And here it is the next part! It's mainly smut, and I hope you like the touch I gave it.

Chapter 24 (II)

To the Other Side of the World

"Ron, let's go to our room," she said when they broke apart, her voice barely a whisper that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. "I want to make love with you so badly."

"Fuck, Hermione …"

They hurried back inside and took the lift to the eight floor, holding gazes and barely restraining their passion. Ron wanted to snog her senseless, yet he forced himself not to, or he would end taking her there in the lift.

They practically ran across the corridor to their room. The moment they had closed the door, Hermione jumped onto him, putting her legs around his waist and pressing her body against his. Ron quickly put his hands on her jean-clad ass, holding her as they snogged passionately. He managed to take them to the bedroom, despite bumping against one of the couches, and then they fell onto the bed, Ron on top of her, still kissing until the need for air was too much.

"Room, soft light," she muttered against his ravishing mouth, and Ron noticed the lights dim considerably, creating a much more intimate atmosphere. He lifted his head and looked around. "How did you know how to do that?"

"The book," she quickly responded.

"Wicked," he said with a grin. "Now, where were —?" But he couldn't finish the sentence because she had grabbed his head and brought his mouth back onto hers. The kiss intensified once more and, when she thrust her tongue into his mouth, seeking his, he couldn't help but grind a bit against her.

"Ron, eat me out," she whispered in a demanding, needy voice while she moved her mouth to his neck. "Make love to me with your mouth and make me come hard."

Ron lifted his head a bit, using his arms for support and stared down at her. "As the lady wants."

"Take off my clothes, but do it slowly," she told him. "Worship my body, Ron."

Ron nodded and sat up, still straddling her. He pulled on her arms to lift her torso, and then took off her jacket, leaving her in her green, form-fitting blouse. Usually, he'd start to unbutton it from the top, eager to get to her tits, but as she had asked for slow and worship, Ron pushed her down gently and, scooting down a bit, started from the bottom, going very slowly. When he had unbuttoned three, he parted the blouse very delicately, revealing the creamy skin on her flat stomach and her cute bellybutton. Glancing at her eyes, which were observing him intently and with obvious anticipation, Ron lowered his face and began to kiss her belly, savouring the unique, amazing taste of her skin. He circled her bellybutton and then dipped his tongue inside, teasingly, before moving away. He felt her squirm under his ministrations, one hand caressing his hair gently. He moved upwards, advancing just half an inch with each kiss, until the blouse obstructed him. He looked up at her as he licked her skin, and used his hands to open the next button real slowly. He parted the blouse a bit more and moved upwards. He was glad for the blowjob she had given him before, because it had taken some pressure away and so he was able to go at a really slow pace. Maybe too slow, as he was getting antsy, her hands moving with more desire.

Finally, he opened the last button, revealing her simple, black bra, and her heaving, round breasts. Ron continued his trail of kisses along her sternum and her cleavage, avoiding her mounds, only giving them the slightest of caresses with his cheeks as he moved.

"Gods, Ron …"

He reached her neck and she tilted her head to the side, giving him access. He kissed up the slope to her cheeks and, finally, back to her mouth. He wanted the kiss to be slow and sensual, but she was having none of that and claimed his mouth aggressively.

Ron didn't allow that for long, though, and pulled away, making her whimper in loss. Grabbing the sides of her blouse, he pulled it completely open. She arched her back, and Ron took it off her, making a pause to leave a trail of kisses on each arm as it was bared.

With her torso now naked save for the bra, Ron moved lower once more, at the same, slow pace he had used when going up. He plunged his tongue into her bellybutton once more and then continued southwards, reaching the waistband of her jeans. He kissed the skin just above the fabric, moving towards her left side. Then, fixing his eyes on hers, he took out his tongue and slid it under her jeans, reaching as far as he could, and moved back towards her right side.

"Oh, Ron, you're driving me mad … Please, please, take them off …"

"Patience, Love," he said, lifting his head. "You wanted slow, remember?"

"Roon …" she whined.

But Ron continued kissing and licking her lower belly, his hands caressing her thighs over her jeans.

"Your skin tastes so well, Hermione … Fuck, I'm addicted to it …"

"I taste better in other places," she replied, her voice filled with desire. "Please …"

Ron smiled against her belly, but didn't say anything. Finally, he moved his hands to the button of her jeans. He felt her hold her breath for a moment, her body brimming with anticipation, but he just slid his finger over it, torturing her. She whined again and Ron, finally, opened it, but in the most slowly way he could. Then he lowered the zip the same way. She squirmed against him, but he held her down gently. Then he got up and, staring into her eyes, grabbed the waistband of her jeans at her hips and tugged a bit. At once, she lifted her bum, eager to get naked, and Ron pulled the fabric down her shapely, smooth legs. He did it very gently, the tips of his fingers leaving slight touches on her skin, which broke into goosebumps. The moment he got them off her and threw them to the floor, Hermione opened her legs, causing his eyes to zero between her legs, on the black panties that covered her. Though rather plain, they were tiny and tight, framing her pussy perfectly, and Ron couldn't help but wet his own lips with his tongue, a movement that wasn't missed by Hermione. Her eyes darkened with desire. She made an attempt to lower her knickers herself, but Ron shot her a stare that clearly indicated he would be the one doing that and, reluctantly, she acquiesced, letting her hands fall back onto the bed.

With his eyes still on hers, Ron lifted her right leg, taking her small foot in his hands and sucked on her toes while his hands caressed her calf. She shifted on the bed, her body shaking with unfulfilled desire. After taking each of her toes in his mouth and lavishing them, he put the leg on her shoulder and moved down it, peppering it with kisses while still holding her gaze. He kissed her ankle, her calf, behind her knee, just over it, on her inner thigh … Each time getting closer and closer to her cunt but without touching it. When he finally put a kiss on her mound over the damp fabric of her panties — which made her gasp in anticipation — his nostrils were assaulted by her strong, musky scent, which caused his own desire to spike. However, he managed to reign over it and, to her disappointment, moved to her left leg, kissing her inner thigh before lifting it off the bed and worship like he had done the other, only downwards.

"Ron, this is torture," she whimpered. "Please, please, I need you."

"You wanted me to worship you," he replied, kissing the top of her calf while his fingers left a ghostly touch on her thigh. "And I want to worship you. Your body was made to be worshipped by me, Love," he finished, kissing the sole of her foot before starting to suck on her toes.

"Oh, gods!"

Ron took his time with her foot and then let her leg fall on the bed, kneeling between them. He watched her while he put his hands on each thigh and rubbed her, enjoying her softness.

"Now?" she asked, almost pleading.

"Turn over."

"What?"

"Turn over, Hermione," he demanded gently, his voice hoarse and promising. Hermione stared at him for a few moments, but at last, with a sigh, did as told, rolling onto her stomach. Ron suppressed a moan when his eyes roamed over her skin. He had seen this image dozens of times, of course, and yet it still felt unreal that he had such a privilege. His eyes moved from her wild mass of brown curls to the pale skin of her back, marred only by the straps of her black bra, and then to her round, supple, perfect ass, encased in those tiny panties. He felt a feral impulse to just rip them off her with his teeth, but refrained. He wanted to savour this, even if it was torture to wait, to go this slowly. He hovered over her, his fingers teasing her sides as he crawled. She shivered a bit when he pushed her hair to one side, baring her neck. Lowering himself, but careful not to lie on her, he put a kiss on her nape. She moaned.

He alternated the kisses with the occasional bite before moving to her shoulders and then back down. Before he reached the strap on her bra, he unclasped it, eliciting a soft 'yes' from her. Ron continued down, stopping for a bit on the small of her back before dipping his tongue under the elastic of her panties. He put the hands on her hips, caressing them teasingly, his thumbs moving over the firm flesh of her ass cheeks. He smiled when he squirmed and raised her bum a bit, surely expecting him to take her knickers off, but he didn't comply with her silent request and continued his trail of kisses over the fabric.

He kissed each cheek and even pushed his tongue between her crack, stretching the fabric, before giving her a few bites on the bottom of each buttock, taking advantage of the fact that her panties didn't cover them entirely. Then he moved down her legs once more, switching from one to the other as he descended.

When he finally reached her feet, he got up and took of his jumper and t-shirt. "Turn over, Hermione."

She quickly complied, her eyes glancing briefly at his face before focusing on his naked chest. With her eyes glued to him, he undid the fly of his trousers and let them slide down his legs, revealing the tented boxers underneath.

Unconsciously, she put one hand on her lower belly and caressed herself, the fingers inching towards her panties.

Ron stepped out of his trousers and knelt back on the bed, between her spread legs. He lowered his head to put his tongue back into her bellybutton and then moved up, grasping the underside of her bra between his teeth and pulling. Eagerly, Hermione slid the straps down her arms, allowing him to remove it from her. He tossed it away and then fell onto his elbows so his body was covering hers — but with only the tips of her breasts touching him. He nuzzled her pert nose with his long one and then claimed her mouth, kissing her hard. Hermione moaned and delved her fingers into his hair, ruffling and caressing it passionately. Then Ron broke the kiss and moved briefly to her neck before — finally! — taking her right nipple into his mouth. It was hard as a pebble.

"Gods, Ron, yesss! Oh, yes, suck me! Suck me, please!

Ron moaned around the tip, lavishing it profusely before switching to the other. Then he repeated the motion, but taking more of her tit into his hungry mouth and using one hand to knead the neglected one. Hermione writhed under him, arching her back to encourage him to take more, which he did. Finally, leaving her breasts covered in his saliva, he lifted his mouth and put both his hands on them, squeezing with determination but still gently.

After enjoying the feel of her tits in his hands for a bit, he slid them down her body, until he reached her panties and hooked his fingers in the waistband.

"Yes, please," she begged.

Ron made her wait a bit more, though, and just caressed the skin under the elastic as he lowered his head once again to her belly. Taking out his tongue, he slid it under her panties, feeling her trimmed curls with the tip as he teased her. Then he pulled with his hands a bit, lowering them just an inch and revealing those curls. He put another kiss on her stomach and then moved down, putting his mouth over her knickers, where her clit was. He held his mouth there for a second, and then, lifting his head, finally pulled her panties down her legs.

Hermione lifted her bum at once, showing how eager she was, and Ron took them off her, finally revealing her delicious, juicy, perfect pussy to him. A sight he had seen many times but that never grew old. No, he wanted to see this pussy for the rest of his life. And not just that, but touch it, lick it, fuck it and extract every bit of pleasure from it.

"I think you've waited long enough, haven't you, Love?" he said, pushing his hands on her inner thighs and pushing to spread her further.

"Yes, Ron, yes! Please, please, please!"

Ron, grinning, positioned himself and put her legs on his shoulders. At once, she crossed her ankles behind his head, trapping him.

"Tell me what you want," he said huskily, nis long nose brushing her hairs. Fuck, she was sopping wet and he was dying to feast on her, but wanted her to tell him once more.

"Eat me out. Lick my pussy, Ron …"

Ron couldn't help himself anymore and delved right in, giving her a long, hard lick from bottom to top. He repeated this motion for a few times, using his thumbs to spread her folds so he could reach deeper. He made sure to apply some pressure to her slit with each pass.

Hermione moaned loudly, finally receiving the pleasure she'd been craving. Ron relished on the noises she made and gave her a few more licks, savouring her addicting taste before plunging his tongue deeper into her hole. He was rewarded by a new influx of her juices and her muscles clenching a bit around his organ. Trapped under his boxers, his cock throbbed in envy.

He thrust his tongue in and out rapidly for a bit, making her moan louder and buck her hips against his face, and then moved his mouth to her inner thigh to give her a little bite. She whimpered in protest and pressed with her legs, pushing him back against her needy pussy. His nose bumped against her clit and she began to rock against him, almost fucking his face.

"Ron, please, I'm dying here. Make me cum, please … Just make me cum!"

Knowing he had teased her enough, he obliged and closed his lips around his clit, sucking hard, while he shoved two fingers into her hot, snug hole, curving them to press against her front wall.

Under the double assault, Hermione began to moan like mad, muttering words he could barely decipher while she played with her tits. Ron applied to the task in hand, trying to forget about his aching member, who was demanding for him to shove it into this tight, hot, pliant body.

Aroused as she was, it took Hermione barely a minute before she was trashing on the bed, almost suffocating him against her pussy while she let out a scream of utmost relief and bliss intertwined with chants of his name.

"Oh, fuck, Ron …" she said when she came down from her high, the embrace of her legs lessening until she let them fell on the bed. Ron got up, grinning at the image of her lying sprawled on the bed, her tits heaving with her ragged breath and her pussy looking well and thoroughly eaten.

"Good?" he asked, just to feed his own ego, as he already knew the answer.

"Oh, yes … Amazing … Fuck, I really, really love you …"

"Hard not to, when I've just eaten your pussy that good," he said, crawling up her body to kiss her. She eagerly took his lips and swallowed his tongue, tasting herself, something that always excited him. Then she put her hands on his chest and pushed, breaking the kiss. Ron looked at her and saw her smiling a bit devilish.

"You haven't finished, though. You owed me two, remember?"

"You want me to eat you out again? Now?"

She nodded. "But I'm too sensitive down there right now, so …" She cupped his face and pulled him in for another kiss before whispering, "do my ass, Ron."

She let him go and he sat up, staring at her. Giving him a sultry look, she turned over, presenting her fantastic ass to him. Then she reached for one of the pillows and placed it under her lower belly, making the image even better if possible. This way, her cheeks were already a bit spread, giving him a glimpse of her puckered hole. When he did nothing but stare at the image for a bit, she shook her ass invitingly.

Ron groaned, feeling the impulse to take his cock out and just shove it in her pussy like this. It would feel simply glorious. However, he decided to comply with her request and keep worshipping her. And it wasn't as if he didn't love playing with her ass …

So he put his hands on her globes, caressing and squeezing them, and then parted them, giving him a full view of her winking asshole. Then he lowered his face and gave her a tentative lick around it.

"Oh, yes, Ron … Mmmmh … Feels great, don't stop," she moaned as he put his tongue to work. He rimmed her for a bit, lubricating it, and then pushed as he spread her further with his hands, allowing his tongue to enter her constricting hole. "Ahhh, yes, oh, Ron, yes … Deeper, please … Deeper …"

Ron buried his face between her perfect cheeks and began to move his tongue inside her while she pushed her ass back against his face. Ron ate her ass for a bit while his hands pulled and squeezed those supple cheeks he loved to feel against his lower belly when he fucked her from behind, relishing the little noises she made.

"Ron, use your fingers now," she pleaded.

Ron didn't waste time this time. He had loved teasing her and driving her to the verge of insanity with desire, but now he was at the limit of his own self-control. The need to be inside her was overwhelming, so he moved his right hand and shoved two fingers in her cunt, twisting his wrist so he could rub her clit with his thumb. All in all, not very comfortable, but he knew this way she would climax rather quickly and hard.

Effectively, as he kept tonguing her asshole and finger-fucking her pussy, her moans got steadily louder and her breathing became more and more ragged. She started bucking her hips, pressing against his probing tongue and fingers, wanting more and more.

"Ron, so close again … Please …" she begged, though not saying exactly what she wanted.

"Cum for me, Hermione. Let me feel your tight, pretty cunt clenching around my fingers," he said as he moved his hand faster, hoping to make her come before his hand got cramped.

"Oh, gods!" she moaned. "Your tongue, Ron, put your tongue back in, I'm — I'm —"

Ron complied at once, burying his face in her crack and pushing his tongue into her bum, moving it from side to side to give her the desired friction. She practically screamed as her entire body shook with the tremors of her impending orgasm.

"ROOOON! Oh, godsgodsgods, I'm cumming! Fuuck, fuck, RON!" she yelled, hitting the mattress with a clenched fist repeatedly.

Ron, grinning against her ass, kept going, helping her along, until her body sagged under him.

"Oh, oh, fuuuuck …"

Ron took his fingers off her and sucked them clean before lying next to her, propped onto his right arm. He could hear her deep, uneven breathing, though he couldn't see her face, pressed against the duvet and surrounded by her hair.

"I'm that good, eh?" he asked smugly.

Hermione, with obvious effort, turned her head towards him and pushed the hair out of her face.

"I don't want to feed your already inflated ego, but Merlin, Ron, yes … It was so amazing. You had never spent so much time touching and arousing me before."

"Did you like it?" he asked.

She nodded. "It drove me insane, but I can't argue against the results," she said with a smile. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, she rolled onto her back, grabbing the pillow and throwing it towards the headboard. Then, looking at him with a smile, she opened her legs and caressed her navel with her left hand while her right covered his tented boxers. He closed his eyes briefly, letting out a moan.

"Come here, Ron. I want to come again with you inside me. I want us to experience the utmost pleasure together. Make love to me …" she said, in such a seductive voice he shivered upon hearing it.

"Fuck, yes, I'm so fucking hard, Hermione …" he said, moving to kneel on the bed.

"Yes, you are," she nodded, reaching out to give him a squeeze and lower the front of his boxers, freeing his dick.

Ron fumbled to take his last piece of clothing off and then quickly positioned himself between her legs, letting her soft, warm body cradle his and resting his aching cock against the scorching heat of her pussy. Hermione put her hands on his back and her legs under his bum. Her moaned and moved a little, sliding his shaft along her slit.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Ron, get inside. I want you in me."

Ron claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss and positioned himself at her entrance with practised ease. He savoured the moment for a second before pushing in, burying himself in the welcoming depths of her tight cunt. "Oooh, Hermione … Fuck, I needed this," he said, starting to move in and out of her heat.

Hermione arched her back and moaned as well, her fingers pressing against his back. "Harder, Ron."

Ron moved faster and pushed with more force, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke. As he enjoyed how wet and tight she was, he realised it had been little more than a year since the day he had claimed her virginity. Now, twelve months later, on the other side of the world, in this luxurious room, he knew he would never be tired of being inside her, of feeling her flushed body against him while his cock moved in her pussy. He looked at her pleasure-ridden face, at the halo of hair spread on her bed around it and felt his heart swell with pure, unadulterated love. He moved a bit faster, wanting to go deeper, to get lost in her. He would stay like this forever if he could.

"Ron, you feel so good in me," she moaned as she sank her fingers into his back, her legs urging him to move faster and harder. "Fuck, this feels so good. I don't know how I could live for seventeen years without having you in my pussy …"

"Shit, Hermione," he muttered, feeling his bollocks tighten at her words. He had been ready to burst after making her come twice, but hearing her talking like that, not with lust, but with pure desire and love was too much. "You're going to make me cum …"

"I want you to; I want to give you as much pleasure as I can with my body, but I want to come as well, Ron." She moved a hand to his face and caressed him softly before adding in soft, sultry whisper, "Make me cum."

Ron lowered his head and kissed her fervently, his hips moving at a faster, harder pace, their groins slamming together. She moaned loud into his mouth, sucking on his tongue and he felt lightheaded, knowing he was going to lose control at any second. Hermione rocked her hips, her movements countering his and then took one of his hands in hers an put it on her breast, encouraging him to squeeze her.

Ron kneaded it ravenously while they snogged, pumping into her eager pussy over and over. She squirmed under his assault, tightening her legs around him and burying her fingers in her hair to deepen the kiss even more, until Ron couldn't hold it in anymore and pulled away from her mouth.

"Hermione, I can't — Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! Unnngh, fuuuck!" he shouted as his cock swelled and exploded inside her. She seemed to feel it and tightened her muscles, milking him and increasing his pleasure. He kept pounding her through his orgasm, wishing for her to go over the edge with him. She seemed close, and tried to moved against him, to seek more friction. Yet, in the end, he finished before she could come.

"Fuck, sorry, couldn't stand it anymore, you just felt so bloody good …"

"It's okay," she whispered, pecking his mouth. "Nothing's stopping us, Ron, we can keep going." Ron looked into her eyes at her words and she smiled. "I know you can continue, Ron, you can keep it hard and keep fucking me and then cum again, can you? I want you to. Gods, I'm just there, Love, keep giving me that cock … Finish me off, Ron …"

Ron's cock, which had barely softened, hardened completely once more, and he claimed her mouth, resuming his thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Ron, yes, like that!" she moaned into his mouth, delighted. "Harder, please, I need it harder!"

Ron braced himself and began to fuck her as hard as before, the squelching sounds of his dick as he pounded her filled hole increasing his arousal. Yet, as he had just orgasmed, he had complete self-control and could give her what she needed.

Hermione had not been lying when she had told him she was on the verge, and, barely half a minute later her body was seized by the third orgasm of the night. She moaned and squealed as he fucked her through her climax, enjoying immensely the way her pussy fluttered around his dick.

"Gods, Ron, that was — oh, fuck, I want more, don't stop, don't stop, don't ever stop!"

"Shit, Hermione," he groaned, lifting his torso a bit and fucking into her while kneeling between her legs. This position non only gave him a fantastic view of her jiggling tits, but allowed him to touch them with both hands.

"I want you to fill me over and over, Ron, until you've got nothing more to give …"

"Hermione, you're incredible," he said, his voice strained by the effort. "Merlin, you turn me on so much. Just feel how hard my cock is despite having cum so hard."

"I feel it, Ron," she said, putting her hands over his and making him knead her tits harder. "Your cock is magical, and it's mine, just like you. Now keep at it, keep fucking me. Gods, I can feel it coming …"

"Already!" he asked in wonder. "Fuck, your pussy is amazing!" he shouted, and moved harder in her.

Taking her like this, his cock filling her again and again while his hands took complete possession of her tits made his balls tighten once more, getting ready to cum. Shit, if she wanted to fuck until they couldn't think straight, he would be too happy to comply.

Their moans, grunts and noises, mixed with the creaking of the bed, filled the room as the minutes passed and their passion grew. The more she moaned, the harder Ron thrust, wanting to reach new depths inside her perfect pussy. His eyes moved between her face, his hands on her tits and his cock being devoured by her pussy. All this, with the intimate lights, conformed an erotic onslaught that drove Ron towards the precipice. He was going to cum in her, and cum really hard.

Hermione seemed to want to watch him fucking her, yet she seemed unable to keep her eyes open. She just kept tilting her head as she opened her mouth, alternating loud moans with silent ones. As he got closer and closer to the edge, she moved one hand to between her legs and began to rub her clit rapidly, causing her body to stiffen and bit and her pussy to tighten around Ron's cock.

"Ohhh, Ron … I'm there! Oh, I'm just there! Deep and hard, please! Deep and hard!" she begged, moving her free hand to grab his hip.

Ron slowed down, changing speed for power, and put his soul in every thrust, angling his body a little so the tip of his dick pressed harder against the front wall of her vagina with every move. That seemed to do the trick and she fell over the edge, her fingers clawing at his hip almost painfully.

"Ron, I'm coming again! Again! Oh, godsgodsgods, this is amazing! Fuuck, Ron!"

Ron grinned and kept moving, helping her rode it out. Then, when she was done, he moved his left hand to her side, the right to cup her bum, and lay on her before rolling them both so she was on top.

"Ron, what —?"

"Get ready," he said, cupping her ass possessively, and then began to thrust upwards, as fast as he could.

This position didn't allow him to go as hard as he could when he was on top, yet in a way the sensation was more intense. Beside he could squeeze her ass the way he loved.

Hermione put her head on his shoulder, her arms on each side of him barely holding her. Her hair, damp due to the sweat, fell in a cascade around her head and over his face, but he didn't give a damn as he fucked her, intent on achieving his own orgasm.

"Gods, Ron!" she moaned her. She wore an expression of utmost pleasure, her eyes big while she looked at him as if she couldn't believe what he was doing to her and how good it felt. Still very sensitive after her climax, his fast pace now had to feel amazing for her.

"I'm gonna cum, unless you want me to stop!" he grunted. He now had his legs bent for leverage, which allowed him to buck his hips really hard and fuck her pussy roughly.

"Don't you dare! Oooh, don't you DARE!" she replied, even though she was barely holding her body on top of his. Yet, despite that, her hips were moving a bit, pushing down every time he pushed up.

"Shit, Hermione, CUMMING!" he shouted as he emptied himself for the second time in her pussy while he pressed her strongly against him by her ass, his fingers sinking into the delicious flesh of her plump cheeks. Hermione took it all, moaning with him as he unloaded over and over.

Finally, spent, he let his body sag and took a long and much needed breathe.

"Holy fuck …"

Hermione smiled at him and lowered her mouth to give him a long kiss. Ron had started to relax when he felt her contract her muscles around him, preventing him from going soft. Then, with a wicked smile, she sat up straight on top of him and put her hands on his chest, caressing the few hairs he had.

"My turn," she said.

"Wha — what?"

"You got me so worked up, Ron. I had just come and the way you kept moving and rubbing against my clit …"

"So you're going to come again?" he asked, moving his hands to her hips.

She nodded with a wide smile. "Yes. So you need to keep this cock —" she clenched her pussy around him "— hard for me. Will you do that?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

Hermione began to rotate her hips, her entire body flushed and sweaty. He watched her tits bounce a bit as she moved, and his cock hardened completely once more.

"Gods, I really love your cock, Ron," she moaned as she started to move up and down, softly at first, but then with more vigour until she was lifting her hips so only his tip was inside and then slamming her ass down against his thighs, taking him entirely into her cunt.

Ron let his hands roam her body, grasping her hips, caressing her sides, squeezing her ass or kneading her tits. However, as her movements became frenzied and she arched her back, moving her hands from his chest to her thighs and leaning back, he just left it on her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, his eyes moving from her face to her pussy taking his cock over and over.

It barely took her five minutes to reach another orgasm as she chanted his name, and then fell onto his chest, panting heavily. "Mmmh, thank you, Love, that was great."

"Done?" he asked, though he could feel his cock throbbing inside her. She looked at him through the curtain of her hair and shook her head.

"You still have to take me from behind," she whispered against his ear before taking his earlobe between her teeth and pulled slightly.

"Fuck, yeah!"

Hermione moved her lips to his mouth and they kissed for a while, passionately but unhurriedly, while their hips rocked a bit, keeping them aroused. Then, after a couple of minutes, she moved off him and, giving him a sultry look, got on her hands and knees facing the headboard and giving him a view far better than that of the window.

Licking his lips, Ron got onto his knees as well and moved behind her, putting his hands on her ass and touching her reverently, grabbing handfuls of her perfect mounds. His cock twitched at the image of her offering herself to him completely. She looked at him over her shoulder, her back arched.

"Fuck me, Ron."

He thrust forwards roughly, shoving his prick into her in one go, his hips slamming soundly against her ass, which rippled deliciously. She let out a moan, moving her right hand to the headboard to steady herself. Ron tightened the hold on her hips, his thumbs pressing onto her cheeks and thrust again, and again, and again.

"Fuck, you're so tight like this, Hermione!" he growled as he kept pounding her. Without a reason, he looked out of the window, at the lights of this still strange city. Watching such an image while he fucked his sexy girlfriend from behind made him feel on the top of the world. His family had survived the war, Harry had vanquished Voldemort, and he was in the best hotel he had ever seen having amazing sex with Hermione. And tomorrow they would find the Grangers and —

He shook his head. No, thinking about Hermione's parents while he fucked their daughter hard was not a good idea, especially knowing what they stored in the cabinet in their study. So he focused his attention on Hermione's jiggling ass and kneaded it roughly while he kept moving in and out of her slippery, hot as hell pussy.

Having cum two times in a row, he felt in control as he enjoyed her, and despite he was sweaty and a bit tired he had no intention of stopping. No, he was going to cum inside her once more. His eager, lustful eyes moved over he sweaty, undulating back and he couldn't help but burying himself to the hilt and leaning over her, rocking his hips against her ass but staying inside. He put a kiss between her shoulder blades as his hands went around her body to cup her dangling tits.

"Can you come again, Hermione?" he asked before giving her skin another kiss.

"Yes, and I'm going to, as long as you don't stop," she replied, pushing back against him. Ron bit the back of her neck and she lowered her head to give him access.

"Your skin tastes so good, salty and spicey," he muttered, his hands squeezing her boobs. "I wanna eat you whole."

"You already did." She turned her head to look at him. "Now fuck me hard."

Ron straightened up and took hold of her hips once more, before resuming a hard, frantic thrusting. After a bit, however, he moved his hands to her sides and, sitting on his calves, he brought her up so she was leaning against his chest while sitting on his thighs, his cock still insider of her pulsing cunt.

Ron began to bite and kiss her neck, his left arm around hers and cupping her tits to hold her against him, while the other went between her legs to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. He couldn't move much this way, but all the things he was doing to Hermione propelled her towards a new orgasm. She began to rock her hips in synchrony with his, his cock deliciously trapped in her hot cunt. Ron rubbed her already swollen and abused clit with two fingers and she threw her head backwards, laying it on his shoulder while she let out the most erotic sounds.

"You're so hot like this," he muttered against her ear. "I'd wish we had a mirror in front of us so you could see what I see every time I fuck you."

"Roon …"

Looking at the window once more, he realised that, due to the light inside the room, he could view a ghostly reflection of their intertwined bodies, so he released her tits and put his hand under her chin to direct her gaze towards it.

"Look at us," Hermione. "Look our joined bodies over the city. It's a sign of how much I'm going to fuck you while we're in Sydney. Every fucking day, Hermione. Every — fucking — day!" he shouted, remarking each word with a hard thrust.

"Gods, Ron, look at us, we look so — so — Oh, fuuck, Ron, I love you, I love you so much!" she practically sobbed among moans. "This feels so good! Being with you feels so good!"

Ron sped up his fingers and squeezed her breast once more, thrusting upwards against her bum until she convulsed over him throwing her arms up and backwards to grab the back of his neck as she went over the edge.

"I'm cumming, Ron! I'm cumming again! Ohhh, gods, yes! Yes!" she moaned as she trembled between his arms. Ron kept rubbing her clit until it was too much for her and she slapped his hand away. At once, needing his own release, Ron pushed her and she fell onto her hands and knees before him. Unable to support her body, she lowered her head to the mattress, while Ron held her hips so her perfect ass was raised in the air and her cunt was in perfect position for him to fuck.

Aroused, her rammed into her hard and began a fast fucking, slamming powerfully against her cheeks, which reddened under his assault. Muttering under his breath, he pounded her pussy while she meowed and moaned, her sounds muffled by the duvet. He saw her clench her fist around the quilt as she stood his thrusts.

"Hermione, gonna cum again!"

"Fill me, Ron! Fill me again!"

"Holy shit, this is — Aaah, fuuuuck, YES! Oh, shit, yeah, Hermione, yeah! Fuuuck, your pussy's AMAZING!"

He held onto her ass as he emptied himself completely and then simply fell next to her, panting heavily. Hermione, not without effort, rolled onto her back and used one hand to push a few curls of hair aside. Then she turned her face to look at him and smiled. A smile of pure, absolute satisfaction.

"We're really, really good at this," she commented, making him laugh.

They let themselves rest for five minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the amazing sex, and then Hermione suggested a shower, to which Ron agreed, though part of him would love nothing more than to just lie in there and fall asleep.

Hermione turned the shower on and stepped into the stall when the water was hot enough. Ron followed her and they began to wash their hair. He helped her to rinse hers, running his fingers through it to untangle her curls. When he was finished, he pressed his body against her back, resting his hands on her belly, and put a kiss on her cheek. She turned her face and gave him a radiant smile before claiming his mouth with hers. They kissed languidly as Ron caressed her stomach with his fingers. After a bit, he felt her take his right hand in hers. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes at the same time she moved his hand down, making him cup her pussy. Her eyes closed for a moment and she opened her mouth in a low gasp when he touched her. Then she looked at him again while she used her hand to force him to rub her entire mound.

"You want more?" he asked, both surprised and delighted.

"Yes. Do you?"

As a response, Ron pressed his half hard cock against her bum. Hermione's smile widened and she kissed him again while their bodies rubbed against each other. Ron kept stroking her pussy, coating his fingers in a mixture of their cum. That knowledge — that he had filled her cunt with loads of cum — excited him in a primal, possessive way, and he moved his other hand to cup her tits.

"Merlin, I love your tits," he whispered against her lips.

As a response, Hermione reached behind her and took his cock in her hand, stroking it leisurely. "And I love your cock. Always hard for me."

"Always," he said.

Their mouths collided once more resuming their kiss, which got more heated. Then she turned round between his arms and moved her free arm around his neck, keeping the other hand on his cock, and kissed him again. They masturbated each other for a while until she broke apart from him. Giving him a sultry look, she bent over and, before he could say anything, swallowed his cock and began to suck it. Ron's hands flew to her head and held her as she pleasured him, letting out a heartfelt "shit, Hermione!"

Hermione had no intention to bring him off like this, though, and, after just a minute, released him with a long suck and stood up again. Immediately, Ron pressed her against the wall and snogged her under the water, his hands going straight for her tits, which he kneaded roughly. Hermione put her arms around his neck and, using him for support, hopped up and put her legs around his waist. Once she felt secure between him and the wall, she moved her right hand, sliding it between their bodies and grabbed his cock once more, making him hiss. She kissed him harder, though, clearly stating she wanted them to keep snogging, and then positioned his tip against her entrance, taking him entirely in her pussy a moment later, which elicited moans of pleasure from both of them.

"Fuck, Hermione …"

"Oh, Ron …"

Ron moved his hands to her ass and held her as he began to move his hips, slamming into her pliant body. Hermione held onto his neck and used the hand still between them to rub her clit.

As their fucking grew more intense, he lifted her a bit more and bent his neck to suck on her tits, which she welcomed with loud moans. She ran her fingers through his wet hair and pushed him against her breasts, encouraging him to keep doing this.

Ron switched tits and then claimed her mouth again until, in dire need of air, they broke the kiss and simply held onto each other, moaning and panting as they got closer and closer to another release.

Hermione got there first, shouting her pleasure to the heavens as Ron slammed into her with all his strength, triggering his own orgasm and firing another large spurt into her already filled pussy.

"Fucking hell, Hermione …" he moaned once he was able to speak. He let her down and she gave him an intense kiss before pulling away and beaming at him.

"It was good, was it?"

"Shit, I think you drained my balls …"

"That's what I was aiming for," she said teasingly.

Laughing happily, they shared another kiss before really showering. Afterwards, Ron put on some comfortable pants, while Hermione opted for an old t-shirt of his and a pair of white panties. The room had the perfect temperature, so they didn't need more clothes.

They got under the sheets, sighing contentedly. Ron stretched his arm invitingly and she snuggled into him, resting her head on it.

"This bed in wonderful," he commented, and she agreed.

"Lights off," she said, and the room was suddenly in the dark, the only lights those coming from the buildings in front of the window.

"Do you want me to close the curtains?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I like the view."

Ron had to agree. It was, truly, an amazing sight. He felt Hermione putting a kiss on his chin and he turned his head to put one on her forehead.

"Thank you for coming with me," she said.

"Are you bonkers? We're in a luxury hotel, had dinner in a fancy restaurant and then I got to shag you to an inch of our lives with the most amazing view of Sydney. I should be grateful to you for sending your parents here."

She chuckled and then laid her head on his shoulder, draping an arm over his stomach.

"Good night, Ron.

"Good night, Love."

It wasn't long before he could hear the steady, soft breathing that indicated she was asleep. He watched her under the soft light and smiled. She probably had used the sex to get tired enough she would fall asleep quickly, as they had been up for only four hours and a half. Despite everything, he knew she was a bit anxious about finding her parents. Well, he thought, if he could help to ease her anxiousness, he was glad for it. And if that help involved a hot shag, the better.

He looked at the window again. Four and a half hours … It seemed incredible to him, that just four and half hours ago he had been in his bedroom at the Burrow and now was here, on the other side of the world.

One thing hadn't changed, though: the fact that he still had the woman he loved above anything else wrapped in his arms.

And if it depended on him, that would never change.

I really hope you liked the scene, as I wanted to give it a more sensual and loving approach.

Well, next chapter will be of 'normal' length, so it won't have to be split in parts. See you next year!