If you have a problem with sexual content, stop reading now and move on. i will soon prove to all of you why this is a draco/hermione fic.
now, to the story
Ron hurried in removing her clothes, and once she was as nude as he was, he licked his lips and took a hold of her thighs. She looked down at him, confused, and then felt a jolt of surprise when he licked her sensitive area slowly and tantalizingly. She arched her back, and croaked out, "Ron..."
Ron continued to lick her repeatedly, each time pushing his tongue further inside her clit. He brought a finger to help him, and thrust it inside her, listening for her pleasure spot. When he hit it, she almost screamed, and he used his thumb to squeeze it tightly, getting the satisfaction of a real scream. She gripped his red hair, and pushed his face into her hungrily, moaning and groaning in pleasure. He pulled away quite easily however, and licked his lips sensually. He looked at her, whimpering now, crying out for more, for more contact. He gently set her down on the mattress, and spread her legs. He slid into her in one swift movement and she screamed her loudest yet.
Pain was exploding in her now, as she felt something break inaudibly. She wanted to curse Ron, or who ever this was, her mind was jumbled from the hurt. But soon, as Ron slowly pumped at a steady rhythm, the excruitiating pain slipped away and pleasure instead exploded within her. She took a hold of his buttocks, and pushed him in further, and groaned when the head grinded against her pleasure spot. Their rhythm got faster, more desperate. They screamed together as animals might. Ron came with her, yelling out her name as his fluids gushed into her and her walls squeezed painfully.
The candles had blown out, and Hermione was sore. She gasped. She was no longer the blushing virgin nor the good girl she'd tried so hard to be. She smiled, still dazed, thinking that at least it had been with Ron, and that he'd been gentle and loving in their love making. She reached for him, rolling over on the mattress. Instead of his back or shoulder, she felt something long and hard. She bristled immediately, and took her hand away. How on earth could he be ready again? Another hand pulled her back, and placed it on the rod.
"It feels so good," Ron said throatily.
Encouraged by hearing Ron's voice, Hermione put both hands on it, pulling her hands on it, then going back. Pulling her hands on it, giving the head a slight twist, then going back. She repeated this until she gathered enough strength to place her mouth on it, giving it delicate kisses, feeling him shudder. She flicked out her tongue, and continued kissing. Ron made a guttural noise at the back of his throat, and whispered, "please."
She smiled, revelling in the power this gave her. She gave his length a slow lick, tasting the cum leftover from their sex and feeling his coarse red hair. She took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and going back to lick his entire length. Satisfied with the groans Ron was making, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Teasing and pleasing, she licked and nibbled until Ron screamed.
"Please, I really need to fuck you now, Mione," he managed to say, "i need to be inside you."
She nodded, not sure if he could see, and guided him into her, crying out when he filled her up. Suddenly Hermione felt Ron get bigger inside of her, filling her up to her limits. She cried out, unable to think why he'd gotten so big, so quick. Her thoughts were muddled with sex and Ron, and she didn't care anymore. He gave her so much pleasure, and she loved him, she did.
More rapid pumping, then both slumped, exhausted from the great sex.
ooh. getting closer to the revelation...
