And here it is the second part, which is even longer than the first. Sorry for the 24-hour delay, I couldn't post yesterday.
As I said, there is more than smut here, including the awaited dinner with Ron's parents, and an interesting chat between Harry and Ron.
And to the guest reviewer that said they were writing a R/Hr fic with smut — hooray! Yes! I hope you've get it ready soon! I'll be sure to review. And, who knows? It might inspire me to write more one-shots or short stories…
Chapter 8 (II)
Living a Normal Life — part 2
"Really, I don't know why we wizards are stuck with the wireless, when we could have this," Ron commented, his eyes fixed on the screen, where two guys (Bruce something and Samuel something-else, according to Hermione's dad) ran through New York City to prevent some madman from destroying it with bombs.
"Are you enjoying the film, then?" Hermione's dad asked, grinning at him.
"Yeah! Muggles are really amazing!" he exclaimed in awe. "Those blokes could do with Apparition, though," he added, pointing at the screen. "I'm getting tired just watching them run."
"I think we all could do with Apparition," Hermione's dad said, nodding. "Just not having to deal with traffic would be so fantastic!" he said, letting out a dreamy sigh.
In that moment, Hermione and her mum came from the library, both carrying books, and sat on the other couch. Ron looked at her girlfriend and grinned at her. "Hermione, you've got to watch this film, it's simply fantastic!"
Hermione stared at the screen for a while, blinking. "Another instalment of the Die Hard series?" she asked, clearly not impressed.
"Yes, sweetheart. The third one," answered her father.
Hermione snorted. "Too violent for my tastes," she said dismissively, and opened her book.
"You don't like it?" Ron asked disbelievingly. "But — it's fun!"
"For you, maybe. Watching a group of people shoot each other until all of them bleed to death is not my idea of fun, Ron."
"Well, they're not really bleeding," Ron countered.
"Still."
Hermione's dad laughed. "Don't bother, Ron. Hermione's not very keen on films, especially action ones."
"Well, she doesn't like Quidditch much, so I shouldn't be surprised."
"Well, I prefer a good book, thank you very much," Hermione replied, slightly offended, as if Ron had suggested she was boring or something like that.
Ron and Hermione's dad finished watching the film while Hermione and her mum alternated reading and talking in a low voice and. Then, after turning off the video player, Mr Granger, yawning, told them he was going to bed.
"Me too, love," Mrs Granger responded, closing her book and getting up. Hermione stood up a moment later, too. "You can stay here if you want," her mother told her. "You haven't got to work tomorrow, after all, and Ron seems to enjoy the TV," she added, grinning at him. "Good night."
"Good night," echoed Ron and Hermione.
"Well, are you tired or do you want to stay here a bit longer?" Hermione asked him.
Ron turned towards the stairs, and, when her parents were out of sight, moved to the same couch as her and asked, grinning mischievously, "are you asking me if I am tired, or if I want to go to bed?"
"Do you want to go to bed?" she replied, her eyes fixed on his.
Ron moved even closer to her, put his arms around her and rested his hands on her jean-clad bum, which had been enticing him the entire day. "What I want, Hermione, is you." Hermione gulped.
"After all the sex we've had today, you're still horny?"
"It's been almost twelve hours, love, and you know you've been teasing me all day, flaunting your shapely ass in these tight-fitting jeans," he explained, and squeezed her, which also made her body get closer to his.
Hermione let out a soft moan when she felt his erection against her.
"Let's go to bed," she muttered, and Ron beamed, pleased that she was as horny as him.
"Are you tired, then?" he asked.
"Ron …"
"Are you tired, Hermione?" he asked again, wanting her to admit that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"No."
"Why do you want to go to bed, then?" he pressed, his voice low and dripping with lust.
Hermione stared at him for a moment, and then frowned and disentangled herself from him.
"What are —?" Ron asked, suddenly perplexed.
"On a second thought, I'm perfectly fine here with my book," she said, and sat down again. "You can keep watching TV if you want until you're sleepy," she stated, and then she took her book and opened it again.
Ron stared at her, perplexed. Fuck, she had seen right through his game. He frowned. So, she thought she had won, had she? Okay then, he could up the game a notch. He sat down next to her, but not too close, and looked at the TV, though without really seeing her. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Hermione was apparently reading. Smiling inwardly, he waited a minute or two, and then, leaning against the back, he used one hand to open his trousers and lower the zip, and then took out his still hard cock and began to stroke it slowly, still looking at the TV.
"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed. Without stopping, and maintaining a straight face, he turned his head to look at her, who was watching him open-mouthed.
"Wanking," he said matter-of-factly. "As I said, I am horny, and, as apparently you aren't, I'm helping myself. You don't mind, do you?"
"I don't m—? I mind that you are doing it here!" she exclaimed, trying not to raise her voice. She glanced towards the stairs before looking again at him.
"Just keep reading and ignore me. I'll finish soon and then I can keep watching the TV," he said, increasing the pace of his strokes.
Hermione looked completely astonished. "Ignore — Ignore you? How I am going to ignore the fact that you're masturbating next to me, Ron?" she asked, fuming.
"Help me, then," he dared her. "It'll be quicker and much more satisfying that way."
"Are you serious?"
"Don't you want to?" he asked, his voice a bit more seductive. "It's so hard, Hermione. And I know you like to touch my cock, don't you, love? Or even better, you could suck it and swallow my load. It'd be much cleaner that way …"
Hermione just stared at him, gaping like a fish and unable to mutter a word. Ron saw her flushed cheeks and the way her eyes darted towards his cock every now and then. She was horny, too. Fuck, he wanted her hot little mouth around him …
"Cat got your tongue, love?" he pushed, smiling. "You want it, don't you? To suck my cock here in the living room, while your parents are just above us … it's naughty, isn't it?"
"N-No, I — you —" she stammered.
"Don't deny it, Hermione. Admit it and you can suck it 'till I cum in your mouth. And then I can lower those sexy jeans and your panties and eat you out right here, just like the other day …"
"Ron …" she said, trying to sound admonishing but failing miserably.
"Admit it, Hermione," he replied, moving his hand faster.
Hermione stared at his hand and cock for a few seconds and then, letting the book fall onto the couch, she bent over and, slapping his hand away, took his cock into her mouth, deeply.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" he sighed in pleasure, trying hard not to be loud. "Mmmh, yeah, suck it, Hermione. Suck me off with that pretty mouth of yours …"
Hermione was already at it, bobbing her head fast, her right hand cupping his balls and kneading them. Ron put his hand on her head and caressed her hair softly, encouraging her to take him deeper.
"More, love. Take more of me into that sweet mouth you have. You like sucking my cock, don't you?"
"Mmm," she said, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
"Keep going then. Make me cum and then I'll eat your pussy so good you'll melt."
Moaning around his cock, Hermione began to suck harder, taking him deeper, making Ron grunt in pleasure. His hips began to move almost involuntarily, wanting to get even deeper in her mouth, to fuck her face. Fuck, he was close …
Hermione intensified her sucking, determined to make him cum as soon as possible, probably spurred by his promise of eating her out, and Ron began to thrust upwards a bit harder, his hands caressing her head and back, revelling in the pleasure she was giving him.
"Fuck, I'm just there, Hermione … Gonna cum in your mouth, fill it — Oooooh, cumming! Fuck, Hermione, swallow it! Swallow it all!" he shouted, trying desperately not to make too much noise, overwhelmed by the pleasure of cumming inside Hermione's mouth and feeling her swallowing around his cock.
Finally, his strong orgasm subsided and Hermione sat up, a satisfied smile on her face. And before Ron could thank her, she, to his complete astonishment, opened her mouth and showed a pool of his cum on her tongue.
"What the fuck —?" he began to say, but, before he could finish, Hermione, her eyes fixed on his, swallowed audibly and then licked her lips clean.
"You taste wonderful, Ron."
"Holy fucking fuck, love …"
"Did you like it?"
"Did I like it? I fucking loved it!"
"Then I hope you're willing to return the favour …" she whispered seductively, biting her bottom lip.
"Fuck, yes … Give me that pussy, Hermione," he grunted, his voiced dripping with lust.
"Let's go to my room, Ron."
Ron stared into her eyes. "Why? I want to do it right here, on the sofa."
"Ron, I'm not going to take off my jeans here!" she protested.
"You had no problem in sucking my cock," he replied, palming it for emphasis.
"You haven't got to get your trousers completely off," she countered, folding her arms.
Ron grinned at her. "But I don't want to go to bed yet, Hermione."
Hermione huffed, annoyed, and Ron's cock twitched in response. Fuck, she looked so hot when she was riled up. She glanced at it briefly and then said, "OK then, you wait here. I'll take care of myself in my room!" and without another word, she disappeared upstairs, leaving Ron open-mouthed and dumbfounded, his cock still hanging out. Holy fuck, was she really —?
After a minute, he broke out of his reverie and, hurriedly, he tucked his cock and buttoned his trousers. He turned off the TV (it took him another half a minute) and then went upstairs, feeling giddy with anticipation as he moved towards her room.
Gulping, he opened the door carefully and peeked inside, but, to his disappointment (sort of) Hermione was still in her black underwear, folding her clothes. Ron allowed himself a moment to admire the way her sexy knickers hugged her fantastic ass before speaking.
"You haven't started, then?" he asked, testing her mood. He didn't think she was really mad at him, but better safe than sorry.
Hermione turned round and scowled at him.
"I was getting undressed," she said. "What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to stay downstairs?"
"Well, I was hoping the show here would be better than the one on the TV," he said, smiling lightly.
"Sorry, but what I'm going to do, it's for me, not you, so leave. I'll call you when I'm finished."
Ron stared at her bemusedly.
"Are — are you serious?"
Hermione frowned. "Why? Did you think I was joking?" she asked defiantly. She gave a step towards him. "Let me say it clearly, Ron: I'm going to masturbate on my bed. I'm going to put my hands inside my panties and touch myself until I come, do you get it? So get. Out!"
"But — I want to watch!"
"Surely you do, but as I said, I don't want you to."
"Hermione …" he pouted.
"Get out, Ron."
"What if I help you? What if instead you touching yourself, I eat you out? You love when I eat you out!"
Hermione's mouth twitched a bit, as if she wanted to say something but was doubting whether to do it or not. Ron grinned inwardly, knowing full well that she was considering his offering.
"I'll make you cum as many times as you want, and you won't have to do anything in return."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously. "Really?"
"Really. You know I love making you cum. Please."
Hermione bit her lip again, driving Ron mad. "As many times as I want, you say?"
"Yeah," he answered, nodding eagerly.
"All right then," she accepted, getting on the bed and lying down, displaying her slender body in a rather enticing way. With her eyes fixed on Ron's, she took off her knickers very slowly, and then opened her legs invitingly, showing her already wet sex to him. "Do it, Ron. Make me come, and make it really good."
With a groan, Ron began to take off his clothes, but when he has taken off his jumper and t-shirt and was about to unbutton his trousers, Hermione stopped him.
"You needn't get naked, Ron. The only part of your body you're going to need is your mouth and your hands, and those are already bare, so …" and she opened her legs wider.
Ron stared at her for a few seconds, and then got on the bed between her open thighs, and then dove right into her curls, giving her a long lick and grunting after smelling and tasting her arousal.
"Mmmh, yes …" Hermione moaned, pleased. "More, Ron."
Ron gave her another long lick, and then began to eat her out eagerly, wanting to savour her juices and feel her writhing in pleasure due to his ministrations. Soon, he was fucking her with his tongue while he caressed her swollen clit with his long nose and kneaded her bum with his hands.
"Oh, Merlin, Ron! Don't stop! More!" she demanded.
Ron kept doing it that way for a few minutes, but increasing his pace over time. Hermione's moans got louder and louder. At some point, she pushed the cups of her bra down and began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples. Ron's cock, already hard, throbbed at the sight. Immediately, he moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it hard, fingering her pussy with two fingers.
"OOH, OH, YES, YESSS, RON! Just like that, just like that! Don't — fucking — stop!"
"Never, love. Cum for me. Drench me in your sweet juices," he said before eating her again like a man possessed.
Hermione's body convulsed on the bed and, half a minute later, she let out a cry of pleasure and came hard.
"Oh, oh, oooh, RON!"
"Mmm, love," Ron said, grinning, and he gave her slit a few long licks to capture her juices. "You taste so well …"
"Mmm …" was the only reply.
"Did you like it, Hermione? Did you enjoy me eating your fantastic pussy?"
"Yes …" she moaned, content. "It was brilliant."
"Good."
Hermione opened her eyes and stared at him. "But you're not done, Ron. You promised me that you would make me come as many times as I wanted … and I'm not satisfied. Not even close."
"But aren't you too sensitive?"
"Right now, yes," she nodded. "So come here and kiss me, and when I'm ready, I want you to finger me until I come again."
"Fuck, Hermione, I love it when you talk like that."
"Come here, Ron."
Ron slid up until he was lying next to her, his body partially covering hers. They stared into each other's eyes for a bit, revelling in the love they shared, and then Ron leant down and kissed her, softly. However, Hermione was having none of it, and a moment later she put her hands around his neck and brought him harder against her to intensify the kiss, which soon turned into a full heated snog.
"Mmm, Ron … now," she whispered between their fevered kisses. "Touch me."
Ron groaned against her mouth, and, plunging his tongue into hers, put his right hand on her tits, kneading them and then pinching her stiff nipples, making her moan. After a while, he released her mouth and began to kiss her jaw and neck, allowing her to moan louder. At the same time, his hand descended down her stomach until it brushed her curls. He played with them for a bit, arousing her even further, which he could tell by the why she was squirming. Ron continued teasing her for a few moments, and then, sensing her impatience, slid his finger down so it brushed against her excited clitoris (making her whimper) and then along her wet folds.
"Oh, Ron …"
Ron bit took her earlobe between his teeth and then put one of his fingers inside her, revelling in her tightness and hotness. He claimed her mouth once more, muffling her cries of pleasure when he started to move his finger in and out of her. He increased his rhythm slowly before adding his thumb to the fray, rubbing her clit with it and making her almost scream.
"Oh, God, Ron!"
"Do you like it, Hermione? Do you like me touching your pretty pussy?" he asked huskily.
"Yes, oooh, yes, Ron! Harder, please, finger me harder!"
Ron complied with her request, and, besides going at it harder, he added a second finger.
He was now pumping her at top speed. Unable to keep kissing him, she broke free from his mouth so she could moan freely, her eyes closed. Ron just stared at her, his breath ragged due to his own arousal. He would never tire of seeing her like this, so free, so wanton, so passionate … as sight just for him and him alone.
Wanting to push her even further, he moved his head lower and began to kiss her tits. Hermione groaned in approval and, putting her hands on his head, pushed him harder against her so he would take more of it in his mouth, what he gladly did. When he sucked hard on her nipple, Hermione's back arched and she practically howled.
"Oooh, Ron! Oh, yes, yes! Suck harder! Make me come! Merlin, make me come!"
Struck by sudden inspiration, Ron moved his thumb faster over her clit and used and stretched a third finger so to touch her asshole and caress it.
Hermione came almost immediately, moaning so loud Ron was sure the Silencing Charms would break. He kept moving his fingers, watching her face as she was consumed by her powerful orgasm, until she clamped her thighs hard around his hand to stop him from moving.
"Merlin, Ron …!" she moaned, opening her eyes and looking at him with a blissful expression etched upon her face. "That was — was …"
"Fucking awesome?"
"Yeah, that's a good way to express it," she nodded, breathing heavily. Ron couldn't help but stare at the way her round, firm tits moved as she breathed, and began to kiss them reverently.
"Mmm," she moaned contentedly, caressing his hair.
"Satisfied?" he asked between kisses.
"Mmm, just for now," she answered. "But I want more, Ron. God, I want more and more of you. Make me come again, don't ever stop."
"Fuck, Hermione, you're as insatiable as I am, or even worse."
"And you love it," she said, grinning.
"Right I do."
"Then kiss me, Ron. Let's kiss until I'm ready again. I want to you to lick me again … while I ride your face."
"Fuck."
"Yes," she nodded, bringing his face towards her. "Yes, Ron, you'll fuck me with your tongue." And before he could say anything, she claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss.
They kissed for a long time, until their lips were red and swollen, but Ron didn't complain. Few things felt better than snog Hermione while she rubbed her naked tits against his chest.
After a while, though, Ron felt Hermione's body starting to squirm again, her thighs rubbing together, and, suddenly, he found himself lying on his back, with Hermione straddling him while she kissed him as hard as she could.
"Now, Ron," she said, in a low and husky voice, "I'm going to ride your talented mouth. I want to fuck myself on your tongue and nose."
"Holy fuck, Hermione …"
"Make it good, Ron," she demanded, before moving up his body until her shapely thighs were around his head and her crotch just above his face. He felt his mouth water and his cock twitch at the sight of her dripping, swollen sex. Then, she lowered her body on him and rubbed herself on his face, letting out a moan of pure pleasure.
"Mmm," Ron moaned, taking his tongue out and lapping at her slit and making sure his nose brushed her clit every time she moved.
"Ooh, yes … More …"
Hermione began to move a bit quicker, rubbing harder against his face for maximum friction, which excited Ron even further. Seeing her like this, so wanton, so focused on her own pleasure, using him this way made his cock ache with want.
Her moans became louder, making Ron want to grab his dick and wank, but Ron resisted, putting them on her supple ass cheeks and caressing her soft skin while the pace of his licking increased. Hermione pressed herself even more onto him and sped up, her moans and soft cries indicating how much she was liking it and how close se was to a new climax, which she reached in barely no time
"Oh, oh, Ron …!" she whimpered, her body convulsing atop his face. Ron licked her up hard, his tongue a blur against her cunt. He wanted to drink everything she had to offer. "Fuck, so good!" she stated finally, dropping onto the bed next to him, her breasts moving with her heavy breathing.
Ron licked his lips, both due to wanting to taste more of her and to the sight she offered. His cock was impossibly hard and he was nearly desperate in his trousers. She moved, opening her legs a little while she sighed contentedly, her eyes closed. Ron, eyeing her wet, swollen pussy, got on his knees and moved towards her.
"Where are you going?" she asked suddenly, her eyes fixed on him.
"Between your legs," he answered. "I'm going to fuck you right now, Hermione. I'm about to explode."
"Explode if you want, but keep your cock away from me," she warned him.
"What!?"
"You can't fuck me."
"I made you cum three times!"
"'I'll make you cum as many times as you want, and you won't have to do anything in return'," she mimicked, throwing his words back at him.
"Well, you needn't do anything, I'll do all the work —"
"No," she replied dryly. "Did I say I was done?"
"You aren't?" he asked. "But —"
"But nothing," she cut him. "Sit down right there and wait, or you can go and sleep in the guest bedroom."
Ron stared at her open-mouthed and a bit hacked off. He took off his trousers and, for a moment, he contemplated wanking right there while she watched, but then, letting out a grunt, lied down next to her, staring at the ceiling, and cursed himself and his mouth.
Next time you better think before opening your big gob, you idiot! His raging libido scolded him.
They stayed like that for a bit, in silence. Ron hoped his erection would go down, but he knew it was a lost battle: he was too horny, he had a naked Hermione next to him and could still taste her on his tongue.
Two or three minutes later, he saw her move from the corner of his eye and turned his head. She rolled over and then got on her hands and knees. Ron gulped at the sight of her hanging tits and her ass. His cock was screaming at him to get behind her and —
"Get behind me, Ron," Hermione said.
"What?" was he hearing correctly?
"Get behind me."
Ron practically jumped on the bed, and was behind her in a second. Lowering his boxers, he grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke, staring hungrily at her round ass and her still dripping, inviting pussy. He moved forward a bit.
"Lick me, Ron."
"What?"
Hermione turned her head to look at him, saw his cock in his hand and frowned. "What were you going to do?"
"Er — I thought —"
"You though wrong. Lick me, Ron. Now!"
Sighing, thinking that there worst things than having to lick your hot girlfriend's pussy while she was on all fours before you, he put his hand on her ass, gave her a squeeze and parted her cheeks. Hermione opened her legs a bit more, giving him more space, and lowered her head.
Ron inclined his head and gave her a tentative lick along her entire slit, making her moan softly, and then lapped at her clit a few times quickly.
"That feels good, but I don't want you there, Ron."
"What do you —?"
"Lick my asshole, Ron," she asked (a bit shyly, he noticed).
Ron lifted his head and looked at her, shocked.
Hermione looked forward again, clearly not wanting to look him in the eye, and then repeated, "My asshole, Ron. Lick it."
"Are — are you sure?" he asked, still surprised by her request.
"Yes! Do it, please."
Ron looked down, at her delectable ass, and spread her cheeks to see that little hole. It looked so tiny. He remembered the feeling of his finger there, how tight it was, and his cock twitched when he imagined how it would feel to stick it in there …
"Ron," she urged. Shaking his head, he got out of his daze and, spreading her cheeks as much as he could, he gave her a slow, light lick to see her reaction.
"More."
He did it again, pressing further, and he felt her squirm before him.
"You like it?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice husky. "More, Ron. Lick my asshole. Do it!"
Abandoning all restraint, Ron dived into her, burying his face between her fantastic buttocks, and began to lick her hard, almost angrily, sliding his tongue around th hole before pressing his tongue into her. The flavor was strong, so different from her pussy, and it excited him. Who could imagine that Hermione would ask him to do something so dirty and perverted to her … and the she would enjoy it.
"Oh, ah, ah, Ron … yes, it feels so good. Keep going and … use your fingers too."
Ron continued working her asshole, feeling his cock twitch at her words. Fuck, he was so hard his bollocks almost hurt. He moved his left hand from her ass cheek and began to caress her clit and slit slowly.
"Mmmh, yes, oh, yes. More. More."
Ron put his tongue in her hole and began to fuck her bum with it, moving it in and out quickly, while he put his thumb in her pussy while still caressing her clit with his first two fingers.
"Oh, oooh, yes!" she screamed, almost in sensory overload due to all the things he was doing to her. "Oh, oh, Rooon! Fuck, keep going, this — feels — so — good!"
Ron increased his rhythm, wanting to make her cum as strongly as possible, hopin then she would have mercy and help him in return. He began to truly devour her ass, grunting in an animalistic way, his arousal reaching unprecedented levels. In his mind, his cock was buried in that tight, fitting hole, and he was cumming, and cumming, and cumming …
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Ron, almost there … almost — there!"
"Cum form me," he said, his voice distorted and muffled by her shaking ass. She was pressing against him in a desperate way.
And then, he felt her two holes clench his fingers and his tongue, and she let out a yell of pleasure that he thought would break the Silencing Charm, before dropping onto the bed, boneless.
"Oh, God …"
"Good?" he asked, savoring her taste in his tongue. Not in a million years would he had thought he would lick an asshole and enjoy it.
"Oh, yes …" she muttered between pants. "So, so good." Ron looked at her, seeing her just lie there, breathing heavily, until she spoke again. "Those were four fantastic orgasms, Ron. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, a bit stiffly. Please, tell me I can fuck you, please, please, please …
She turned around, letting him see her fantastic body, which only made the situation worse, and looked at him. "I could sleep for a day."
"Oh. Okay, then," he said. He got off the bed and took his clothes, ready to go to the bathroom and have a wank, though right now he was almost as angry as horny. For a moment, he even thought he wouldn't come back to her room. It was true that he had teased her, and he had promised to make her cum as much as she wanted, but never would he imagine she would be so selfish.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he answered whitouth looking at her and sounding harsher than he intended. "I need some release, too," he added before he could restraing himself. He hadn't intended to say that, but part of him wanted to make her feel guilty.
"Ron."
He put his trousers on, ignoring her.
"Ron, look at me," she said softly, almost begging. Ron sighed, trying to push down his anger. It was hard to be mad at her when she sounded like that. Finally, he looked at her. She was now sitting on the bed, still naked, her face worried. Fuck, she was so beautiful it hurt. He sighed again.
"Look, it's okay. I told you you didn't have to do anything. But I feel frustrated, okay? Doing all those things to you …"
She got off the bed and approached him.
"I said I could sleep, Ron, not that I was going to." Ron stared at her, blinking a few times, feeling dumbfounded.
"What?"
"You really thought I was going to leave you like that, after everything you did?" she asked, and now sounded a bit hurt. "I was just teasing you. Maybe punishing you a bit, but —" she stopped talking when Ron caught her in a tight hug.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in her wild, lovely hair. "Merlin, I am an idiot."
"You certainly are," she said, moving away and looking him in the eye. "But I love you anyway, and I want you to feel good. So — why don't you get naked?"
Ron looked down, his expression sheepish.
"It got down by itself," he whispered.
"Well, I'm sure I can make it react, don't you think?"
Ron looked at her. "Really? Do you really want to? I don't want you to do anything you don't —" he began to say, but she silenced him with a soft kiss.
"Have I ever done anything I didn't really want?" she asked him, and he shook his head. "That's settled then. Now get naked an come to bed, Ron."
Ron watched her move backwards and sit down on the bed. She put her hands behind her to support her and opened her legs a bit, giving her a fantastic view of her tits and pussy while she kept her eyes fixed on his. Ron's cock hardened again almost immediately.
It took Ron five seconds to get completely naked, with his cock standing proudly. He moved towards her, and, when he was going to lie on top of her, he moved forwards and took his cock in her mouth in one go.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Mmmh," she hummed around him, making him shiver with pleasure.
"Hermione, oh, Hermione … fuck, your mouth feels so good," he moaned, watching her suck him.
She treated him for a while, and then, releasing him, lay down on the bed and spread her legs for him.
"Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me. Don't worry about me, I'm completely satisfied. I just want to feel you inside me, filling me … coming in me."
"Oh, fuck!"
"Yes, Ron. Fuck."
Ron got between her legs and on top of her. He waited for a moment, watching her, and then kissed her, hard. At the same time, he penetrated her forcefully, marveling at the way her still wet pussy received him in its tight embrace.
"Oh, Merlin, fuck, you feel so good," he moaned against her lips.
"Mmmmh, Ron, yes, put it all in me. Fuck me, Ron. Hard and fast. Do me the way you want and need."
"Fuuuuck!" he groaned, and began to do exactly that, giving it to her with all his might, pounding into her body with powerful thrusts. Using one of his hands for support, he put the other on her tits, squeezing them roughly.
"Oh, Ron … Roon …"
"Fuck, Hermione, goiing to cum! Going to cum so hard!"
"Yes, do it!" she moaned, putting her hands on his bum to encourage him and opening her legs wider to allow more penetration.
Ron got even more savage, fondling ther tits wildly and fucking her so hard and fast the bed was creaking and hitting the wall.
"Oh, Merlin, Hermione, your pussy … Fuck, your pussy … It feels so good, so … FUUUUCK!" he yelled, shaking above her, his cock expliding inside her cunt, filling her with his hot semen in long, thick spurts that made him feel delirious with pleasure.
"Oh, bloody hell, Hermione …" he moaned when his orgasm subsided, lying carefully on top of her body, his cock still inside her. He closed his eyes, sighing happily, and smiled when he felt her kiss his forehead.
He sighed again and then, lifting his head, looked down at her.
"I love you."
"I love you too," she responded, and they kissed, enjoying the feel of their joined bodies.
"So, you liked me licking you asshole?" he asked her a while later, when they were already under the covers, snuggled together. He felt, more than saw, her blush.
"Mmmh," she said non-commitally.
Ron laughed. "You can't deny it, love. You already said you did, didn't you?"
"I wasn't exactly myself right then," she replied in a low voice.
Ron laughed again. "No, you were Naugthy Hermione. Though I didn't know you could be so naughty."
"Ron," she said, clearly very embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry."
"It's just — I made you do that … And now I almost can't believe I did."
"Well, you had already cum three times, so I don't think you can blame it on being too horny."
"Well, I was. When you said you would make me orgasm as much as I wanted, that I could use you for my pleasure, it — well, it drove me a bit wild, I've got to admit."
"You don't have to apologise for that, it was hot seeing you like that."
"And — don't you think it was gross? Licking me there. Getting your tongue in — in my bum?"
"Well, at first I thought that maybe it was, but I really liked it. Doing that to you … knowing you liked that … fuck, I couldn't help but imagine if you would like my cock in there and it made me so horny."
Hermione moved her head and looked at him in the almost complete darkness. "So you really want that, then? To have anal sex with me? I know we talked about this in the morning but —" She shrugged, suddenly shy.
"Anal sex?" he asked, a bit lost.
"It's how it's called."
"There's a name for fucking in the ass?" he asked, astonished.
"There's a name for everything, Ron," Hermione said, now amused by his reaction. "You don't think you're the first person to imagine it, do you? I mean, how do you think homosexual men have sex?"
"I know people do that, Hermione. I just didn't know there was a name for it." He looked at her suspiciously. "How do you know how it's called?"
"I like to read."
"I didn't think you could read about that in the Hogwarts library."
"I don't just read books in the Hogwarts library, Ron. And don't change the subject: you — you want to do it? To — to put your penis in my in my bum?"
"Well, I'd love to try," he admitted. "I mean, it was so tight … But we don't have to do it!" he said quickly. "I mean, I know — or imagine — it may hurt."
Hermione didn't say anything.
"Do you — do you want to try it?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"I don't know. The idea scared me a little, despite it felt good when you used your finger. And tonight I liked it even more. And I loved your tongue … Your cock is much bigger, though. But — maybe. So far I have liked everything we've done … But I'm not saying we will," she added, correctly interpreting wath he was thinking. "I've got to think about it and see how things go."
"It's okay, love," he said, giving her a quick kiss. "Your pussy and your mouth are more than enough for me," he added.
"You're so vulgar," she complained, though she was smiling.
"And you love it." Before she could reply, he was kissing her, passionately. When they parted, he lay on the bed, bringing her down with him. "Let's sleep, love. Good night."
"Good night, Ron," she said, snuggling into him. "And thanks again."
— o —
"So how's it been? Being here?" Harry asked Ron next Friday. When they had sent the Grangers' invitation for Ron's parents to have dinner with them, Hermione had suggested they brought Harry and Ginny along, so they had fetched them from Hogwarts before coming. And now the four adults were talking animatedly in the kitchen while Hermione's parents finished cooking; Hermione and Ginny were sitting on the couch speaking in low voices; and Harry had taken advantage of the time and had dragged Ron to a corner to talk to him privately.
"Good, really good," answered Ron, nodding and grinning. "Hermione's parents are great, and we've had a really, really good time," he explained, beaming, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend. He turned his head towards his best friend when he noticed he was eyeing him curiously. "What?"
"How good is 'really, really good'?" Harry asked shrewdly. Ron blushed.
"Oh," blurted out Harry, instantly reminding Ron of Hermione's dad 'oh' that day. "So, you — Hermione and you …?" he trailed off.
"Yeah," Ron nodded, blushing. "I've been sleeping in her room, in fact."
"Really?" Harry asked, surprised, looking at Ron as if he were some sort of Quidditch star. "Whoa …" he exclaimed, impressed.
"Yeah, as I've told you, her parents are great."
"You're a lucky bastard," commented Harry with a grin. And yet Ron could tell there was something odd in his friend's voice. Envy, maybe? And then he remembered what Hermione had told him before Easter. He followed Harry's eyes, who were watching Ginny. For a moment, he imagined Harry doing to Ginny what he was doing to Hermione and he closed his fists, but he felt bad about it immediately. If someone deserved some happiness and love, it was Harry. And he knew that Harry would treat Ginny right. Certainly, much better than he had treated Lavender. Had he been single, what he was considering right now wouldn't have crossed his mind, but maybe the fact that he had a girlfriend and felt blisfully happy had changed him. Hopefully, for the better.
"Harry," he said after a while. Harry moved his eyes from the girls to him.
"Yeah?"
"Do you fancy Ginny?"
At once, Harry began to cough, causing Ginny and Hermione to stop talking and look at them.
"Harry, are you all right? Do you want a glass of water?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"No, no, I'm — I'm okay, thanks," he said hurriedly, still red in the face. The girls stared at him for a few more seconds and then resumed their talking. Harry looked at Ron, eyes big as saucers. "Why — why did you ask me that?"
"Is it true or not?" Ron insisted. "Hermione says it is."
"Hermione says —? Oh, fuck!" he swore in a voice as low as he could manage.
"Yeah."
"Well, I don't know what gave her that idea, it must be this thing with you, now she sees romance all around. Maybe she feels bad because she thinks I'm alone or something crazy like that —"
"Harry —"
"— but I assure you, I haven't done anything with her, we just —"
"Harry, I'm not mad."
"— talk a lot, and well, she's funny and — what?" he asked, shocked, when he realised what Ron had said.
"I'm not mad."
"You — you aren't?"
"No." Harry stared at him disbelievingly. "Yeah, I know," Ron explained, knowing full well what Harry was thinking. "However, if you hurt her I'll have to kill you, Chosen One or not. But I suppose you'd do the same to me if I hurt Hermione, so we're even. Besides, you could do with some — some snogging," he finished with difficulty.
Harry stared at him, mouth-open, as if Ron had suddenly sprouted wings or something like that.
"Snogging?"
"Yeah — and just snogging!" he warned. "But well, it's okay, you with her. I mean, you're practically family already, so …" He shrugged.
"You — you're giving me permission?"
Ron glanced at Ginny. "Well, I wouldn't say that, especially if she — they — could hear me … So let's just say I wouldn't mind if you two got together. But of course, if you don't fancy her …" he trailed off.
"I do," Harry blurted out at once. "I — I really do. I mean, she's great, isn't she? She's pretty, and funny, and cheerful and —"
"Yeah, yeah," nodded Ron, cutting Harry's tirade. "If you say so …" he looked at Ginny. "She's just my annoying little sister, but if you see her that way good for you, I suppose."
They fell silent, now feeling a bit awkward after such a deep conversation, so unlike the ones they used to have.
"So, are you going to do anything about it?" Ron asked him after a while.
"Mmh … I don't know."
"She's fancied you for ages!" Ron exclaimed. "I mean, if it were so evident Hermione liked me, I would have asked her out months ago!"
Harry looked at Ron with a raised eyebrow. "It was evident, Ron. At least, for everyone but you."
"Yes, well, you don't need to remind me how big of an idiot I am, I've already got Hermione for that."
"Ginny liked me, but that was so long ago," Harry said dejectedly.
"Well, I'm sure she still likes you, and she's free now. If you don't make a move, some other git will and I'll be very hacked off."
"I know," Harry responded, clearly disgusted at the prospect of someone else asking Ginny out.
"You could always ask Hermione for advice."
"What? No!"
"Why not? She's good at figuring out things."
"It'd be awkward."
"More awkward than talking to me about my sister?"
Harry thought about it. "Good point."
"Talk to Hermione tonight. Then you'll have the entire weekend to do something about it." He glanced towards the kitchen. "I know tonight you're going to The Burrow instead of back to Hogwarts, so you'll have to avoid Mum, but well, she loves you, so no problem there," he said. Then an idea struck him and he added, smirking, "Well, if she catches you kissing Ginny, she'll start planning your wedding right away, she may even ask Bill to postpone his to Fleur."
Harry gaped at him, horrified.
"Ron! That doesn't help!"
Ron laughed silently. "Sorry, couldn't help it."
"You're an idiot."
"Hey, I can still retire my permission," he said in mock offense. "So you'd better watch yourself, Potter."
Harry was going to say something, but then Hermione's parents called for them to have dinner. As they headed for the kitchen, Ron approached Hermione.
"Can you talk to Harry privately later, before they leave?" he asked her so no one else could hear.
Hermione looked at him curiously. "About what?"
"He'll tell you."
Hermione stared at him, blinking. Ron stared back at her, questioning her with his look.
"Okay," Hermione said, looking at Harry, who was sitting down, unaware of their exchange.
"Thank you," he muttered to her, grinning, which caused Hermione to look even more perplexed.
The dinner transcurred, for the most part, rather pleasantly, among chatting and lots of laughter, though Ron's mum managed to embarrass him by asking Hermione's parents if he had behaved 'properly', making his ears turn red and Ginny to laugh at him silently.
The air turned a bit gloomier towards the end, when, after a moment of silence while they enjoyed pudding, Ron's dad coughed to draw everyone's attention and brought up the subject of war.
"William, Jane … Ron wrote me again and told me he and Hermione had explained you everything about the current … situation with He Who Must Not Be Named.
Harry let his fork fall onto his plate and gaped at Mr Weasley before turning his head to look at Ron and Hermione, a question on his eyes.
"Yes, they — they told us," Hermione's dad nodded, his expression dark.
"Ron also told me he and Hermione performed an ancient protection charm on the house, so you should be safe here. However, that still leaves your dental practice (is that how it is called?) unprotected. However, you needn't worry about that anymore. The Order will put some charms upon it as well, and we'll check on you frequently so we know for sure you're sound and safe."
"Oh … thank you, Arthur," said Hermione's mum, grateful. "To tell you the truth, this — situation has been a bit of a shock to us."
"Yes, yes, I can imagine, and we're sorry about that."
"It's not your fault, Arthur," interjected Hermione's father.
"I know, but still. I want to asure you, however, that we'll make everything in our power to ensure Hermione's safety, both at Hogwarts and whenever she's at out home."
"We know," Hermione's father said, nodding.
Ron felt Hermione's left hand grasp his right one, and he looked at her to find her giving him that adoring smile she reserved just for him, and he felt himself getting slightly aroused, knowing full well that there was more than love in that look.
After a Ron's dad had explained to the Grangers a bit more of how things were and the measures that would be taken to keep them safe, his mother changed the topic, stating that this was a celebration and not a moment for sad things, so they went back to the living room, where Hermione's dad took out a few bottles. Ginny said then that she needed to go to the bathroom, and Ron offered to show her the way, giving Harry a pointed look. Caughing his meaning, Harry offered to help Hermione bring a few glasses from the kitchen.
Ron was already sitting next to his dad when, five minutes later, Harry and Hermione came back, Hermione trying to conceal an smile and Harry looking a bit embarrassed. Ron smirked at him and Harry looked away, sitting on another couch and focusing on the TV.
The rest of the night went on pleasantly, with the adults talking and the four teenagers playing an old Muggle game Hermione had (scrabble), which left Ron and Ginny deeply frustrated, specially Ron, whose spelling knowledge was not the best. So, after a few rounds, they ended up playing in pairs, Ron and Harry against Ginny and Hermione.
Ron and Harry got defeated. Badly.
Finally, at around midnight, Ron's parents, Harry and Ginny left, though not before his mum embarrassed Ron once more by telling him — with a warning look — to behave like a gentleman.
"Mum!" he protested, his ears burning hot. From the corner of his eye he saw Hermione blushing, though, fortunately for her, no one noticed.
After they were gone, Hermione's dad turned towards him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks again, Son. For what you did."
"You're welcome," he said awkwardly.
"I'm sorry we're a nuisance, I'm sure that — that order has better things to do than to spend time and resources checking on us and making sure we're safe."
"Dad, you're not a nuisance!" protested Hermione.
"Of course not," assured Ron wholeheartedly. "Every life is worth saving, it does not matter whether it is Magical or Muggle. And you, being Hermione's parents …" he left the sentence unfinished.
"Thanks again."
Hermione's mother put a hand on her husband arm. "Let's get put the dirty dishes in the kitchen, we can clean in the morning, and we can go to bed. It's late."
"Mum, Dad, you've done more than enough. Why don't you go to bed? Ron and I can take care of it rather quickly."
"Yeah," nodded Ron, though he was dying to get to bed, and, though he was fairly tired, maybe some sex with Hermione.
"Well, as you can speed up things with magic, we won't refuse your generous offer," said Hermione's dad with a grin. "Good night, then."
"Good night," repeated Ron and Hermione, watching them walk towards the stairs and climb them up.
A moment later, Ron took out his wand and used it to levitate the dirty glasses and cups to the kitchen. Once there, he felt Hermione put her hands on his arms and turn him around to face her.
"I love you," she told him, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the lips while she put her hands around his waist.
Ron raised and eyebrow at her. "What was that about?"
"Can't I kiss my boyfriend?"
"You certainly can."
Hermione moved his hands to the nape of his neck and brought his head down for another, more passionate kiss.
"Thank you for worrying about my parents," she said once they parted, her fingers caressing his skin softly, which, added to her proximity and how alluring she looked in her tight jeans and fitting jumper, was arousing him greatly.
"They're family, Hermione. We've had this conversation before."
"I know, but still. And — thank you for talking to Harry."
"What did you tell him?" Ron asked, curious, moving his hands to the small of her back, spreading his fingers so the tips brushed the top of her bum over her jeans.
"To go for it," Hermione answered. "That he should just go and tell her he fancies her."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"It looks a bit — simple, doesn't it?" Ron commented, amused.
"It is simple, Ron."
"Then why did it took us so long?"
"Because we're idiots, I suppose," she responded, a playful smile on her face. "Specially you."
"Of course. That's the only think I'm better than you, isn't it?" he asked jokingly.
"Well …" she said, looking at him coyly. "There are other things, like Quidditch." She moved her hands down his arms softly, her touch delicate and tender.
"Yeah, definitely," he agreed.
"Chess …" she added, moving a bit away from him and grasping his hands in her smaller ones.
"That too."
"And making me come," she finished boldly, her voice sultry and full of lust, and then, while she fixed her eyes on him, user her left hand to put his right one down her jeans and panties. Ron moaned when he felt her pussy, already slick for him.
"You're wet," he commented huskily.
"For you," she replied. Without breaking their locked gazes, she unbuttoned her trousers and lowered the zip, allowing him to move his hand more freely, which he did immediately, caressing her folds and brushing against her clit, making her whimper in pleasure.
"I love touching you, Hermione," Ron muttered softly, using his free hand to grab her ass and push her against him while the other moved even faster inside her knickers. "You're so soft, so wet and hot …"
Hermione moaned, and she seemed to be struggling to keep her eyes open. Her entire face reflected the pleasure and lust she was feeling, making Ron feel elated and proud. Was there something better than knowing that he could bring her so much pleasure, than knowing that she couldn't get away from his hands, even here, in her parents' kitchen?
"Oh, Ron … yes," she moaned softly, and began to move her hips against his hand, seeking more friction. Ron squeezed her ass with his other hand, his eyes fixed on her delectable mouth, watching how her tongue darted out to moist her lips. Finally, unable to resist it anymore, he claimed her mouth with his, and thrusted her tongue inside, swallowing her moan, at the same time he plunged one finger into her pussy. Immediately, Hermione ground her hips against him an sucked on his tongue, hard, making him groan in response and kiss her harder.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable due to their height difference and how tightly pressed agaisnt him she was, Ron turned them round and moved a bit backwards, pulling her with him. She stopped the kiss, and looked up at him in protest, but Ron just used his thumb to rub her clit and fingered her even harder, making her close her eyes again and moan loudly.
"Shh, love, you don't want your parents to come down, do you?"
"Don't care. Just don't stop!"
"Fuck," he swore. He looked back quickly, and, using the hand on her bum, pulled a chair from the table and dropped onto it. Hermione opened her eyes again to see what he was doing, a question in her eyes.
"Come here," he said, and putting his hand on her waist (the other still under her white lace panties), he made her turn round so her back was against him.
"Ron, what —?"
"Sit down on my lap."
Hermione turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, but Ron began to move his finger again, even in that uncomfortable position, and she moaned again, a bit more softly this time. Ron the forced her to sit on him, groaning when her soft, delicious ass met his achingly hard cock. Immediately, Ron began to finger-fuck her again, making her squirm on his lap, exciting him even further. Hermione leaned against Ron's body, her head on his shoulder, and then curverd her right arm around his neck and brought his mouth to hers. They kissed hungrily, swallowing their combined moans, while Ron's hand in her panties moved ever faster. However, after a few minutes, Hermione broke the kiss and groaned, and not in pleasure but in frustration. Ron knew he wasn't touching her the way she liked because of their clothes, and obviously so did she. And so, in a bold move Ron wouldn't have expected (event after everything they had done), She raised her hips and shoved her jeans and panties down her legs before sitting again on him. Ron stared at her open-mouthed, relishing in the way her naked ass felt against him, even through his trousers. Hermione opened her legs as much as she could with her jeans and knickers around her ankles, and Ron began to move his hand once more, this time with much more freedom.
"Oh, yes, yes, much better!" she moaned, before claiming his lips once more.
After just a minute, Ron put his free hand under her jumper and the shirt underneath, and slid it up her ribcage until he cupped her left breast, which he squeezed over her bra, eliciting new moans from her.
"Yes, Ron, yes," she moaned against his mouth, her hips moving even more frantically against his fingers. "More. Put another finger in," she begged.
Ron complied immediately, and Hermione whimpered in pleasure, her back arching, pressing her tit even more against his hand. Ron began finger-fucking her as quickly as he could, and, soon, he was rewarded with a long cry of pleasure from her, and the exhilarating feeling of her cunt muscles squeezing his non-stopping fingers.
Finally, when she stopped moving and just lay on him, legs spread and chest heaving, Ron drew his fingers from her pussy and licked them clean, relishing in her taste. Then he looked at her and found her staring at him.
"You're delicious," he said.
"Ron, that was wonderful," she said a bit dreamily, biting her bottom lip. She lifter her right hand and caressed his cheek with her knuckles. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," he said, looking down her body. "I wouldn't ever have imagined I'd make you cum in your kitchen, with your trousers and panties down your legs while your parents are upstairs.
Hermione blushed. "It's your fault," she said, and made and attempt to get up. However, Ron put his hands around her torso and pushed her back against him.
"I like you here," he whispered huskily against her ear, and thrust his hips against her ass.
"Mmh, Ron …"
"You don't know what you do to me, Hermione."
"I know fairly well," she replied, and moved her ass enticinly against him. "But if I don't move, you won't get anything, will you?"
"I suppose," he said, kissing her again and sliding one hand back to her pussy. Hermione opened her legs wide at once, letting him touch her. "Fuck, your pussy is so hot and wet," he said against her lips as his index finger went back to her tight sheath.
"Oh, Ron …" she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. "Isn't your cock envious of that finger?" she asked, moving again against his hand, fucking herself with his finger.
"You can say that," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm so hard I could burst."
Upon hearing him, Hermione grabbed his hand and moved it away from her. Then she turned round, facing him, and dropped to her knees on the floor.
"Hermione …?"
Acting as if she hadn't heard him, Hermione took her wand and cast an Supersensory Charm on the stairs. Then, with another flick, closed the kitchen door.
"Hermione, what —? Fuck!" he swore when she dropped her wand and yanked his trousers and pants down his legs to free his erection. Hermione lowered them to his ankles, and then, her eyes fixed on his, took off her jumper and shirt, showing him her tits, encased in a matching white lace bra.
"Bloody hell, Hermione …"
"Tell me, Ron," she said sultrily, peppering his thighs with little kisses, without touching his cock.
"Tell you — what?" he asked, his breathing already heavy.
"What you want me to do," she answered, and thel gave his right thigh an long lick.
"Suck my cock, Hermione. Make me cum and swallow it all," he demanded.
Hermione let out a soft moan at his words, but, instead of complying with his request, she just gave the tip of his dick a lick and then moved back to his thighs. Ron glared at her and she smirked with mock sweetness.
"Make me, Ron," she dared him, her voice husky and inviting.
"What?"
"If you want me to give you a blowjob, make me," she repeated, and this time gave him a kiss on his bollocks, making his gasp.
Ron just stared at her, and Hermione, smiling moved back to his legs and gave him short licks to his skin, making his cock twitch.
"Hermione …"
"Make me," she repeated, continuing with her kisses.
Unable to stand it anymore, and excited by her request, he put his hand on her hair, and grasping a buch of it carefully, he pulled her head towards his cock until its tip was against her lips.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, and she did.
Immediately, Ron thrust his hips forwards and buried his cock in her mouth, making sure not to make her gag.
"Now suck," he ordered. "Do your best."
Hermione stared at him, their gazes locked, and for a few moments neither of them did anything. Then, Hermione closed her lips tighly around him and retreated, giving him a long suck.
"Fuck, yes! More!"
She put one hand on his balls and began to knead them, roughly and yet carefully, and took his cock back into her mouth, moaning. Her tongue swirled around his tip and Ron threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. Then looked down again, wanting to see her blowing him, to watch her lips slid up and down his pole, and then started moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth, almost fucking it. Hermione moaned even louder and Ron moved faster, using his hand on her head to help her along.
"Come on, come on, wanna cum, make me cum, Hermione!"
Hermione put even more effort into the task, and soon Ron was trying with all his might not to moan out loud and fucking her mouth hard. She was bobbing her had very fast, her tongue was doing wonderful things to the tip of his cock, and he could feel his balls tightening.
"Get ready, Naughty Hermione, I'm about to cum. Hard."
Hermione responded by taking in half an inch more of him, so he almost could feel touching the back of her throat. That excited him beyond measure, and so, he began to thrust a bit harder and, in seconds, his cock was spurting stream after stream of hot cum into her mouth, which she dutifully — and apparently gladly, based on her expression — swallowed.
"Fuuuuck, yeah!" he shouted, waves of pleasure coursing his body.
Finally, Hermione released his slightly softening cock and sat on her haunches, looking at him, licking her lips and with a satisified smile on her beautiful face.
"How was it?" she asked.
"Fucking fantastic," he answered, grinning at her. "What about you. Did you get what you wanted?" he asked huskily.
Hermione's eyes darkened a bit with renewed lust, and licked her lips again in a very deliberate manner. "I got a lot of it. That doesn't mean I don't want more, of course …" she added, caressing his legs.
"Of course," he said, his eyes fixed on hers. "Bedroom?"
"Bedroom."
They arranged their clothes hurriedly. Then, with a few spells, they took care of the kitchen, and went up the stairs, Hermione in front of Ron, who couldn't help but stare at her bum. He gave her a playful slap and she giggled, shushing him. Once on the top of the stairs, Hermione turned round, smiling, and Ron couldn't help but to grab her waist and kisse her passionately. Hermione responded with equal intensity, putting her arms around his neck and walking backwards towards her room. They crossed the door, almost tripping, unable to stop kissing, and then Hermione closed the door, and with the last remains of her sanity, cast the usual spells to protect their privacy.
A moment later, Ron was lifting her shirt (she hadn't bothered putting back the jumper) and throwing it on the floor before pushing her against the door and burying his face into her cleavage.
"Mmmff," he grunted against her, enjoying the soft pressure of her tits against his face. He barely noticed her putting her hands behind her back and unsnapping the bra, which she promptly took off. Then she put her hands on his head, caressing his hair, and pushed him more against her body while she arched her back to make her chest more noticeable. "Oh, fuck, yesss," he moaned, cupping her tits with his eager hands and pressing them more agaisnt his face.
"Ron, suck them," she begged, and he complied, moving his head to suck on her right nipple for a bit before changing to the other, his hands kneading the one his mouth was neglecting.
Ron felt Hermione's hands leave his hair, and, a moment later, he felt them on his trousers. She yanked them down again, along with his pants, and wrapped her soft hand around his iron-hard cock.
"Fuck, fuck, yes," he groaned against her tits. "Stroke it. Stroke it."
But Hermione had other ideas. After just a few strokes, she released him and Ron saw her undo her jeans.
"To bed," she demanded, and when he just stared at her, she pushed him backwards until he toppled on the bed and fell on his bum onto the mattress, his trousers and pants around his thighs. Hermione didn't wait. While he just stared at her shocked, she took off her jeans and panties and, completely naked, straddled him and put the tip of his cock on the entrance to her pussy.
"Fuck, Hermione … Eager, are we?" he asked, half amused, half surprised.
"Shut up," she told him, and lowered her body upon his, enveloping his entire cock in her warm, moist pussy. They both moaned in satisfaction. "God, Ron, this feels so good. You feel so good," she muttered, starting to move up and down and adding a little rotation to her hips.
"Merlin, yes, yes, it does. You're so tight, Hermione …" he said, caressing her hips before moving his hands to her bouncing tits, which he squeezed, knowing how much she loved it.
"Mmh, yes, squeeze them. Take off your t-shirt, Ron, want to touch you."
"You're touching me," he said, thrusting up hard for emphasis. Hermione let out a loud moan. "You're enveloping me so wonderfully, love."
"Ron, please …"
After a few more thrusts, Ron obeyed her and took his t-shirt off. He had just thrown it to the side when Hermione grabbed his hands and put them back on her tits.
"Don't stop," she said, moving faster and harder, her crotch slamming against his, taking his cock te the hilt in every downstroke. "Touch me. Squeeze me."
"Oh, fuck, Hermione … you're the hottest thing I've … oh, yes, like that!"
"You — ah — aren't so — mmh, oh — bad yourself …"
Hermione's movementes became frenzied, and Ron moved one of his hands from her tits to her groind and began to touch her clit with his thumb, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Ron, yes, yes! I'm — Oooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Ron!"
"Yes, cum for me, Hermione," he encouraged her, caressing her harder and putting more effort into his upwards thrusts. "Cum all around my cock, drench it with your cum!"
Hermione thrashed about him, her body and slave of her orgasm, and then, when she couldn't stand it anymore, slapped his hand so he stopped rubbing her and fell on top of him, breathing heavily. After a few seconds, she gave him a quick kiss on his neck.
"Mmh," she moaned contentedly.
"Good, was it?" he asked
"As always," she responded, her voice muffled against his skin. "But now it's your turn."
"Yes, and I want to fuck your pretty pussy from behind, Hermione. I want to slam into your ass while I drive my cock into you over and over again."
Hermione raised her torse a bit to look into his eyes, her face still beautifully flushed.
"That sounds fantastic." She kissed him, starting slow, but then more passionately. Ron put his hands on her ass and squeezed it, relishing the feel. Fuck, he could touch her ass for a thousand years and wouldn't get tired of it. "Do you think you can make me come again?" she asked, licking his lips. He captured her mouth again for a bit before answering.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," she said, kissing him again. "Yes, Ron. I'm addicted to it, I'm addicted to you doing it …" she confessed.
"And I'm addicted to you," he replied, pushing her off him.
Immediately, Hermione got on her hands and knees and arched her back, highlighting her ass. Ron groaned at the incredibly sexy image. She looked at him with desire. "Come here, Ron …"
Ron practically jumped on the bed and got behind her. He put his hands on her ass and caressed it reverently. Then he bent over and kissed every cheek, giving her a few playful bites which made her moan.
"Do you like it, Hermione? Me biting your sexy ass?" he asked huskily.
"Mmh, yes, Ron … more …"
Ron kept giving her bites. His hands moved from her ass to her sides and then cupped her hanging breasts, squeezing them. Hermione moaned again and shook her ass against his face.
"Ron, you're forgetting something …" she mewled, pushing her ass back.
"Am I?"
"Yes and you know it."
Ron gave her a few more kisses and bites, and then, moving his hands back to her bum, parted her cheeks to reveal her most secret hole, and licked it.
"Oh, yes!"
Ron began to rim her hole, his tongue licking all around it before pushing it inside a bit. Hermione was practically hollering, pushing backwards, clearly trying to get his tongue deeper in her ass. His cock was so hard he was having difficulty not mounting her without more preamble, so he tried to concentrate more on her pleasure, giving her what she wanted and putting his tongue deeper into her ass.
"Rooon … Merlin, Ron … your fingers …"
"What?" he asked between licks.
"Use them!"
As a response, Ron moved one of his hands to her back and used the tip of his fingers to caresse her sensually. He could almost feel her puffin in frustration.
"Not there!"
"Where, love?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
"In my — in my pussy!" she said finally. Ron groaned, and, at once, granted her her wish and put two fingers in her soaking pussy. Hermione moaned in pleasure and began moving her hips even faster, silently asking for more. Ron kept at it, moving bot her tongue and fingers faster, and using another to rub her swollen clit.
In mere minutes, he sensed her impending orgasm, and so he stopped and retreated.
"Ron!" she protested, and turned her head to glare at him. Ron, however, just moved himself behind her, between her parted legs, and thrust his entire cock into her, moaning at the incredible sensation. Hermione cried in pleasure.
Ron felt about to cum, and being inside Hermione's tight pussy, he knew he wasn't going to last. He also knew she was just on the brim of ecstasy, so as he began fucking her hard, his eyes roaming over her body, from her hair to her arched back and to her ass, he put one of his fingers, still slick with her juices, inside her bumhole, and began to thrust it in rhythm with his cock.
"Oh, God, Ron, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
"Do you like this, Hermione? Do you like having your two holes fucked by me?" he grunted, speeding up his movements.
"Fuck, yes, ooh, yes, ah, ah, ROOON!" she screamed, her body spasming all around him, making her pussy and asshole even tighter. "Ah, I'm cumming, I'm cummiiiing!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming too!" he yelled, and thrusting as hard as he could, he grabbed her hips to steady her and let it go, shooting as deep inside her as possible.
They both fell on the bed, panting hard, Ron still inside her and almost completely hard. He gave her a kiss on her shoulder and slid his right hand under her to grope her tits. Hermione squirmed a bit, rubbing her ass against his lower belly and hips. Her pussy contracted a few more times, and Ron felt himself get completely hard again.
"Mmh, Ron … fuck, your cock is awesome."
Ron grunted and gave her a few thrusts, but then took his dick out and, to her surprise, turned her over so she was lying face up, her fantastic body on display for him to admire.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," he muttered, grabbing his cock and beginning to stroke it. Despit how hard he had cum, he knew he could come again in minutes, and was aching for it.
Hermione watched him, her eyes travelling from his face to his moving hand, and then put her own hands on her tits and pushed them together, a silent invitation on her face.
"Fuuuuck!" he groaned, not believing what she was offering him. Immediately, Ron straddled her abdomen and began to wank hard, his eyes trained on her tits, being squeezed by her own hands. He lowered his body a bit, so he could rub his balls against her skin. After a bit, however, Hermione moved her right hand to his balls, and Ron let her take over. She began to knead them expertly, and Ron used his free hand to squeeze her tit in the way she was doing. Hermione's eyes were now fixed on his cock, her gaze hungry, and he felt himself about to cum.
"Come on, Ron. Cum all over my tits, cover them."
"Oh, Merliiin!" he cried, feeling the signs of the impending orgasm. "Fuck, I'm about to —"
"Put it between them, Ron!" Hermione said suddenly.
Ron's eyes opened wide. He could feel it coming, and so, quickly, thrust his hips forward, using his hand to move her tit to his left. Hermione did the opposite with the other, and, when his cock was in her cleavage, both of them pushed her boobs against his cock.
Ron did not just moan, he screamed in pleasure. The feeling compelled him to close his eyes, but he was unable to stop watching his cock shoot spurt after spurt from between her tits while both he and Hermione gave him and amzing tit-job.
Finally, he slumped onto the bed next to her, his eyes closed, unable to say anything.
For a while, they just lay there, recovering her air, and then Ron turned his head to look at her. She was caressing her tits, spreading his come all over them. When she noticed him staring, she took some on her fingers and put them in her mouth.
"Mmh," she said.
Ron, despite everything, felt his now limp cock twitch.
"I love you," he said.
"I know," she replied, grinning at him.
"You didn't get much from this last one."
She laughed and caressed his face. "I enjoyed it a lot, Ron. I love watching you come, I love making you lose control. And besides, I came when I was on top."
"I suppose."
"And, who knows, we always can go for another round …" she let out, and Ron wasn't sure if she was joking or not.
"I've created a monster!" he exclaimed, and both laughed.
"Yes, you have. And as it is your fault, you're going to have to satisfy me."
"Gladly," he said, taking her in his arms. He looked at the drying cum that still covered her cleavage, and slid his fingers over it to coat them. Then he feed it to her, and she took her willingly.
"Fuck, you look so hot covered in my come and eating it …"
"I like it, your taste," she said, blushing a little, a clear signal that Naughty Hermione was turning into Normal Hermione once more. He smiled and kissed her.
They are going fast, aren't they? They're expanding their sexual horizons a lot.
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