Well, continuing with the 'celebrations' of my second year publishing fanfiction, here it is the promised update. This one is mostly smut and I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 36
Coming Back Home
"Merlin's beard, I'm knackered," sighed Ron, dropping onto his chair in his cubicle.
"Me too, but hey, we caught them," said Harry, grinning.
"Yeah," nodded Ron, returning the grin. He felt sweaty, and was longing for a hot shower, but he felt utterly satisfied. As Aurors in training, they had been assigned to the easier, less dangerous missions, and always with their assigned supervisor Auror, so they rarely worked together. However, this time both their supervisors had been part of a team sent to capture a couple of wizards, the Grisslam brothers, who had been creating havoc in the Muggle world. Though they hadn't killed anyone, many Muggles had been severely injured by their actions, and, in their last attack, they had even raped a couple of young women. They had been identified but, when raiding their home, the Aurors had found they had left the country.
Being the worst criminals that had appeared after the war — not counting escaped Death Eaters and Snatchers — the Ministry was determined not to let them escape, and so Ron and Harry's supervisors had been tasked with capturing them. As they were close to the end of their year as Aurors in training, they had been assigned to the mission as well. It had taken them five long days, spent in the cold vast forests of Eastern Europe, the longest mission in which either of them had been (the record had been, previously, two days for Ron and two and a half for Harry). The operation had been successful, though, and in the end, the two maniacs had been captured. It was the first time Ron and Harry had got to work together, but they had proven to be as good as ever together, capable of communicating with a look and knowing perfectly how the other thought. Their supervisors had been impressed with them and had reported that to Robards, who had congratulated them, saying he didn't expect anything less for two members of the 'Golden Trio.'
"Shame Gallory wasn't there when Robards praised our work," commented Harry, grinning. "Watching his face redden would have been the icing on the cake after capturing those two bastards."
"Oh, yeah," nodded Ron with a dreamy smile.
Harry got up. "Well, I'm going home. I'm looking forward to sleeping for ten straight hours and enjoying the fact that we've got the rest of the week free. Coming?"
Ron checked his watch. "I'm going to Hermione's office first, see if she's still there."
"Isn't it a bit late, even for Hermione?" asked Harry as they walked towards the lifts.
Ron scoffed. "Remember she stared to work in that law for the house elves, and she always says she works better here when I'm on a mission so she's probably still in her office, despite it being almost half-past seven."
"Well, say hello to her from me, then," said Harry, opening the door of one of the lifts. He pressed both the button for the Atrium and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. "As we haven't got anything to do, you could come over tomorrow afternoon and we'll have a drink."
Ron thought about it. "Sounds good, but you come to my house, my living room is way better than the one at the flat. When are you going to move, by the way?"
Harry shrugged. "Whenever Ginny wants, I suppose."
"Whipped, you are," teased Ron.
"That's the cauldron calling the kettle back, you tosser."
Ron laughed. "Okay, I concede that." The lift stopped, informing them they were on Level Four. "See you tomorrow," Ron said as he exited the lift. "Tell Ginny I say hello."
"I will. Goodbye, Ron."
Ron watched as the doors closed again, and then walked into the Department, which was quite different from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Though the Ministry building had been built as one, it seemed that the people responsible for each Department had designed them to their liking, not caring one bit about the rest.
Being almost half-past seven, there was barely no one left, and Ron's footsteps resounded noisily in the deserted halls. However, after taking a corner, he almost crashed against Glenon Tawttings, who was talking to a tall, stern-looking woman dressed in expensive robes.
"Oh, sorry," he said automatically.
"Mr Weasley!" exclaimed Tawttings, his entire face lighting up as he beamed. "What a nice surprise! How are you?"
"I'm okay, Sir. Thanks."
"Back from a mission, I assume," he commented, giving him a once over.
"Yeah. The Grisslam brothers."
Tawttings nodded, impressed. "An important case. Yes, I've heard you're doing well among the Aurors," he added. Then turned towards the other woman "Wilhelmina, do you know Ronald Weasley here? Wilhelmina Baggout is my Deputy Head," he explained to Ron before she could say anything.
"We haven't met," said the woman, examining Ron's robes with disapproval. She probably thought he ought to have changed and have a shower before coming here. "I know who he is, of course. A pleasure," she added politely.
"Likewise," responded Ron.
"So — what do we owe the visit?" Tawttings asked.
"Well, as I said, I've just come from a mission, Sir, and I wanted to see if Hermione is still in her office."
He looked pensieve for a moment. "I don't know, to be honest, though she usually leaves late."
"Yes, she is in her office," intervened Mrs Baggout — or was it miss? "She was consulting documentation for the new law."
Tawttings nodded. "Such a hard worker, that young witch. And so brilliant. She's been here for five months and works better than people who have been in the Department for years. You'd better take her home; we don't want her to burn out and leave us!"
"I'll see what I can do, Sir. Thanks," declared Ron, and resumed walking. He crossed the Heart (a large, circular room that was between all the areas in the department and acted as a meeting area), which now was empty save for a couple of people that were getting ready to leave, and marched to the management offices. Hermione had been accepted in a rather high position and she didn't belong to any of the areas; she did transversal work for the entire Department.
When he reached her door, situated at the end or a corridor, he knocked twice, already giddy with anticipation at the perspective of seeing her.
"Come in," she said from the inside. Upon hearing her voice, Ron's face broke into a wide grin. He opened her door, and walked in.
"One second," she said without looking up. She was surrounded by three open books while she scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment. Ron took in her appearance, with her hair tied up in a now slightly loose ponytail — probably so she didn't have to deal with it as she worked — as she bent over the desk.
"You look busy," he commented casually.
At the sound of his voice, her head snapped up, and her eyes, wide with surprise, focused on him. "Ron!" she exclaimed, her expression brightening. "It's you!"
"In the flesh," he said, smiling.
Pushing her chair back quite so violently it hit the wall, she leapt to her feet and practically ran around her desk, then threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly against his, burying her face on his chest. Ron stumbled a bit under her assault and put his own arms around her body to stead her. The scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply, revelling in it and the feeling of her body pressed tightly against his.
"I missed you too," he whispered. "So fucking much."
She looked up, staring at him as if she couldn't believe he was there, and then kissed him. Hard. Something quite unusual as she was completely against displays of affection at the Ministry. Apparently, it was 'unprofessional.'
However, he wasn't going to protest, and he moved his hands to her ass, cupping it and lifting her. She kissed him harder and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ron gave himself to the kiss and drank for her like a thirst man from a glass of cool water.
"I missed you so much," she muttered before kissing him again. "Are you all right? And what about Harry?"
"We're both fine," assured Ron, his smile a bit dazed after such a passionate welcome. "And we caught those two assholes."
She beamed at him, looking very proud. "I knew you would. You're amazing, Ron."
He felt his ears turn a bit pink, but his grin widened, feeling rather pleased. "Well, I didn't catch them alone, but yeah, I think we did a good job. Lumpus and Dobworth —" (their supervisors) "— were very impressed with our performance."
"I'm so proud of you, Ron."
Ron smiled at her again and gave her another kiss, which she deepened. They kissed for a couple of minutes, until Ron broke it.
"What are you still doing here, Love? Tell me you didn't overwork yourself too much in my absence."
"I felt alone at home without you."
He regaled her with a half-stern look. "My little workaholic," he said, shaking his head. "What I'm going to do with you?"
"Well, now that you're back, I've got a few ideas," she said rather sultrily, in a way that caused a shiver run down his spine. And then she kissed him again, grinding her hips against his and making him groan.
"Hermione …"
"I missed you so fucking much," she insisted, tightening her hold on him and pressing her crotch harder against his already raising erection.
"I know, Love, but I'm all sweaty and —"
"I love you sweaty," she replied, interrupting him, and, before he could edge another word in, she snogged him hard, rubbing her entire body against his.
Ron groaned ant moved them towards her small couch, dropping onto it with her straddling his lap. Once down, she began to move her hips harder, driving him wild. After five days in the wild, his cock felt ready to burst.
Disentangling her arms from his neck, she quickly unbuttoned her robes, throwing them onto the floor and revealing her cream-coloured blouse and black skirt. Ron slid his hands under it, caressing her smooth thighs until he was touching her fantastic, round ass over her silky panties. Hermione whimpered, shoving a had between them to touch his dick over his robes.
"Fuck, Hermione!"
"Was someone out there?" she asked.
"What?" he asked, his brain still addled by lust due to her passionate greeting.
"Are we alone? Were still other workers out there?"
"I only saw Tawttings, a woman whose name I forgot and other two people at the Heart, but they were leaving.
"Good," she said huskily, "because I can't wait."
Ron stared at her. "You want to have sex here?" he asked, astounded but delighted. Okay, they had had sex at the Ministry once, and it had been amazing, but this was another thing altogether.
"No, I want to fuck you. Hard. I want to ride your cock until I can't move anymore, Ron," she said desperately
"Holy fuck …"
She fumbled with his robes for a bit, but, with when she realised that taking them off while being on top of him was almost impossible, she grabbed her wand and vanished his robes, trousers and pants. Then flicked it at the door, sealing it. "Just in case," she explained before looking down and wrapping her hand around his cock. "Mmmh, someone is in need of some action," she muttered, stroking it eagerly.
Ron's eyes rolled inside their sockets. "Oh, fuck, yesss! Touch it!"
She leaned in to kiss him again, and Ron resumed kneading her ass with his left hand. He put the right under her panties and slid them between her legs so he could stroke her pussy, which was already dripping with anticipation.
"Shit, you're so wet!"
"It's been too long," she said, moaning. "I masturbated, but it wasn't the same. What about you, Ron?" she asked, stroking him harder.
Ron struggled to find his ability to talk due to what she was doing to him. "Love, I — I was with three other people, wanking was — Ugh, fuck! — not an option."
"Well, thankfully, you've got an amazing girlfriend that will eagerly help you …"
Ron groaned and, overcome by want and need, grabbed her panties and ripped them off her.
"Ahhh, Ron!" she yelped, wincing a bit. However, as soon as they were off her, she positioned herself so his dick was at her drenched entrance and then slammed down hard, taking him to the hilt
"Fuck!"
"Ohhh, Ron, this is sooo good!"
Ron squeezed her ass, encouraging her to move, which she eagerly did, raising her hips and them slamming down, taking him to the hilt in every thrust. Ron's eyes rolled again. Fuck, she felt so wet, hot and tight, and it had been so long (well, just six days, but for them that was quite a long time) he felt he could cum at once. He looked up at her face and watched her as she rode him with the same determination she showed when fighting for some cause, only her eyes were full of lust. Needing more of her, he moved his fingers to her blouse and, grabbing each side with one hand, he pulled hard, ripping it and baring her chest, covered by a white, silky bra trimmed with lace, one of his favourites. He stared hungrily at her tits as they jiggled with her movements, almost threatening to spill over the cups. Wanting them, he yanked the garment up, freeing them, then took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Gods, yes, Ron! Yes, yes, suck my tits, oh, oh, gods!" she moaned, pressing her chest against him.
Ron sucked and sucked, his hands going back to her hips and ass. She was riding him at top speed, and Ron felt his self-control waning. His cock was ready to burst.
"Hermione, I'm so fucking close … Shit, you're so tight and hot … Fuuuuck!"
"Me too, Ron!" she exclaimed, her voice strained. "I'm there too! Gods, your cock fills me up so well, it feels so good, so good inside me! Oh, gods, gods, gods!" she chanted, slamming down hard each time.
"Yeah, cum for me!" he encouraged, using his hands on her ass to help her bounce. "Ride me faster, Hermione. Harder! Make me explode!"
"Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron!" she repeated, moving as fast as she could. "I'm about to cum, Ron! I'm about to cum! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!" she yelled in absolute ecstasy, arching her back hard and rolling her hips as she came, her pussy fluttering violently around his cock. Watching — and feeling — her come, Ron let out a grunt of pure relief, thrust upwards hard and let himself go.
"Fuuuuck, Hermione, fuuuck!" he roared as he unloaded, filling her stream after stream of cum. Oh, shit … Fuck, I love you …" he mumbled in bliss. Hermione kept riding him, determined to give them both the maximum pleasure, and didn't stop until she couldn't move anymore. Then, spent, let her body sag on top of his, her head on his shoulder, both of them panting loudly and unevenly.
"Blimey, best welcome ever, Hermione …" he commented, revelling in the feeling of her walls still gripping his dick in their fantastic embrace.
"Mmmh," she purred. She raised her head and smiled happily at him. He kissed her, his hands caressing her soft bum. "It was wonderful. I really needed that," she admitted when their mouths parted.
"I could tell," he said, grinning. "But — haven't you just broken one of your sacred rules?" he teased her.
She adopted a dignified expression, even though the flush of her cheeks intensified. "Well, you are a bad influence on me, Ron Weasley. Have been since I was twelve."
Ron couldn't help but laugh. "I won't deny that, but I've been trying for you to break this rule since you started working here, and until now, without success."
"Well, these are extraordinary circumstances," she replied, getting off his lap and sitting on the sofa next to him.
"With that, you mean you were really horny," he taunted, smirking.
She acted as if she hadn't heard him, and he laughed again. He grabbed her hand in his and, leaning towards her, kissed her cheek. "It's so good to be here with you."
She looked at him, blinking a few times. "It's good to have you here, safe and sound." Her expression darkened a bit. "I know you're really good, Ron, and I knew you and Harry were together, but I can't help but worry."
"I know, Love. It would be quite strange if you didn't worry about me when I go on a mission."
She embraced him, and he rested his head on her still bare tits. Smiling, he moved his head a bit, as if trying to find a comfortable position, but in truth simply wanting to rub his cheek against those fantastic globes.
"Your obsession with my breasts hasn't changed, I see," he heard her say.
He chuckled. "Love, if I come home after a few days and don't go straight for your tits, then be sure it's someone polyjuiced as me."
She laughed merrily. "I'll take that into account. Let's get dressed and go home. You really need a shower."
"I told you, but someone was a bit too eager."
"Are you complaining, Ron?" she asked as she used her wand to fix her blouse and her panties.
"Never. You can be as eager as you want, Love. My cock is always ready for you."
She smiled at him and pecked his lips. "Good," she said with a grin. "Now get dressed."
Smiling, Ron did as told, reliving the quick but passionate encounter. His cock twitched again, ready for more.
You'll have to wait, Mate.
Once they were dressed, they exited the office. Hermione closed it and then, hand in hand, they walked towards the lifts, both carrying bright smiles.
"So, the mission was hard, then?" she asked him.
"Yeah. If you think that early November in England is cold, you should visit Poland. Why do all these fuckers always escape to such places?"
"Well, because they don't want to be arrested, obviously."
"They could go to a Caribbean country, for example."
Hermione laughed. "Yes, and stay at five-star hotels."
"Exactly," nodded Ron. "If you're going to escape from the authorities, at least do it in style …"
Hermione almost doubled with laughter, and they had to make a stop before moving towards the fireplaces.
"Oh, Ron, I missed you so much! No one makes me laugh like you."
Proud of himself, he pecked her forehead before approaching the fireplaces.
"Row House!" he yelled before stepping into the green flames.
He exited through their fireplace and moved away to give Hermione space, then cast a Cleaning Charm on himself before turning on the lights. He didn't want a repeat of the scolding Hermione had given him that time he had left the rug covered in ashes.
"It's so good to be home," he commented when Hermione stepped out of the flames behind him.
"Yes," she nodded. Ron looked around while she cleaned her robes, revelling in the warmth. The fireplace had a charm on it so a fire started automatically at the time they wanted. Right now, it was programmed to start at half-past four, so the house was warm when they came from work.
In the months since they had moved in, they had furnished the room, and now it had a cabinet in the corner near the table, and lots of shelves. Many had books in them, along with potted plants and pictures, making the living room much more homely than it had been when they had started living there. Next to the fireplace there was a TV stand with the large TV the Grangers had gifted them. They also had a DVD player. Ron didn't really understand the difference between this apparently new and revolutionary system and the one the Grangers had, called 'VHS' (why did Muggles use so many acronyms, anyway?), but he didn't care. The only think that mattered was that films looked muuuuuch better in DVD.
"Well, time for a shower," declared Hermione.
Ron looked at her, and felt a new wave of desire coursing his body. Fuck, he had really missed her. One would think that, after spending most of the school year separated, five days would mean nothing, but, in truth, it was way harder. Probably because now they lived together, and that changed everything.
He approached her and put his hands on her waist, then whispered against her ear. "What if, instead a shower, I open a bottle of wine and we take a bath? You must be tired after bending over all those parchments and books all day."
She looked up at him, a smile curving his lips. "That sounds simply perfect, Ron."
"Go, then. I'll join you in a minute."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked him as he started to move towards the kitchen. He looked at her, his brows furrowing in confusion. She arched an eyebrow, as if expecting him to realise what he had supposedly forgotten.
"I cleaned the soot of my clothes upon arriving," he blurted out, just to say something.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation and shook her head.
"Shouldn't you Floo your parents and tell them you're back?"
"Oh, that. Er— yeah, you're right."
"I know I am, you idiot. I'll ring mine while you use the Floo. Ah," she said, stopping midway towards the shelf where the phone was, "you owe me one for saving you from being cursed by your mum."
"Yeah, yeah."
"A massage would be appropriate payment."
"Okay, okay," he said, sighing. "I owe you a full-body massage."
She smirked at him happily before grabbing the wireless phone. She marked her parents' number while Ron grabbed a bit of Floo Powder and shouted, 'The Burrow!' at the fire.
"Mum?" he asked after putting his head into the flames.
"Ron?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Ron, you're back!" she yelled, running towards the fireplace. "How are you? Are you hurt? Hungry? Do you want dinner? I prepared food just for your father and I, but I can make —"
"Mum, mum, it's okay," he managed to edge in, stopping her rant. "You needn't do anything. I just wanted to tell you two we're back."
"Why didn't you say your son and Harry were back?" his mum asked his father, hands on her hips.
"Well, Molly, dear, I had no idea."
"Mum, it was already late when we arrived at the Ministry."
"Did everything go well, Son?"
"Yeah. We caught them, Dad."
His dad smiled proudly at him. "Well done, Son."
"Surely you don't want anything?" insisted his mum. "Is Hermione home with you?"
"Yeah, we're home. I'm going to take a shower and then we'll have dinner. I'll see you on Sunday, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks for calling, dear."
Ron nodded and then exited the fireplace. When he got up, Hermione was still on the phone.
"Yes, Mum, we'll go for lunch on Saturday. Yes, I'll tell Ron. I love you too. Bye.
"My mum told me to give you her love," she said, turning towards him. Ron laughed.
"I love her as well," he commented. "Now — what about that bath?"
Hermione nodded and hurried to the staircase. Ron watched her until she disappeared on the second floor, then popped into the downstairs loo for a moment. After taking a piss, he went to the kitchen and picked a bottle of wine from the cooling cabinet, then grabbed two wineglasses and hurried upstairs and to their bedroom. He heard the water running in the bathroom, but, before going there, he went to his side of the bed, put the glasses and the bottle on his bedside table and took off his boots, putting on his slippers. He grabbed the bottle and the glasses again and marched to the bathroom, eager for some hot water and his even hotter girlfriend.
When he opened the door and walked into the steam-filled room he saw, to his delight, that Hermione was already deep in the water, looking completely relaxed. Unfortunately, due to the foam, he couldn't see the best parts of her body.
"Comfortable?" he asked her with a smirk.
"Very. Care to join me?"
Ron put the bottle and the glasses on the side of the tub and then stripped down quickly, throwing all his clothes into the laundry basket.
"That was too quick," said Hermione, almost pouting. "And here I was, thinking I was about to get a show …"
Ron turned towards her. "Well, Love, I was dying to take those clothes off me. But if you really want a show …"
He began to move his hips in a way that caused his half-hard cock to swing in circles. Hermione stared at him, open-mouthed, and then burst into raucous laughter.
"Ron!"
"Say hi to the Amazing Swinging Cock!" he exclaimed, smirking at her.
"You've got no s-shame! No shame at a-all!" she replied among fits of laughter
"Well, you already knew that," he said, getting into the tub with her. "Fuck, Hermione! Uh, uh, uh!" he yelped the moment his foot was submerged in the water. "I wanted some warmth, but this is too much!"
"Don't be so whiny, Ron, it's perfect."
"Perfect? Yeah, if we were potatoes about to be boiled."
"Shut up and come here," she said, moving a bit to the side and giving him space next to her. However, before lying down, he straddled her left leg and grabbed the bottle to pour some wine into the glasses. He was starting with the second one when she lifted her leg and rubbed it against his balls. Ron almost dropped the glass over her, startled.
"Hermione! I'm working here, you know."
"You can't function well under duress, Auror Weasley?" she teased in a sultry tone, still rubbing him. Narrowing his eyes at her, Ron passed her the glass, then lay down next to her.
Hermione took a sip and put the glass down before looking at him with a smile. Ron gulped down half of his.
"Are you planning on getting drunk?"
"With this?" he replied, putting the glass on the border on his side. "Hardly."
"Well, I hope so, because I want you on top form."
"Do you?" he asked huskily, his hand moving over her belly. "Do you have plans for me, Ms Granger?"
"I do," she said, grabbing his hand with hers and moving it so it was covering her left breast. Ron squeezed it gently.
"Mmm, you've got really nice tits, Hermione."
She let out a giggle. "I'm aware, yes."
Ron smirked and leaned in for a kiss, which she responded. It soon turned sensual, and they lay on their sides, their hands moving over their bodies under the hot water.
"I really, really missed you," she whispered when she broke the kiss, moving to straddle him. "The weekend was horrible. Why did they have to send you on a mission on Friday?" she asked, rubbing his chest.
Ron groaned, feeling her pussy against his hard cock. "Well, Love, they couldn't send us before the Grisslam brothers were accused and fled the country, right?"
"They should give them an extra ten years in Azkaban for depriving me of my sexy boyfriend during the weekend."
"I agree," he said, moving his hands to her hips and then her ass, which he squeezed greedily.
She let out a moan and then grabbed his glass. With her eyes fixed on his, she took a small sip and his cock twitched. Fuck, how could drinking wine be so erotic?
"That's my glass," he managed to say.
"I know," she replied, moving the glass to his lips.
Ron drank, still holding her gaze. When he pulled back a bit, Hermione put it back on the border, and then, in a swift movement, took his dick deep into her very ready cunt.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione …" he groaned in pleasure.
"Mmmh, Ron …"
For the second time in less than half an hour she started to ride him, only the hot water and the steam made it different, more sensual. Besides, she was moving in a slower way, as they were now in the privacy of their house and not in her office at the Ministry.
Ron moved his hands all over her body, from her hips and bum to her sides, her belly, her tits, her back. His cock was demanding for him to make her go faster, but he resisted, enjoying how this felt and the incredibly sight he had the privilege to see, that of her incredibly sexy girlfriend, all wet, riding him, her face contorted in pleasure, her breasts jiggling deliciously. She bit her lower lip and looked down at him, her eyes irradiating pure lust, and Ron felt his cock twitch in response. She arched her back and pushed her chest against him. Ron's mouth watered at the image of those perfect globes of flesh bouncing just in front of his eyes and did what he knew she wanted: taking one of her nipples into her mouth and sucking hard.
She moaned loudly, her hands taking a firm hold of his shoulders and hair, and pressed herself more into him. Ron took more breast into his mouth, his face pressed against the rest, and began to lap at the nipple, his hands now settling on her ass to help her move.
As her pace increased and her moans became louder, he moved his forefinger to her crack, sliding it between both cheeks, barely grazing her asshole. She whimpered in pleasure, slamming down hard on him and causing the water to splash, and he smiled up at her.
"Do you want it, Hermione?" he asked, releasing her tit.
"Do it, Ron. Finger-fuck my ass."
Ron buried his face in her tits once more and began to play with the little hole, then, slowly, pushed, burying it until the first knuckle.
"So tight and hot, like always," he muttered before resuming sucking her tits.
"For you," she moaned as she rocked her hips with fervour, her cunt slippery and snug around his member. "For you, Ron."
"Tight for my cock?" he asked, licking all around her areola.
"Yes. Yes, tight for your cock. Keep it hard for me and you can have my tight little ass …" she promised, her voice sensual.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione," he growled, his dick throbbing. "You're so fucking hot, so naughty, so amazing … I love that you like it so much in the ass …"
She lowered her body a little, slowing down, and brushed her lips against his. "Your Naughty Hermione loves your cock in any hole, Ron …"
"Fuck, yeah, my Naughty Hermione … I love my Naughty Hermione so much," he declared, then claimed her mouth in a breath-taking kiss. She moaned in response, rolling her hips faster and faster, in that practised way that would make her cum. Ron put more of his finger into her ass, moving it in and out and in circles to prepare her.
Their groans, whimpers and heated kiss made their arousal escalate quickly. Hermione's movements grew a bit erratic until she broke apart from him so she could bounce on his cock more freely. Ron groaned as she moved her pussy faster up and down his cock, gripping him tightly and deliciously. He began to thrust upwards, causing the water to slosh even more and for some of it to spill out of the tub, yet neither of them cared one bit, too far gone in their pleasure.
"Ron, gods … Oh, gods, Ron, I'm — Oh, ohhhh, fuck, yes! Fuck, yes, YESSSS!" she screamed, convulsing atop him. Ron had to close his eyes for a moment as her cunt gripped him so fucking tightly, practically milking him. Not wanting to resist his own climax, he took his finger out of her butthole to hold her by her hips and began to thrust upwards furiously. She squealed in delight, moaning his name, and Ron exploded like a volcano, filling her pussy up with his cum for the second time.
"Oh, fuck …" he moaned, his entire body tingling with pleasure.
"Mmm," she responded, lying on him and engaging him in a passionate kiss.
Ron let his body relax and just enjoyed it, his hands roaming softly over her lower back and her ass, revelling in the random spasms every now and then made her pussy clench around his still hard cock.
"I love you so much," she said, panting, before kissing him again.
"I love you too," he replied against her lips, giving her a squeeze.
"Someone is still quite eager," she commented after a minute, a saucy smile on her face, while she squeezed him with her vaginal muscles.
Ron let out a groan before responding. "Well, my naughty, sexy girlfriend promised me quite a treat, you know."
"Did she? And what was that, may I ask?"
"Her round, sexy, tight ass," he responded, giving her a good squeeze.
"So you're going to bugger her with this large cock? Poor girl," she said in mock sympathy.
"Well, she is accustomed. I can't tell you how many times she's taken it in the ass. And she loves it."
"Oh, does she? Such a dirty girl, liking a big cock in her little asshole …"
"Well, I wouldn't say dirty, but she's rather fantastic in the sack …"
"So it seems," she nodded, her fingers playing with his damp hair on the back of his head.
"So it is," he assured. "And now, if you don't mind, I've got a tight ass to fuck …" he added, as the little game, with all its dirty talk, had got him quite horny.
"Okay. Enjoy it."
"Oh, I will," he stated. "So fucking much."
Hermione stared at him, her lips still curved in that sexy, lustful smile, and then broke into laughter.
"We're completely mad, aren't we?" she asked as she moved off him.
"Definitely. But fuck, do we have fun together …"
"Oh, yes," she nodded before kissing his lips briefly. "Loads of fun. Now, tell me, how do you want me?"
"On your side, in front of me."
Hermione moved to her original position, but, instead of lying on her back, lay onto her side, her back facing him. Ron adopted the same posture and pressed himself against her back, his cock nestled between those perfect, round cheeks.
"I love your ass," he whispered against her ear, his hand grabbing her hip.
She moved it against him, causing him to groan a bit, and turned her head to look at him. "I know. Now get in," she said, putting her hand on her cheek and pulling, spreading her ass for him to take.
Ron didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing his cock, he shifted a bit and pushed the tip against her rosebud, slightly loosened thanks to his finger. She pushed against him, arching her back, and the tight ring of muscles stretched a bit, letting part of his tip to enter. Ron, holding her hip firmly, pushed as well, forcing the entire head to enter into her hot, clutching depths. He growled loudly. "Fuck, it's so fucking tight … It's always so fucking tight, I love it …"
"More, Ron … Deeper …"
Ron pushed harder, burying himself in her to the hilt, until her hips touched her rounded cheeks.
"Merlin, Hermione … Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he said into her ear. "I love when you take me so deep … Oh, fuck …"
Hermione turned her head, her eyes dark with lust. Ron put his chin on her shoulder and she threw her right arm back so she could grab his head an keep him close to her. With his eyes fixed on hers and their breaths mingling, Ron retreated a bit, taking half his shaft out and then thrust forwards, getting his entire cock back in. She opened her mouth in a silent moan.
"You like it?" he asked, her voice deep and husky, as he thrust again.
"Gods, yes, Ron … You're so deep …"
She squirmed a bit, trying to get closer to him, and he moved his hand on her hip to her tits, his lower arm keeping her pressed against him, then sped up a bit, his cock demanding for him to fuck harder, to go wild inside her clutching, deliciously tight ass. So he did, hitting her cheeks repeatedly under the water and making her moan in the most erotic way imaginable.
His cock throbbed, eager to unload deep in her butt.
"Harder. Harder, Ron," she demanded, giving him the most arousing look ever. He swore and obliged, his cock spearing her bum over and over and over again.
As she moaned, her lips curved into a sexy, wanton smile, one that almost dared him to go faster, to fuck harder. A smile that caused another one to form on his face as he increased his pace.
"Oh, yes, yes, like that. Give it to me like that, Ron," she whispered, darting her tongue out to lick her lips. Ron growled and kissed her, their tongues fighting as their lower bodies clashed together again and again.
"You're so fucking hot, your ass is so fucking tight, I'm going to fuck it hard, just like you like!"
"Mmm, yes, Ron, yes. Shove your cock deep in my asshole, I know how much you love it. You must have missed me a lot during all those days alone, right? Sleeping alone in the cold, thinking about my warm body … my pussy … my tits … my ass …"
Ron roared, his arousal taking control of his actions, and pushed her so she was almost lying face down while he now thrust downwards into her ass, water splashing everywhere. But he didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the incredible hotness gripping his cock, her body against his, her tits in his hands, her moans, her expression …
The world was Hermione, and it was a world of love and pure, raw pleasure.
"Cum for me," he demanded, biting her ear. "Cum while I pound your ass with my cock."
"I could, ohhhh, I could! Gods, I'm close, so close, but I need you to rub my pussy, Ron! Please, do it! Make — oh, fuck — Make it better!"
"Do it yourself," he grunted. "Rub that pretty pussy, Hermione. My hand is too busy squeezing your fantastic tits."
Hermione released the hold on his hair and her hand flew to her pussy. Her felt her open her legs to give herself room. Her asshole clenched around him the moment she touched her clit, and Ron threw his head backwards, roaring in pleasure with his dick deep in her. However, a moment later he resumed thrusting, even faster, drilling her ass mercilessly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!"
"Yes, Ron, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck my ass — Oh, gods, I'm about to cum!"
"Me too! Fuck, me too!"
Their mouths fused in another wild, messy kiss as he pounded her relentlessly. His cock throbbed, ready to explode, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop, though he wanted to enjoy her ass for as long as possible.
"Cum for me! Cum now! Fuck, cum now!"
Hermione rubbed herself faster, her hips moving to counter his frenetic thrusts. Then, suddenly she stilled, her body becoming rigid for a moment while her ass clenched and she climaxed powerfully.
"Ohhhh, ROOOOON! Oh gods, oh gods, OH GODS!"
"Fuck, yeahhhhh!" he shouted, euphoric, and buried himself as deep as he could into her vice-tight asshole, then let himself go, his cock swelling before exploding violently, firing his pent-up load deep into her clutching rear.
"Oohhhh, ohhhh, Ron, you're so deep!" she panted. "Gods, you're so deep!"
"Yes, yes, yesssss! Unghhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione!" he yelled, holding her even tighter and pressing as hard as he could against her ass, wanting to put more cock into her even though there was nothing left out. He rutted against her for a bit, to ride it out, then sagged onto her back, feeling so drained it was as if he had poured his soul through his cock. "Oh, fuck, Hermione …" he whispered, peppering her back with kisses. "Merlin, you're fucking amazing, you're awesome, you're the best …"
Hermione let out a giggle. "You're saying that because you've just come hard inside my ass."
"Well, not just for that, but it certainly helped …"
She laughed again, and Ron, having regained some energy, moved off her, his cock slipping out of her asshole. Hermione turned round and faced him. She was quite a sight, with her hair wet and plastered against her face. He moved his hand up and parted it gently.
"I look like a fright, didn't I?" she asked.
He shook his head. "You look well fucked. And beautiful."
Letting out a laugh, she responded, "Well, I feel rather well fucked," she confirmed with a bright, blissful smile. "Merlin, I really needed you, Ron. I don't want to sound self-centred, because I know you had it harder, during the mission, but you at least were occupied. Being here, alone … The house seems so empty when you're not here."
Ron leaned forward to kiss her briefly. "I don't think you're self-centred," he said, caressing her side from her breast to her hip and back up. "I get what you mean. And you're right, I was busy. And I'm glad you missed me so much, but, didn't you go to your parents for lunch? And I'm quite sure you brought loads of work to finish here. We spent much more time separated when you were at Hogwarts."
"Yes, but now that we're living together, it's harder to be away from you, and besides, while at Hogwarts we talked almost every day through the mirrors," she explained, almost echoing his own earlier thoughts. "And yeah, I had lunch with my parents' and worked a lot, cleaned, even went to have dinner with Ginny and Luna on Saturday, but still, I missed you so much. I know I sound like a stupid, clingy girlfriend, but —"
"Don't be so hard on yourself," he cut her in. "If that makes you clingy, then I'm clingy as well. I think we just love each other a lot, and well, we have loads of fun, so it's normal that we miss the other a lot when we're not together."
She chuckled. "Fun, you call it now?"
"I'm not only referring to sex, though yeah, we have a lot of that — for which I am immensely happy — but we enjoy ourselves a lot, and though we also do many things on our own, here in the house we're always together, so I suppose it's natural to feel that way."
She nodded. "And I was so worried about you … I know you're a capable Auror, but those Grisslam brothers were quite dangerous and anything can happen."
"I know. I was excited for the mission, especially because I would be with Harry, but I won't lie, I was scared."
"Only an idiot wouldn't be scared. To be honest, I was happy you went with Harry. And no, not because I think he's more capable than you," she added quickly, perhaps fearing he would think she was doubting him. "It's just that you know each other so well, and together you're much more than the sum of you individually, so I knew you'd have each other's backs."
"I know. I was glad I was with him as well."
"On the other hand, I was also worried about him, so, in the end, I'm not sure if I was less anxious or not."
Ron let out a laugh. "I'm sorry to put you through this, Hermione."
"Being an Auror was what you wanted, Ron. And you're a good one. A fantastic one, in fact."
Ron kissed her again, his right leg sliding between hers as they pressed their bodies together. His thigh touched her pussy, and she bucked her hips a bit. Ron felt his own desire growing in response to hers, and his cock hardened completely. She lowered her hand and grasped it, stroking it under the soapy water, arousing him even further and cleaning it from the anal sex. Then manoeuvred a bit so he could settle between her legs. The contact of his length against her hot folds was amazing, and he groaned against her mouth, eager to bury himself in her once more. Being pressed against the slope head of the bathtub was not the best place for missionary, but neither of them seemed to mind.
"Hermione … Fuck …"
"Ron … gods, I want you back inside me. Please, fill me up with your cock …"
The raw need in her eyes was too much for him, so he entered her slowly, savouring the delicious tightness of her pussy. Her hot, wet, wonderful pussy.
"Shit, you feel so bloody good …"
"So do you," she replied, her breathing a bit ragged due to excitation. "I love having you inside me, stretching me … fucking me …"
"Unggh!" he growled, beginning to move faster. It wasn't easy in the bathtub, yet he managed a good rhythm, holding onto her body so he could pump into her. He felt in heaven here, in the hot water, his cock going in and out of her slick cunt while she clawed at his back, her moans surrounding him …
Home. Hermione was home.
He snogged her hard, his tongue burrowing into her mouth the same way his dick was doing in her pussy. His right hand held onto her ass, squeezing hard, and he increased his rhythm, thankful for the Anti-Slipping Charm applied to the bottom of the bathtub. Hermione swallowed his tongue, moaning, and moved one hand to his ass, grasping his buttocks and encouraging him to go harder on her.
Their passion grew and grew as they pushed into one another, wanting to go beyond their sexual connection and fuse their bodies together. Ron could feel the wonderful sensation of her wet, soapy tits crushed against his chest, and, combined with the pleasure in his cock, it soon became too much.
"Fuck, Hermione, I'm so close … Fuck, so close …" he pleaded, breaking their intense kiss.
"Me too, Ron, me too!" she responded, almost desperately. "Give me more, take me there!"
"Unggghhh, fuuuuuck!"
"Ron, Ron, yes, yes, like that! Oh, you're so good at this, you make me feel so good, so good … Ohhh, gods, more!"
"Cum!" he demanded through gritted teeth. "Cum and milk me, Hermione!"
His words seemed to spur her one, and she clutched him even tighter, wrapping her arms and legs around him, then convulsed and howled in pleasure, her pussy gripping him rhythmically with each spasm.
"Gods, Rooooooon! Oh, yes, Ron, YES!"
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot when you cum! FUCK, HERMIONE!" he shouted as he let himself go, pouring himself for the third time in the depths of her fluttering cunt. He kept thrusting frantically, wanting to give her everything and to savour every bit of pleasure he could get from her body. Then, worn out and drained, he simply lay boneless, on top of her, his head pressed into the crook of her neck while she caressed his damp hair.
"Fucking hell …"
"That summarises it quite well, yeah," he heard her say.
"Was it good for you?"
"It was amazing, Ron."
"Good, 'cause I need some sustenance."
She laughed. "Yes, it's a bit past our usual dinnertime, right? And after how hard you worked, you deserve some food."
He got off her and propped his head on his left arm, lying on his side. "I love working hard in you."
She cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. "You love fucking me hard," she replied, smiling.
"Oh, I do."
She pecked him again and then moved, letting out a sigh. "Come, let's wash up quickly and make some dinner."
"Mmmh, fantastic sex, homemade food … It's wonderful to be home."
She stared at him while soaping her body again. "Well, I was hoping you'd settle for sandwiches … unless you're in the mood to cook."
"Mmmh, fantastic sex, homemade sandwiches … Sounds bloody amazing," he smiled, making her laugh again.
They washed up quickly, using their wands to dry themselves and to clean the mess they had made, and then put their bathrobes on, not bothering with anything else, before going downstairs. They quickly made some sandwiches while chatting. Ron offered her more wine, but she shook her head, saying she'd rather have water, so Ron put the half-empty bottle in the cooling cabinet and grabbed a coke for himself.
"You shouldn't drink so much coke, it rots your teeth, you know."
He rolled his eyes. "I know, I hear that from your mother quite a lot. And you know we're wizards, aren't we?" he replied as they moved to the living room. "Besides, I only drink them two or three cans a week, it's not as I lived off the stuff."
They sat down on the couch, putting their plates on their laps. They turned on the TV, but in a low volume, as they chatted, Ron giving Hermione details of the mission and her telling him about her progress in the new law.
"— So I need to check one last time I'm not leaving any law or decree behind, and then I can finish the redaction."
"One last check?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Being you, that means scouring the archives."
She blushed a bit. "Well, I need to be thorough. I don't want the law being rejected because I missed something."
"Love, if you don't find anything more in those archives, no one else will, I can assure you that."
"Still. In any case, all this revising has given me a few ideas to better organise the Ministry documentation. There are large amounts of parchment and books that were never properly classified, making search much harder, even with magic. Besides, each Department has its own system, it's a bureaucratic nightmare. I hope that now that Kingsley has created the Legal Office, this will change."
"Well, a new project for you once you're done in the Department of Magical Creatures," he said simply.
"What do you mean? What makes you think I'll be done?"
Ron scoffed. "Please, Love. As if you're going to stop once you reform those laws concerning house elves, werewolves and such. You'll want to tackle others next. You won't stop until you become Minister for Magic."
She gave him a smile. "Minister for Magic? Really? You think I could get that far?"
He scoffed again. "Love, I'm pretty sure I've told you this before, but yeah, I think you'd end there. I'd like to see anyone trying to stop you."
Hermione stared lovingly at him for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure I want to be Minister, to be honest. I mean, what about you?"
He frowned at her. "What do you mean? You aren't telling me you'd dump me if you become Minister, right?"
"No, no, I mean — would you like that? It would put us in the spotlight even more, and, technically, I'd be your boss …"
Ron shrugged. "We're accustomed to the spotlight. And I don't mind being the Minister's sexy husband. Someone'll have to help you to de-stress, after all …" he added, joking.
She laughed. "You're such an idiot …" she said with a smile, shaking her head. "But if I ever get there, I might take up on your offer of de-stressing."
They finished their sandwiches and then Hermione asked him if he wanted dessert. Ron, now feeling well-fed, looked at her, and was about to say what they had when he was distracted by the sight of her smooth right leg. She had bent it, tucking her foot under her, so it was no longer covered by her bathrobe. Ron felt his desire stirring once more.
"I do want dessert, yes," he said, giving her an intense gaze.
"And what would you like? Yogurt? Fruit? Biscuits?"
Still gazing at her, he knelt on the rug before her. "What are you —?" she started to ask.
"I want some juicy pussy," he blurted out, putting one hand on each of her thighs and parting the bathrobe from the left one, thus revealing that triangle of curls that drove him mad.
"What?" she asked, surprised.
Ron pulled on her right leg, so both feet were now on the floor and he could get between her legs. "I want to eat your pussy. It's my favourite meal, after all …"
"You want more sex?" she asked, a bit surprised. "But we just — Oh, gods!" she moaned when he buried his face in her cunt, sweeping it with his tongue. Ron groaned at her delicious taste and pulled her more so her ass was now on the border of the couch, then pushed her legs further apart. With her now open before him, he started eating her out in earnest, savouring her unique taste and revelling on her scent. "Oh, oh, Roonnnn …"
"But if you'd rather have something else, I could stop …" he said between licks.
"Don't you dare!" she demanded, putting her hands on his head to hold him there. "I missed this too much! Feast on me!"
"Then relax on let your amazing boyfriend give you pleasure, Love," he said smugly, and resumed eating her, tracing her entire slit, circling her clit, probing her hole. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips, her fingers moving through his hair while she enjoyed this treatment. Ron watched her enraptured expression, his cock already completely hard, and went at it with gusto, devouring that pussy he had missed so much.
"Gods, Ron, I'm so lucky! Oh, you're so good with your tongue! Mmm, yes, lick my clit, lick it good, oh, yes, yes, like that! Fuck, that's so good, Roooon!"
Grinning inwardly, Ron sucked on it, moving her tongue over it, then added a couple of fingers inside her tight hole, curving them to apply pressure on the other side. The double assault drove Hermione wild, and she began to rock her entire body against his face, moaning even louder.
Ron sucked really hard, drawing a loud squeal from her. Then, wanting more of her juices, he took his fingers out of her and began to rub her clit with his thumb, shoving his tongue inside her. He tongue-fucked her for a bit, getting her higher and higher, then moved back to her clit, now ready to make her orgasm.
She, however, had other ideas.
"I want to ride your face," she managed to say among pants and moans. "I want to come riding your face, Ron. Please, please, please."
Fuck, that was hot!
"Okay," he said, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Lie on the rug, quickly!" she demanded, sounding almost desperate. Ron did as told, smiling at her wantonness. She must be really close to act this way. He had no time to dwell on that, though, because, almost immediately, she straddled his head, put her hands on the pillows of the couch for support, then lowered herself on him, submerging him in a world of creamy thighs and juicy pussy. He smelt deeply, relishing the scent of her arousal, which made his cock twitch.
The moment she was seated, Hermione began to rock her hips frantically, sliding her slit all over his chin, mouth and nose. Ron took his tongue out and let she take it in for a bit. Her moans grew louder and louder. After barely half a minute, she shifted a bit so he could lap at her clit, then resumed moving fast, arching her back and hollering to the ceiling.
"Oh, oh, gods, Ron, yes! Oh, yess! Fuck, this is so hot, riding your face! Oh, gods, I'm about to come! I'm about to come, Ron! Oh gods, oh gods, oh goooods!"
Ron grunted against her pussy, putting his hands on her round ass to hold her and prevent her from completely crushing his head. Suddenly, her entire body seized and she lowered herself more onto him. Ron closed his mouth around her clit, sucking hard.
She screamed, abandoning herself to the immense pleasure coursing her body. Ron felt about to suffocate due to the pressure, as she was rubbing herself all over his face in her orgasm. He lapped at everything he could reach as she rode it out, and then held her by her hips when, spent, she buried her face on the couch.
"Oh, oh, gods …" he heard her moan, her voice muffled by the pillows.
Ron lifted her a bit to get some air, then traced her pussy again with his tongue, relishing the taste of her abundant juices. She shuddered a bit and he smiled, proud of himself.
"Ah, Ron …" she responded, squirming a bit. "Too sensitive …"
With a grin, Ron kept licking her, making her squirm more, until, eventually, she got off him and just dropped onto the couch. Ron sat up and leaned against it, watching her. She opened an eye and stared back, a dazed expression on her face.
"Dessert was amazing, by the way," he said cheekily.
"Yes, I see it all over your face," she retorted. "You should mind your manners a bit more while eating, Ron. You're a mess."
He feigned thinking about it. "You're right. I think I should stop burying my face on the plate and always use cutlery."
Hermione hummed in disagreement. "Well, I suppose I could overlook this. You seem to enjoy eating like that a lot and I want you to be happy, after all …"
"Because if I'm happy you're happy, right?"
She nodded fervently. "Definitely."
He moved one hand under her robe and began to caress her belly. "Now that I had my dessert, do you want yours?" he asked.
Her eyes bored into his. "It depends. What are you offering?"
"Cream. Loads of it."
"I love cream," she said in a sultry way that made his cock throb in anticipation. Fuck, this witch was going to be the death of him. "Where can I get it?"
As a response, Ron got up, grabbed her hands and pulled her to a sitting position. Then he lay down where she had been, one leg behind her back and another on her lap. He undid the knot of his robe and opened it, revealing the cock that had been tenting it. He gave it a stroke. "Here."
Hermione licked her lips with desire and replaced his hand with hers, giving him a couple of soft caresses that made his body tingle. Then, looking into his eyes, she lowered herself to the floor and, leaning in, took her tongue out and licked the tip.
Ron watched eagerly, his own desire coiling in his navel. After almost a week without her mouth, he knew it could be fast, despite his previous orgasms. That would be amazing, of course, but he wanted more build-up this time, to savour it.
"Go slow," he told her. "Let the cream batter for a bit, it'll taste better."
She made a pout. "Really?" she asked in a mock-whiny, innocent voice. "But I missed having cream and I want it now …"
Bloody fucking fuck.
He almost gave up, telling her she could go as hard as she wanted, but he resisted the temptation. "I know, and you'll get it, but believe me, this way it'll be much better."
"Okay," she said, still in that same tone.
Ron drew a breath and held it in as she, very slowly, took the tip into her mouth. She circled it with her tongue, savouring it, before closing her lips and sucking a bit.
"Oh, fuck, Hermione," he said, exhaling. "You — you look so hot with my cock in your mouth …"
Looking at him, she released him and licked the entire shaft, coating it in her saliva. Then lapped at his balls, taking them in her mouth for a bit before going back to his cock, which she took slowly, inch by inch, her tongue playing with it inside her mouth. Ron bit his lip to prevent himself from groaning, as this was the world's most amazing torture. She took half of him in and moved back up, then down, but never going beyond the middle, and moving slowly. It was delicious, amazing and frustrating as hell.
He wanted to thrust upwards, to get himself deeper, but he had asked for this, hadn't he? He saw the mischievous smile in her eyes, as she knew perfectly well what she was doing to him. Ron moaned, opening his legs more and she grabbed his balls, kneading them. Then released him and went back to lavishing his shaft with her tongue.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"You did tell me it was better if I battered the cream properly, didn't you?" she teased, continuing to play with his balls. "Well, I'm going to really cook it well …"
Ron groaned and she took him back into her mouth, sucking deliciously but too slowly. He bucked his hips, unable to stay still, but she used her other hand to keep him against the couch.
Ron felt himself get closer and closer to release, because despite the slow approach, she was giving him the most sensual blowjob of his life. The way she sucked, the way she savoured him, her expression, her hands … all of it was starting to overwhelm his senses, and, eventually, he found himself on the verge to climax. He pleaded with her, wanting her to go a bit harder to trigger his orgasm in a satisfying way. However, instead of that, she stopped and released him with a moan.
"What!?" he asked, his cock throbbing. "I was just there!"
"Oh, I know, but the cream is not ready, Ron. We don't want it to spill before it's perfect, right?" And with that she moved his mouth to his belly, kissing it, then to his thighs, though he kept kneading his balls. Once his arousal had diminished a bit, she opened her robe and bent over a bit, making the tip of his cock touch her nipple, which was hard.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
Smiling, she kept his shaft at an angle and stuck out her chest, making the tip dig into the soft flesh of her breast, then moved it against her flesh before rubbing it again against her nipple.
"Hermione, please …"
She continued using his cock to play with her tits for a bit, then, leaving them exposed, lowered her head back to his balls, coating them in a new layer of saliva. After making sure they were very wet, she slid her tongue up along the underside of his cock and to the tip, which she engulfed again in that maddening, slow way. She moaned around him and spent a while just sucking the tip, her tongue playing with the little slit. When he thought he couldn't take more of this heavenly torture, she lowered her head, taking more and more, though, like the first time, never all of it. Giving him a powerful suck, she started bobbing her head slowly, erotically, moaning and humming around it, acting as if she were tasting the most exquisite dish in the world. Ron clenched his fists, then dig his fingers into the pillows to avoid grabbing her head and forcing her to take his cock into her throat.
Slowly but steadily, Hermione sped up, though never taking him as deep as she could. He groaned in pure delight, feeling himself approach his much-needed orgasm, and was ready to erupt when she stopped again.
"NO! No, Hermione, noooo!" he growled, desperate. His cock was throbbing dangerously, and he felt he could explode like this, though that would be somewhat unsatisfying.
Hermione, ignoring his protests, moved to his thighs and kissed them again, not touching his cock or his balls at all, until he had calmed a bit. Then tended to his balls once more, though carefully, as if she feared he could burst. When she was sure it wouldn't happen, she took his balls into her mouth, then went back to the tip. Like the first two times, she took him slowly, savouring every inch, and began to bob her head, from the tip to the middle and back up. Mad with desire, Ron's arousal grew quite quickly this time, and he braced himself for more disappointment.
It came when she stopped once more, causing him to whine. However, unlike the other two times, she gave him a feral look.
"I missed your cream, Ron. Give me all of it." And with those words, she took him back into her mouth, deeply, and Ron's hips bucked in response, going even further into her throat. Hermione bobbed her head faster than ever, sucking hard every time she retreated, while she kept massaging his aching bollocks. Ron felt his desire concentrate and concentrate in just one point. Growling, his hips bucked on their own, making him go deeper into her throat. Hermione took him and sucked really hard.
His desire exploded.
Stars burst between his eyelids when he closed his eyes, thrusting harder, going deeper while he shouted "HERMIONE, OH, FUCK! HERMIONE, OHH, FUCK!" at the top of his lungs.
She let him fuck her mouth freely as she sucked, swallowing loudly while he ejaculated and ejaculated, her lips sealed around his pole as if she didn't want a single drop to escape her.
"Oh, holy fucking shit …" he swore, feeling drained and depleted. Hermione slurped noisily on his dick before releasing it, and grinned at him before swallowing one last time.
"You were right," she told him. "Quite a lot and tastier than ever."
"Fuck, Love, one day you're gonna kill me …"
She laughed and moved to lie on top of him. "Well, at least you'll die happy ..."
"Yeah … Merlin, you're like a happiness dementor, you know. I think you just sucked my soul from my cock …"
She burst into laughter, a sound that always made him soar. Smiling lovingly at her, he cupped her cheeks and then kissed her softly.
"It was good, then? I think I never sucked you off like that."
"It was maddening and arousing and bloody amazing. I came so fucking hard."
"Oh, I know."
They kissed again, languidly, for a few minutes, revelling in the fact that they were together. Then they got up (Ron closed and tied his robe again) and took the empty plates to the kitchen. "Bed?" he asked her. "I know it's early, but I'm tired, and someone made me work quite hard."
"Oh, poor Ron, you must have suffered quite a lot," she mocked him while using her wand to quickly clean the dishes. "But yes, let's go to bed," she added in her normal tone, giving him a quick kiss. They turned off the TV and then went to their room. After cleaning their teeth, Ron let Hermione use the toilet and walked back into their room, getting into bed completely naked. Relishing the comfort and warmth of their bed, he let out a sigh, thinking about the day. They had got the two fuckers, he had shagged Hermione thoroughly, and now he was going to sleep in his own amazing bed, next to her. And, as the icing in the cake, he didn't have to be back at work until Monday!
All in all, a fucking awesome day.
He was distracted from his musings, when Hermione came out of the bathroom, completely naked, and moved towards the dresser. After living together for four months and more than two years and a half of being in a relationship, seeing her naked while she changed not always aroused him. However, after his absence and given their recent activities, his cock reacted almost at once. It seemed he wasn't that tired, after all …
He watched as she bent her body a bit to open a drawer and grab something to wear for bed, enjoying the sight of her sexy, round ass.
"You could sleep naked," he suggested when she turned round holding and old t-shirt of his that she used for bed sometimes and a worn-out pair of white cotton panties.
"Will you?" she asked, putting on the t-shirt. When she bent to get her knickers on, Ron practically jumped out of the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders, making her stumble a little.
"Ron, what the —?"
He kissed her hard, swallowing the rest of her question, and quickly moved his hands to her ass. He grabbed her juicy cheeks, squeezing them with relish and desire, and pressed his aching erection against her stomach.
"You — you want more?" she asked when he broke the kiss.
"Fuck, yeah. You should know better than to bend over in front of me, displaying this piece of art," he said, giving her another squeeze. "Now I've gotta fuck you hard at least once more."
"I don't know if —" she started to say, but her question turned into a moan when he began to kiss her neck, kneading her supple ass.
"I want you so fucking badly," he whispered among kisses, and she put her own arms around his neck. "Oh, Ron …"
"Fuck, tell me you want me as well. Tell me you want me filling your pussy, Hermione …"
"Yes," she nodded, her voice laced with want. "Yes, Ron."
Ron's libido roared and he turned them, pushing her onto the bed. She scooted upwards and Ron climbed between her legs, his eyes fixed on her pussy. Hungry for her despite what they had done in the living room, he grabbed her legs, stopping her, and then buried his face between her thighs, grunting quite animalistically as he devoured her pussy for the second time.
"Oh, gods, Ron!" she shrieked, holding onto his hair, her legs pressing against his head. "Oh, ohhhhh!"
"Fuck, your pussy is so fucking delicious, I could eat it for hours." As proof of his words, he resumed eating her out, licking her entire slit but focusing on her clit. Hermione squirmed under his wild assault, moving her head from side to side and tugging at his hair quite painfully at times. Ron didn't mind, however. On the contrary, he loved making her lose control. He could have made her come like this, but he wanted to be inside her, to feel her clenching around him as she climaxed, so he raised his head and stared at her. "Gonna fuck you now."
Whimpering, Hermione spread her legs wantonly, and, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, pulled it until it was bunched above her jiggling tits.
"For your viewing pleasure, Ron," she muttered sultrily, palming both globes.
Ron lost it. He couldn't understand how he could feel this horny after all the sex they had had, but the question was that he was, and was going to enjoy it. So he positioned himself above her and thrust hard into her dripping pussy, making them both moan.
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Oh, gods, Ron!"
With one hand next to her head for support, Ron used the other to knead her tits, relishing how good it felt to squeeze them while he was buried deep in her cunt, and then began to fuck her with quick, powerful thrusts. She arched her back and Ron drove deeper, wanting her to feel every inch of his dick as he pounded her.
Their movements became more and more frenzied the closer they got to release, moans and groans filling the room along the rhythmic noise of Ron's thrusts.
Holding into each other, gazes locked, their arousal grew and grew until she closed her eyes and arched again, her walls clamping down on his cock as she came powerfully with a loud 'Gods, gods, gods, Ron!'
Grunting, Ron thrust harder, the added tightness sending him over the edge as well. Squeezing her breast roughly, he drove deep and exploded.
"Fuck, Hermione, fuuuck!" he shouted as he unloaded deep inside her. Panting, he lowered his body to kiss her while he kept thrusting, pulling her body towards him.
When it finally was over, he broke the kiss and took a deep breath. "Fuck …"
"Yeah …" she agreed, looking tired but satisfied.
Ron grinned at her and kissed her again. "Mmm, I'll never get tired of cumming deep inside you …" he muttered, his right hand caressing her side from her hip to her breast.
"I can tell," she said. "But that's good, because I love having you cumming inside me," she added, putting her arms around his neck.
He kissed her again, still buried in her. Fuck, he could live there, buried in her perfect cunt, because she was truly home.
Eventually, they disentangled their bodies, lying side-by-side on the bed, blissfully tired and enjoying the afterglow of the fantastic sex. After a while, Hermione reached for her wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on then both.
"I should know better than taking a bath before bed when you're home," she commented with a smile. "You always end up getting me dirty again."
Ron laughed and took her into his arms. "Well, I quite enjoy getting you dirty," he declared, claiming her mouth with his in another passionate kiss, his hands caressing her waist and hips under her t-shirt.
One would think that, after five orgasms and being rather tired due to the mission, Ron would be sated, even after six days of abstinence, but that was not the case. When he said that he couldn't get enough of her, he meant it literally.
He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, making her moan, then made her face away from him so he could bite her nape.
"Ron …"
"Your skin tastes so bloody good," he whispered into her ear before taking the earlobe into his mouth. He pressed her body against hers, his reawakened cock pressing against her soft, round ass.
"You're hard again …"
"Yeah, I am. Fuck, Hermione …" he moaned, grinding his hips against her bum, his hands moving to her stomach and then up to cup her tits. Hermione moaned as well, and Ron's arousal grew tenfold. Pushing her onto her stomach, he lifted her t-shirt again and peppered her back in kisses, moving down until he reached her ass. He cupped it with both hands, squeezing and kneading, and then began to kiss all over her cheeks.
Fuck, he loved her ass, it was so soft and firm and jiggly and so fucking amazing! It drove him wild. Unable to resist, the gave her a gentle bite, relishing the feel of that wonderful flesh in his mouth. After a couple of minutes, he felt drawn to her crack and used his hands to spread her cheeks, revealing that tight puckered hole. Almost salivating at the sight, he drove right in, pushing his tongue against her rosebud.
"Oh, oh, Ron, yes!" she moaned, raising her head and looking at him over her shoulder.
Pleased by her reaction, he pushed harder. Hermione helped, raising her ass a bit, making easier for his tongue to enter her. Her moan went straight to his cock, which throbbed in envy, though it had already been in that tight hole. Ron kept eating her ass, revelling in the feel of her cheeks sandwiching his face, enjoying the way she was bucking her hips towards him. Wanting it to be better for her, he moved his right hand between her legs and began to rub her clit with two fingers.
"Oh, ohhhhh, yes, yes, Ron! More! Mmm, that feels so good … so good …"
Ron groaned into her bum and shoved his tongue further, moving it around as much as her constricting hole allowed, determined to drive her wild with pleasure.
She responded by squirming more, rocking her hips faster to get more pleasure from his fingers and his tongue and moaning into the quilt. "Oh, fuck, Ron, fuck! I'm getting close! Gods, I'm getting close! Oh, oh, ohhh!"
Ron rubbed her clit harder, wanting to put her on the verge of release. And when the tremors of her body and her moans told him she was about to cum, he stopped.
"What —? No, don't —" But she was rendered silent when he grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, and then thrust hard, shoving his cock deep into her from behind.
"Aaah, yes!" he exclaimed in relief, a goofy grin on his face as he watched his lower belly slam against her ass.
"Oh, RON!"
"Now cum for me, Hermione! Cum HARD!" he demanded, fucking her as hard and fast as he could. Hermione practically hollered, burying her face back in the quilt and clutching it with her hands.
"ROOOOOOOON!" she screamed as she came undone, her pussy spasming rhythmically around his dick. Ron grunted again and kept thrusting fast, even using his right hand to give her ass a spank, the way her cheeks jiggled making it even better for him.
"Fuck, yes, your cunt feels so fucking good!" he grunted, his teeth clenched. "Gonna fucking cum deep in it! Again!"
"Oh, ohhhh, gods … Oh, gods, Ron … oh … ohhhh …"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, going so hard she would have collapsed were he not holding her by her hips.
"Cum in me …" she whispered under his assault. "Cum in my pussy, Ron. Deep …"
"Fuck, yes, yes, yes, gonna cum so fucking deep! Shit, here it comes, Hermione, here it — Unnngh, FUUUUCK!" he shouted as he exploded once more, slamming hard into her ass. Ecstasy filled his body as he unloaded his cum into her. He kept thrusting for as long as he was able to, until his legs gave up and, completely worn out, he fell over her, his cock still twitching a bit in her pussy.
"Gods, Ron …"
"Yeah …" he grumbled, his face buried in her curls.
"I don't know why I bother with Cleaning Charms, either …" she muttered.
He chuckled. "Are you complaining?"
"Merlin, no … That was amazing. It's been a while since last time you ate my ass, and you know how much I love that."
"Oh, yeah, I know," he said, grinning. He kissed her cheek and then rolled off her, sighing in bliss. Hermione turned to look at him.
"I'm going to cast another charm, and this is the last one, so I hope that, for your sake, you're satisfied."
"Mmm," he said. Truly, he was very tired after the mission and all the sex, yet he knew he would be able to go again. She should have to be on top, probably, but he certainly could go again.
"Well, I lost count of how many times we both came, and I'm completely knackered, so, if you want more, go to the bathroom and masturbate," she stated.
Ron chuckled and moved his right hand to her breasts, massaging them gently. "I suppose I can save it for tomorrow," he replied.
"Good, do that."
She cast the charm, and then they both got under the sheets, snuggling together. Ron kissed her forehead, smiling when her hair tickled his nose, and put his hand on her naked ass, caressing it under her t-shirt. He felt her smile against his chest. She put a kiss on his breastbone, then lifted her face to kiss his lips.
"I'm really glad you're home, Ron."
"And I'm so happy to be back with you, Love. Where I belong."
I hope you enjoyed it. The one-shot will be published around Tuesday or Wednesday. See you!