could see her small hand grabbing his cock and sliding slowly up and down the shaft and had to close his eyes. How could she drive him so mad with desire? He had cum two times less than an hour ago, and another three last night, and yet he felt as if it had been a week!
"Mmmh, it's so warm and hard, Ron," she commented, still kneading his bollocks. "I think the appropriate movement to clean it is like this, isn't it?" she asked, and began to stroke him faster and harder.
"Fuck, yes, wank my cock, Hermione!"
"Wanking?" she asked, in mock surprise. "No, no, I'm just washing it."
"Whatever you say, just don't stop!"
Hermione stopped talking and began to work her hand harder, not forgetting moving her tits against his back. After a minute or so, Ron deduced, with his barely functioning brain, that her left hand must be getting cramped, because she took it from between her legs and, reaching around him, cupped his sac from the front, which allowed her to press her entire body against him.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione … Merlin, I'm gonna cum soon."
"Oh, no," she said, and took her hands from him, stepping back. Ron turned round, frustrated, and glared at her.
"Why did you —?"
"Shhh," she said, putting a finger against his lips, effectively silencing him. "I just washed it, we don't want it getting dirty again, do we?"
"Yes, we do!" Ron retorted.
"No, we don't," she replied in an annoyingly calm voice. "No we should rinse it," she said, and, taking the shower head in her hands and directing it to his cock, making sure to get rid of all the foam.
"Done," she said happily, putting the shower head back in its bracket.
Ron was going to say something, but couldn't, as Hermione just knelt before him and, giving him a sultry look, took half his cock in her mouth and before releasing him, slurping on it.
"Oooh, fuck … fuck …"
"Mmmh, I like it clean," she moaned, and then sucked it again, starting a rhythm that soon had Ron's legs trembling.
"Fuck, yeah, Hermione, suck my cock!"
Hermione moaned again around him, and then moved one hand to his balls and the other to his hip.
Ron stared at her, transfixed, as her bead bobbed on him, making him delirious with pleasure. He began to move his hips a bit, almost fucking her mouth, knowing he was about to explode, to fill her mouth. But, before that happened, he fixed his eyes on her jiggling tits and a new idea took over his mind.
"Hermione, I wanna cum all over your tits …"
Hermione looked up, her lustful eyes staring into his. They held gazes for a moment, and then she moaned in approval.
"Oooh, fuck!" he shouted, feeling his balls tighten, the idea that she was letting him do this again pushing him over the edge. "Almost there!" he warned
Hermione gave him a long suck, and then released him. She sat up and, cupping her tits in her hands, offered them to him.
"Do it, Ron," she said. "Come all over them. Cover them."
Clutching his aching cock in his hand, Ron began to wank furiously, his eyes fixed on her fantastic boobs, already imaging how they would look covered in his cum.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuck!" he groaned, feeling his balls contract and his cock swell. "Here it comes, Hermione! I'm cummiiiiiing!" he warned her as his cock began to shoot spurt after spurt of thick cum onto her breasts, moving his hand to point from one to the other.
"Yes, Ron, yes, like that! More!"
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck!" he shouted, giving his cock a squeeze so to spill every drop of cum onto her. Her tits were now covered in thick gobs of semen. Hermione grinned at him, and then licked the tip of his dick before taking his head in, sucking on it and licking it clean with her wicked tongue.
"Mmmh, yes, so good …"
"Not bad," Hermione commented once she had released him, looking down at her chest. She got up, and immediately Ron's hands were on her tits, squeezing them and spreading his seed all over them.
"Oh, Ron … "she moaned.
"Fuck, Hermione, you're the best girlfriend in this fucking world!" he exclaimed, and then kissed her with all the passion he could muster.
Hermione put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He could tell she was really excited and dying for an orgasm. Ron put his hands on her ass and squeezed her fantastic cheeks, relishing in the feel of the supple flesh in his big hands. Hermione moaned against his mouth, rubbing her body against his in a needy way. Ron snogged her harder, his tongue delving into her mouth, seeking hers, and she responded eagerly. The feel of Hermione's body and the sexy little noises she was making were causing his cock to begin to stir once more.
Embracing him with more force, Hermione raised her left leg and put it around his right one, sliding her feet up and down his calves. Groaning, Ron moved his right hand from her ass to her thigh and caressed it reverently. He could feel the heat coming off her pussy against his reawakening cock and it was driving him mad with lust once more. Fuck, he couldn't have enough of her.
"Ron, I need you," she said hoarsely against his lips. "Please."
"I'll make you cum, Hermione. Fuck, I'll make you cum so hard you see stars," he said, moving the hand on her thigh to between her legs. She moaned loudly when he grazed her clit, but a moment later she grabbed his hand and took it away.
"Hermione …?" he asked. Didn't she want this?
"Not your hand, Ron," she said. "Your cock."
Ron stared at her, drinking in her needy expression. Fuck, she was so sexy …
"I've just cum so hard, Hermione," he said. "And before, in the bedroom."
"I know you can," she pressed on, cupping him and making him let out a groan. "You see, you're already half-hard. God, I love your cock."
"Hermione …"
"Play with me, Ron; while you get completely hard. Please," she begged.
Ron kissed her once more, leaving them both breathless, while Hermione kept fondling his cock and balls. Then he moved to her neck, sucking on her pulse point until he left a love bite there. He switched to her ear, licking her earlobe before descending again, past her neck until he reached her breasts. He suckled on one of her nipples, using his hand to squeeze the other. Hermione put one hand on his head, pressing him further against her breast, forcing him to take more of it in his mouth, which he gladly did.
"Oh, oh, Ron … yes, more, suck me more!"
Ron switched breasts, giving the other the same treatment, and moved his hand to her pussy. He began to rub her clit slowly, using the hand on her ass to press her against his hand, increasing the friction.
Remembering what she had done to him, he moved the hand on her ass so one of his fingers delved into her crack and brushed against her puckered asshole. Hermione whimpered and her hand grasped his cock more tightly. Ron found himself completely hard again, between Hermione's ministrations and the fact that she liked him playing with her ass. He was going to have to investigate more about that …
"Ron, please, I'm so close …"
"Tell me what you want, Hermione," he ordered, licking her tits.
"Stick your cock in me! Now!"
Ron released her tits and, looking at her in the eye, he saw her desperation. "Put your legs around me."
Eager to get fucked, Hermione put her arms around his neck and jumped, clenching her legs around his waist. Immediately, Ron cupped her ass and pressed her against the wall, making it easier for him to hold her.
"Ron, I can't wait anymore, fuck me!" she demanded.
Ron didn't bothered to be gentle and thrust hard, burying his cock balls deep in her pussy.
"Oh, oh, fuck, YES!" she screamed, tilting her head backwards.
"You want it hard and fast, Hermione?" Ron asked huskily, beginning to thrust into her at a fast speed, relishing the way her incredible tight cunt clenched around his pole.
"Yes, yes, Ron. Harder!"
Ron increased his tempo with each thrust, and soon was fucking Hermione as hard as fast as he could in that position. Hermione, moaning wantonly, clenched her legs tighter around him so they were even closer, if that was possible. Taking advantage of their position, Ron began to kiss her neck, moving down to her cleavage. He couldn't reach her nipples this way due to their height difference, so he contented with biting the top of her breasts.
"Ron …" she moaned.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"Ron …" she said again, as if wanting to ask for something.
"Tell me, Hermione. What do you want?"
"What — what you did earlier … with your finger …" she said sheepishly.
Ron furrowed his brow, not understanding at first, but then gaped at her, realising what she wanted.
"Fuck, yes," he said, and moved one of his hands so his middle finger was at her asshole, and began to caress all around it, adding a bit of pressure.
"Mmmmh, yes, yes … It feels so good … Fuck, I'm close! Oh, so close!"
"Cum for me, Hermione. Coat my cock with your juices."
"Add a bit more pressure with your finger … Oooh, oh, yes, yes, oooooh!" she moaned when he did what she had asked. His finger was almost entering her asshole, and he marvelled at how tight that ring of muscle was. He wondered how it would feel around his cock and he throbbed with desire.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck!" he grunted, thrusting wildly into her, making sure to rub against her clit every time.
"Ron … oh … oooh, Ron, Ron … Oh, God, oh, Ron, I'm — I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming!" she cried, her pussy spasming around his cock. She kiss him hard, whimpering against his lips and driving him mad until she stopped moving, her body boneless between him and the wall.
Ron wasn't done, though, so, after giving her a few moments to recover, began to thrust his hips again, needing to cum.
"Hermione …"
"Finish, Ron," she said, looking into his eyes, a blissful expression on her face. "Fuck me and come inside me once more. I want to feel it, I want you to feel the same pleasure you gave me."
"Hermione, fuck, yeah … gonna cum hard … fill you …" he groaned, fucking her hard, concentrating on the feel of her perfect pussy around him, squeezing him …
He was getting tired, but barely two minutes later he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell and, squeezing her asscheeks and pressing her hard against him, he exploded into her, filling her once more with his seed.
"Fuck, oh, fuck, Hermione …" he panted, his head resting on her shoulder while Hermione's hand caressed his head and back.
"That was amazing, Ron," she commented happily. "You are amazing."
"So are you," he said, putting her down and staring at her face. "That thing with your ass …"
Hermione averted her gaze, her face pink.
"It was so hot."
"You think so?" she asked, looking at her again. "Don't you think it's — gross?"
"Gross?" he asked, looking at her as if she was barmy just for asking. "Of course not!" he assured her. "If you liked that, I can do it to you whenever you want. And if a finger is not enough … Well …" he trailed off, glancing at his spent cock.
Hermione gasped, blinking rapidly. "Seriously?" she asked. "You — you'd like to try … that?"
"Fucking your ass?" he voiced for her, and then snorted "Fuck, I bet it feels incredible. It felt even tighter than your pussy around my finger, so — Why? You want to try it?" he asked, not managing to hide the hopefulness of his voice.
"No!" she said quickly. "Well — I don't know … I mean, you're rather big, Ron."
"Yeah, yeah … Don't worry."
"We should finish washing and head down for breakfast," she said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, we should. I'm famished."
They both washed their bodies in silence until Hermione spoke again. "Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"It really was amazing."
Ron grinned at her. "I know. It always is, with you."
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