"I couldn't wait!"

Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, entering the apartment she and Ron had acquired little over two years ago. Even though it was small, it was perfect for the two of them and she loved coming back to the cozy home they had built together, the familiar smells soothing her exhausted mind.

The countless pieces of Chudley Cannons merchandise were hard to overlook, adorning various cupboards, dressers and shelves, bathing most rooms in warm orange and black colors. The living room and kitchen were fair game to Ron, but Hermione had been adamant about declaring their bedroom a Quidditch-free zone.

Time for more comfortable clothes. It was the weekend after all, and her husband should be apparating within the hour.

On her way to the bedroom, Hermione threw her coat and suit jacket over the back of the couch, kicked her boots off and reached underneath the back of her blouse, cold hands grazing her warm skin.

The bra needed to be the first thing to go.

Muscle memory made quick work of the double clasp that kept her rather large breasts from falling victim to gravity. The difference was immense. The instant her nimble fingers released the hooks on her back the subtle but annoying pressure around her chest was released – along with mountains of pent-up stress her job as the Minister's junior undersecretary provided daily.

Slinking her arms through the straps, she rid herself of the gray bra by pulling it out over the top of her cleavage and tossed it inside the hamper next to the dresser.

Her Double-D boobs made their newly gained freedom quite observable by bulging out her white blouse, her nipples reacting to the new sensation of rough fabric on skin.

Merlin, bras were a chore to wear, especially for someone as well-endowed as her. Sometimes she envied Ginny or Luna for having smaller cup sizes. With the right clothes, their slender physiques even allowed them to go braless! For Hermione, that was usually out of the question because her busty frame was hard to hide and tended to attract a lot of unwanted attention. And as a higher-up Ministry worker, she needed to uphold at least the veneer of modesty – because, unbeknownst to most of her friends and family, Ron and she were quite the sexual and kinky couple in private. Quickies were a common occurence. Even the occasional hand job was given during lunch breaks and scheduled meetings at their fireplace going to and from of work. But these were becoming increasingly rare as both Ron and Hermione excelled at their jobs and took on more work as their careers grew. Close encounters helped them de-stress but they had been sorely missed these passed weeks.

Taking her first deep breaths since this morning, Hermione eyed her curves in the bedroom mirror, noticing her dark areolas peeking through the white fabric of her blouse. Now even her top felt too constricting, so she grasped the sides of her shirt and pulled it over her head and frizzy bun-tied hair in one smooth motion, tossing it to her bra.

Hermione shivered as her chocolate-brown skin acclimated to the temperature in her apartment. Cupping her breasts and giving them a few light squeezes, she tilted her head and thought back to the times when she had felt so insecure about her physique. Her roommates Lavender and Parvati had developed sizeable breasts alongside her, but either of them had grown in general height as well, while Hermione had remained rather plump and short throughout her time at Hogwarts. It had been in her fourth year – one of the more stressful periods in the Trio's long, storied career as troublemakers – when she first noticed how running up flights of stairs made her chest bounce uncontrollably, much to her annoyance. Coincidentally, that was also the year, when she truly became cognizant of Ron's affections towards her. Which, in turn, made her evaluate how she felt about him. She just hadn't been sure how far his interest went. If they had only known…

She remembered standing in front of the mirror in her dorm room, just like she was doing now, scrutinizing and examining her ever-growing bosom during short-lived moments of privacy, wondering if Ron even noticed how she was changing right under his nose…

Ron, slow and deliberate, slid his lips over her stomach, placing a subtle kiss every so often on her moist skin. His beard stubble brushed over her erect peaks…

One of Hermione's treasured memories forced itself to the forefront of her mind, one she often came back to when touching herself.

As part of their honeymoon, they had visited the Pyramids in Egypt. She couldn't help but smile lovingly, recalling Ron's eagerness to show his new bride the places he had visited years prior with his family. Of course, Hermione could've recited the tourist guide on Egypt by heart, but she had reveled in seeing her new husband tell tales about the Pharaohs and their hidden tombs, nodding along excitedly to everything she already knew. Her never-ceasing urge to snog him throughout their whole trip was hard to quell but she managed to hold their impromptu sessions to a minimum. Luckily, the nights' humidity made for a wonderful excuse to be naked for most of the time spent in the hotel room – not that they really NEEDED an excuse.

Hermione's hand slipped over the tips of her breasts again, the sensations her hard nipples sent down her spine pulled her back to Ottery St. Catchpole. The dark, damp room in Giza replaced by the soft, cool bed she was now lying on, staring up at the ceiling. Hermione closed her eyes as her fingers traced the outlines of her heavy boobs lying on her chest, willing her mind to go back to those steamy intimate nights.

Ron, his blue eyes catching hers, piercing her soul, as he let his tongue roam freely over her sensitive nips, streaking saliva and suckling on her flesh, diving his nose into the valley of her cleavage and exhaling a long-held breath, making Hermione squirm as her sweat-covered skin reacted to the sudden stream of air.

Hermione's right hand was already making short work of her zipper when a thought broke through her reminiscence. Ron was due to apparate sometime in the next 30 minutes. She could wait and jump him as soon as his briefcase hit the floor – but before she could ponder her conundrum her fingers acted on their own accord and probed inside the hem of her knickers, brushing playfully through the tops of her lush brown hairs. No, the need was too great. She loved her husband more than anyone in the world and the way he made her feel was unrivaled – yet the arousal was just too much to ignore.

And just like that, Hermione rid herself of any pretense, any modesty. Pure, unadulterated lust assumed control of her limbs as they moved quicker than her mind could follow, muscle memory trained in self-pleasure working its magic. Before she knew it, her pants and knickers were on the bedroom floor. She spread her legs as two fingers parted her wet folds while her middle finger ran rampant across the hot center, flicking her clit with fervor. While her body convulsed with every move over her sensitive nub, her left hand was kneading her boobs with intensity, running back and forth between them, pinching and lightly slapping her favorite stress relievers. Her hand left her tit to undo the bun holding down her unruly hair as her mind drifted back to that night in Giza…

Ron, the Atlantic caught in his irises, drove his nose through her thick ash brown bush, damp with saliva and sweat. Ron nibbled ever so carefully on the lower-most curls of her pubic mound, just above her clitoral hood. It was her absolute favorite place to rub herself…but Ron didn't know that yet. Well, he was about to find out.
"Ron…mmmhhmmm…that spot…keep going…I love it!"
"Oh…so you mean, if I do…this…?" Ron pressed his flat tongue over her clitoral hood as his hands dug themselves into her elevated thighs, fingers kneading the glistening flesh.

Hermione's fingers expertly roamed over and in between her folds, running her nails through the drenched pubic hairs covering her outer labia. She knew this memory would get her to where she wanted – NEEDED – to go. Oh, how she wished they could go on holiday again, spending weeks side by side, laughing, shagging, making new memories. She didn't care if they climbed the tallest mountain or plunged the deepest ocean – if it was with Ron, she'd be having the time of her life.

Hermione flicked her sensitive pearl with one hand as the other delved middle and ring-bearing finger repeatedly in and out of her creamy depths, her juices running down past the hairs around her anus and pooling under her curvaceous bum.

"Yes…GODS, YES! RON! Just keep your tongue…OHHHH let me just…!" Hermione gripped her moist bush, tugging at her curls as Ron lapped at her opening like he was dying of thirst. The slight pain mixed with waves of pleasure undulating from her gushing pussy and pinched nipple hit her nervous system with the most gratifying crash. Hermione threw her head back and pressed her auburn frills into the pillow as her orgasm washed over her entire body, running from her flushed cheeks to her glistening legs, making her toes twitch.

Just as past-Hermione reached her blissful climax, present-Hermione felt so close she need only reach out and take it! Her fingers had started pumping into her wetness furiously as that vivid steamy night danced behind her clenched eyelids. Wishing it was her husband's cock, Hermione sucked on her left fingers, coating them in saliva, only to trace them over her hardened nipples, mewling with unbridled pleasure.

FUCK! There it was! Sweet release! One more finger in her hot vagina, one more pinch of her nipple…one more tug of her bush…UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHH!

Hermione's abdomen burst with an explosion of heat as she arched her back, warmth spreading through her genitals, reaching down her spread-eagled legs, up her arms that had buried themselves in her disheveled hair. Her muscles twitched in tandem with each spasm her brain shot through her. After what simultaneously felt like hours and seconds, Hermione huffed and let out an elated giggle, wiping sweat from her brow. Her nose caught the scent wafting from her fingers covered with her wetness. A collage of images featuring her naked husband doing unspeakable things to her most private parts shot through her mind. Hermione took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, releasing the tension in her core muscles.

Where could he be?! If he didn't show up soon…

POP!

Ron landed in the living room with the unmistakable sound of someone materializing out of thin air.

That idiotic Mercer be damned! Why couldn't he handle his own bloody paperwork?! It had been a long day at the office. Their new squad member Andrew Mercer had not been up to standard, as far as Ron and Harry were concerned. Luckily Harry had agreed to fix the rest of the mess Mercer had created with his shoddy paperwork and let Ron duck out early. He felt like he hadn't seen his wife in ages, much less felt her soft skin…

In recent months Ron and Hermione had either missed each other because of their work schedules, or Ron had been be away on missions, some having taken longer than anyone could've anticipated. Often enough, one had come home to find dinner ready, and their preferred companion already tucked in and fast asleep. Ron chuckled to himself as he undressed, thinking about the time when he had prepared a fancy surprise dinner for his wonderful wife, only to fall asleep on the couch with his apron, still clutching the spatula. Hermione had been held up at the Ministry, as it so often happened for one as important as her, having reached the position of Junior Undersecretary to the Minister himself in only a year and a half.
As Ron undid the top buttons on his shirt, he reflected on just how much he was in awe of Hermione. How he'd been able to convince her to marry him, he still didn't understand, but he was the last person to complain. The time management wasn't perfect by any means, but they dealt with it, they always did. That meant that most quality time had to be pushed to a weekend when both Ron and Hermione were free to spend more than fleeting minutes with each other.

It was one of those weekends, thank the gods.

"Honey, I'm home!" Ron called as he made his way to the kitchen for a quick sip of water.

"I was beginning to worry, love." Hermione answered faintly from the bedroom. "Won't you come to the bedroom? I have a surprise for you…" Her voice filled Ron's limbs with warmth like sunshine in Winter. Gods, did he miss her! He chugged the glass of water and called back. "Coming."

Surprise? What could she mean? His birthday had been last month. The only thing his starved-for-touch-mind could come up with was his nude wife seductively spread across their wedding bed, undressing him with her sultry looks. But Hermione probably wanted to show him the newest Daily Prophet crossword that miraculously had no more typos in it, thanks to her incessant letters complaining about them. As he hurried towards the bedroom, his eyes fell upon the aforementioned surprise and Ron looked like an Erumpent Horn had just exploded.

There she was, his angelic wife, perfectly mimicking his vivid fantasy and turning it into sweet reality.
Hermione was presenting her glistening curves to her husband by lying on her side, facing the door, head leaning in her hand. Her salacious grin sent every ounce of Ron's blood towards his crotch.

"Surprise! It's me! Naked. That's the surprise. I'm naked. I'm a master at surprises." Hermione giggled like a nervous first-year without taking her eyes off of his. Ron couldn't help but laugh at Hermione's well-established comedic misfires. He adored her nervous ramblings when she felt unsure about her sexiness. All he wanted to do in those moments was to scoop her up in his arms and ravage her, making her see just how incredible she really was.

"That's the best surprise I've had since Ginny left that birthday muffin spiked with a puking pastille on my desk" Ron quipped, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow, Ronald. Way to ruin the mood" Hermione said sarcastically.

"Now, how about you lose the clothes and join me in bed…I really missed you!" Hermione's bossy veneer crumbled away to leave only her longing for her husband. Ron watched as his wife slipped beneath the covers while he frantically tore at his clothes that just didn't want to come off fast enough tonight.

After ridding himself of his socks and boxers, Ron joined Hermione, quickly closing the gap between their bodies, lips meeting with frenzied passion. Due to Ron being quite a bit taller than Hermione, his erection rubbed up against her nether regions when they were level with each other. Their tongues danced a well-rehearsed routine as he pressed his hardness against her, making both moan with anticipation. Ron loved the sensation her bush caused as his cock slid up and down, over and through it. As he palmed her breast, Hermione reached down to grasp his member around the shaft and guided its tip over her hairy pubic mound, shifting her lower body to poke the head of Ron's cock between her labia, coating it in her wetness. The pleasure Ron was experiencing was almost too much to comprehend. Hermione's small fingers were wrapped tightly around his erection and pumped up and down, making sure to always rub the head against her damp curls.

"'Mione…I'm already…close. I'm sorry" Ron mumbled through their kisses.

"Oh, that's ok. Go ahead, baby. Let go, we have all weekend…" Hermione hummed reassuringly, eyes closed, nose to nose with her husband. She dug her lips into his neck and sucked on his skin as Ron's pressure on her boob increased. Hermione felt emboldened by the fact that Ron was close to coming. Usually, their sessions lasted quite a bit longer before either of them reached their climax but right now Ron was on the cusp of his orgasm because of her and she was going to push him over the edge.

With her failsafe technique.

Dirty Talk.

And since Ron was aroused by her body hair, she knew exactly what to do. Besides, if there was one thing Ronald Bilius Granger-Weasley had, it was a mind poised on jumping to sexual innuendo at the first opportunity. It was a gift and curse, she mused as she tightened the hold she had on Ron's member. Hermione typically frowned upon using swear words and similar derogatory language, but the bedroom was an entirely different world. Rules of propriety didn't necessarily apply here…

"Oh…so you like my bush?" Hermione whispered into his scarlet-colored ear as her hand sped up around his hardness.

"Do you like it when I rub your hard cock over my hairy mound?" Pre-cum was already lubricating Hermione's strokes.

"UGNNHH Hermione, please! MORE! I'M THERE!" Ron moaned loudly into her hair; his face burrowed deep in her chaotic locks. Panting rapidly, he gripped her back and pulled his wife even closer into him.

Reaching down beneath Ron's member, Hermione cupped Ron's scrotum and fondled it playfully, knowing it would surely make him explode.

"Come on, baby! Shoot your load over my hairy cunt! Do it! GIVE IT TO ME! I WANT IT!"

Hermione felt Ron's dripping cock convulse under her fingers as Ron humped her tight grip, his nails digging into her back. Ropes of cum shot into her bush and over the happy trail on her stomach, some landing below her breasts.

"FUUUUHUUCK!"

Ron's limbs spasmed with intense pleasure. Holding on to Hermione for dear life, he emptied himself entirely over her front.

Chest still heaving, Ron noticed how he had clenched down on Hermione's back and drew back to face his wife with a red and splotchy face and expression of pure bliss.

"'Mione, that was bloody amazing! I love it when you get all nasty." Ron winked and cupped Hermione's face, pulling her into a sensual kiss, sending sparks down her spine.

For a split second she wanted to detach herself from her husband, who was relishing his post-orgasm euphoria, to wash off the spunk still dripping down her sweaty body. But Ron's intense kisses and his strong arms pulling her into him, made her resolve melt away into nothingness – they could clean up later, right now she needed to be entwined with her lover, as closely as humanly possible!

Hermione responded to Ron's urgent lust in kind by rolling over to lay on top of him, throwing off the blanket and letting her entire weight fall into his tight embrace, not caring about the cum spreading out between their pressed bodies, her squished breasts rubbing against his pecs.

For the love of God, he better be ready to do her right here and now!