3 days Part 2

In a flurry of movement Ron's boxers were off and flying across the room. Ron took hold of Hermione's outstreched arms to pull her off the couch and into his embrace, hands roaming freely across glistening skin, raunchy kisses turning their arousal up to eleven. Hermione had to stand on her tiptoes to reach Ron's lips, his engorged member pressing against her abdomen.

"We should probably take this somewhere more comfortable..." Hermione smiled seductively up at him as she savored every last one of her sultry words, firmly grasping her husband's manhood. She was dripping with anticipation. Without letting go of his length, she turned to lead him to their bedroom, Hermione's broad hips swaying as she walked, her bouncy behind driving Ron absolutely mad.

"By the love of Merlin, 'Mione! You know you drive me crazy, don't you?" Ron moaned as she pulled him by his most sensitive body part towards their bed.

Hermione affirmed his question with a cheeky "Mmhmm." and carried on.

They hadn't even reached the door before Ron couldn't stand the teasing anymore, so he smacked Hermione's delectable buttocks and watched the warm flesh ripple. The brunette gave a little yelp of surprise and looked over her shoulder at the perpetrator, biting her lip, silently begging Ron to do it again. But first she needed to feel him closer to her radiating center. Hermione stopped and thread Ron's throbbing hardness between her thick moist thighs. She clenched her leg muscles and Ron nearly came right then and there.

"Holy FUCK, that feels nice, love!"

Ron was in heaven. Her warm supple legs, naturally lubricated by her sweat and juices coming down from her wetness, enveloped his cock like it was a natural fit. Judging by the sounds Hermione was producing, she was quite satisfied with her idea.

Ron sensually pushed his pelvis up against her soft bum cheeks, right arm draped over her shoulder to fondle her heavy breasts, while his left arm snaked around her hip and found her wet vulva.

"God, Hermione! Your pubes are soaked!" Ron moaned into his wife's collarbone. Hermione leaned her bushy-haired head back against Ron's shoulder and closed her eyes as his fingers burrowed through the damp curls between her legs.

"Hmm, show me how much you love them." the brunette murmured as she started tugging at her nipples, relishing the sensation her erect tips were sending through her. The added loving attention Ron was giving her bush – grazing it lightly with his nails – made it almost too much to handle.

Hermione could hear her husband's barely audible profanities, murmured into her chocolate-colored, sweat-covered skin, as his fingers probed in between her folds, finally delving into her depths. Every so often a finger, covered in her wetness, grazed through her pubic mound, lathering it with her warm fluid, eliciting amorous moans from the young witch. Hand up against the wall, next to their bedroom door, Hermione moaned loudly as Ron dug his eager lips into her neck.

"FUCK, Hermione! You're a bloody goddess!"

"Ever the poet, my dear." Hermione giggled as her flushed and sweaty expression glowed with love and lust. A quick slap by Hermione across her left boob, making it jiggle, sent a bolt of carnal energy through Ron's pleasure center. He bloody LOVED it when she did that.

His thrusts slowly but surely increased in speed, his hips slamming into her cushiony bum with growing ferocity. The living room of the Granger-Weasley household was filled with a cacophony of noises – skin-on-skin smacking, groaning, heavy breathing. Hermione hoped the silencing charm would hold. Their upstairs neighbors had left passive-aggressive notes in their mailbox before...

Ron was now pumping vigorously into Hermione, his member sandwiched between her lubricious thighs – he knew he wasn't going to make it to the bedroom.

"'Mione, this…is…too…GOOD! I'm…gonna…" Ron puffed in between his thrusts. Hermione's double-D's, glistening with sweat and saliva, bounced against the wall in tandem with his rhythm.

For a brief second, Hermione pictured the wall in front of them – covered in Ron's semen. But she didn't care right now. This position was just too good to interrupt.

The brunette knew Ron couldn't handle her Dirty Talk, so she reached behind her, grabbed hold of Ron's neck, threw her head back and loudly moaned: "Yes, baby, do it! GET YOURSELF OFF ON MY SLIPPERY CHUNKY THIGHS! FUCK THEM!

Hermione felt Ron's arms constrict around her stomach as he penetrated her loins with reckless abandon.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!"

Ron's orgasm blossomed inside him, strong arms involuntarily pulling his wife even closer into his embrace.

"THERE WE GO, BABY! COME FOR ME!" Hermione loved egging him on – she clenched her core muscles one last time as she felt Ron's cock spasm close to her entrance. She drained her husband of all his seed as it shot out of his twitching dick, sperm running down her legs, some even reaching the yellow wallpaper in front of her.

She could feel his tensed muscles loosen against her radiating, sticky figure; his hips practically glued to her voluptuous backside. His breathing returned to a normal pace while his hands caressed her physique until they cupped her supple bosom.

Hermione's hand was playing with Ron's hair when he took a deep breath and exclaimed:

"By all that is good and holy…BLOODY FUCK, HERMIONE! You think YOUR orgasm was good?!"

Hermione needed to look into that wonderful, flushed face, so she released his half-deflated member from her sweltering inner thighs and turned to face him, the biggest smile on her rosy-cheeked features.

Yes, obviously the sex with this man was AMAZING but she enjoyed these intimate moments just as much, if not more…his stark blue eyes boring into hers – into her soul, plunging her depths, swimming through her thoughts, her cares, her desires… - wow, now SHE was the one waxing poetic! She gave a little laugh and closed in on Ron's dumbfounded, glazed expression. His afterglow was doing a real number on him, she could tell. Grasping his face and pulling him further down so she could kiss him, she replied with a wink:

"I have to admit, when I'm good, I'm REAL good."

Their lips met.

There she is.

Hermione.

'Mione.

Yeah, 'Mione's better.

The girl who drives me insane more than anyone I know. Sitting at her favorite table in the Gryffindor common room. Doing something important, as usual.

Merlin, when she bends over her parchment like that, her bushy hair completely hides her face! But it really suits her… it looks really fluffy…wonder what it would feel like to run my hand…or my face…through i…

STOP IT! You've been down this road before. She only likes you as a friend, if at all. Can you stop being a git to her for a bloody second? But she doesn't make it easy, that's for sure!

Still, she's…just…if she could see how I feel… NEVER MIND THAT NOW, JUST SAY WHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY!

"Coming, Hermione? Dinner will be over soon, if we don't hurry. Harry is already there."

"I'm almost done, Ronald" – I usually hate it when people call me that…but when she does it…I don't know – "go ahead without me, I'll be right down. Maybe save a muffin for me, if you can?" – Merlin's pants, that smile. Her beautiful brown eyes. How could they ever see me as…? I want to…I need to kiss her. Tell her I love her, love her so bloody much. Bloody hell, YOU ARE STARING AT HER, SAY SOMETHING!

"ohh..uhh, yeah sure, of course, 'Mione. No problem."

THAT LOOK! DID I SAY SOMETHING DUMB?! OH GOD, I'M DEAD! BLOODY IDI-

"'Mione? Is that your new nickname for me? OH BOLLOCKS SHE HATES IT IDIOT IDIOT IDIO-

"I like it."

Phew.

Merlin, that smile.

Their lips parted.

There she was.

Hermione.

'Mione.

Yeah, "'Mione" was definitely better.

The girl who drove Ron insane, in the best ways possible. Exhibit A was still slowly dripping down the wall behind her.

There she was, her nude curvaceous body leaning against his, her chin resting on his sternum, gazing lovingly up into his face, grinning from ear to ear, her disheveled hair casting partial shadows across her face.

There she was, with that smile that had held his heart hostage ever since he had realized just how amazing Hermione really was. And that he was madly, hopelessly in love with her.

"Enjoying your afterglow, love?" Hermione mumbled, pursing her lips and placing cute little kisses over his sparse chest hairs.

"You have now idea, 'Mione…" Ron hugged her tightly, holding her in a close embrace, delighting in the sensation her pillowy breasts were giving him.

"I know we like to occasionally walk around au naturale, but how about we get into a more horizontal position, preferably under covers? For real, this time." Hermione added with a wink.

"That sounds brilliant, love." Ron nuzzled his nose through her frizzy hair and kissed the top of her head.

"Ok, you go ahead and warm the bed while I clean up this mess you made." Before Ron could even interject and say he'd clean it up, she was already halfway across the room, retrieving her wand from her coat. Ron couldn't help but eye his gorgeous wife's exquisite bum, bouncing with every step Hermione took. Even when she wasn't trying to seduce him, he was spellbound.

"I can feel your eyes on me, Ronald…" the brunette jokingly admonished her husband while she fumbled for her wand.

"Not fair! I can barely keep my eyes off you when you have clothes ON! When you're starkers, it's bloody impossible!" Ron realized suddenly his hand had wandered down to his junk on its own accord. He had slowly stroked himself to half-mast already.

Hermione, with her back still turned, dropped her voice an octave and spoke in salacious tones: "Is this what you want?" Her hand landed on her butt cheek with a satisfying SMACK.
"Now go and warm the bed or I swear, Ronald Granger-Weasley, I WILL put clothes on!"

All Hermione heard as a response was a soft "Blimey, 'Mione…" followed by the sound of a very naked handsome young man elbow-dropping on to their queen-sized bed.

She giggled before walking back towards their bedroom. Ron could be such a goofball. But she loved that about him. After using her wand to vanish the results of their passionate love making, her eyes fell on her husband lying in bed on his side, wrapped in the blanket, giving her the most ridiculous puppy eyes.

She seductively leaned inside the doorframe, making a show of her buxom physique, letting Ron drink her nude figure with his thirsty wide-eyed expression. All of Hermione's curves and untrimmed patches of body hair between her legs and under her arms were on full display and she never grew tired of Ron's voracious reactions, his eyes darting between her breasts and her untrimmed bush.

"'Mione, please, for the love of Merlin… you should seriously reconsider ever wearing clothes again!" Hermione giggled and blushed.

"For you I'll consider it…but I believe my colleagues at the Ministry might object to such a choice of work attire."

When she reached the bed, Ron pulled back the sheets to let her snuggle up against him. With a flick of his wand, the lights went out.

There it was.

The safest space in the universe.

Hermione let out a long, satisfied sigh against Ron's warm torso and welcomed his lips as he moved down to kiss his brunette. Their tongues were slow and deliberate, every movement part of a long-memorized dance. Ron's hands were on a slow descent down Hermione's spine, destined for the two round, plump hills forming her heavenly rump.

The brunette had the same idea, her hands going straight for the gold, nails digging into his taut arse, coaxing subtle groans from her husband.

Like they were of same mind, body and soul, Ron's budding erection made its intentions quite clear as it poked at Hermione's sensitive lower lips – just as she noticed the blood rushing to her loins, making her slit moist with anticipation.

It was going to be a long night.