"I couldn't wait" Part 2

„Give me a minute to recharge, 'Mione. I just had a bloody intense orgasm!"

Hermione rubbed her cum-covered front over his in response. "I noticed…" she grinned as she locked lips with the ginger man underneath her.

"Mhhmmbaby?" Ron mumbled through their snog. "You know what we haven't done in a while?"

Hermione had laid her chin on her hands which were placed on Ron's pecs, looking expectantly into his deep blue eyes. "What?" she answered.

Ron lifted his wife at her hips to pull her up until they were nose to nose: "Sixty-Nine!"

Hermione's eyes lit up as she pictured smothering this gorgeous face in front of her with her shapely bum. She kissed him fiercely, giving Ron her implicit ok.

"Give me that delicious behind of yours!" Ron said excitedly as Hermione detached herself from his chest, their sweat- and cum-covered skin separating with a satisfying sound. The brunette turned around, positioning her damp folds above the ginger's waiting tongue. As she straddled his face, her knees next to his ears, a bolt of joy shot through her limbs. Hermione couldn't help but throw her head back and press her lower body deeper into Ron's eager face. His tongue was parting her lower lips, exploring her wetness with fervor. He delved in and out of her depths and raked across her numerous soaked pubic hairs covering her outer labia.

"Oh…GODS, Ron! YES! Right…THERE!"

Without consciously noticing, Hermione started to grind on Ron's tongue, not willing to miss any ministrations he had in stall for her. Every time her clit was touched or sucked on by Ron's lips, she whimpered and clenched her eyes shut, focusing on the blissful tide of rapture washing over her.

As Hermione let wave after precious wave of unending pleasure undulate from her dripping center, Ron's begging voice broke her out of her dream-like state.

"Hermione…please…! I'm dying here!"

Hermione gazed down to find Ron's throbbing and bobbing member dripping pre-cum on to his stomach muscles. Her mouth began to water as she immediately remedied her mistake by grasping his long shaft with her thin fingers and moved her mouth to close her lips around his head, catching pre-cum on her tongue and savoring the taste.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry, Ronald. I was completely caught up in what you're doing to me back there…"

Ron murmured some unintelligible comment into her warmth as Hermione kept stroking up and down his hard length. His hands were placed on the butt cheeks above him, massaging the soft chocolate-colored flesh.

Ron dug his nails into her skin in response to Hermione driving his cock deeper and deeper into her warm throat, gagging and spitting around his hardness.

"Oh…MY GOD, HERMIONE! You…are…amahhaazing!" Ron managed to splutter while Hermione lightly bounced her gushing pussy on his face, producing the most delectable sounds in the process.

By licking up and down his shaft and suckling on the head dripping with pre-cum, she pampered her husband's most sensitive parts. Gripping his length tightly with her dainty fingers, she reached down to his scrotum with her other hand and fondled his balls lightly, making Ron hump into her mouth even more desperately.

"Fuck…Hermione! Please…KEEP GOING! This…feels amazing!"

Hermione was now bobbing her head up and down on her husband's dripping member, slathering it with her saliva. He was too big to fit all the way into her mouth, so she gripped the lower part with her fingers and stroked him vigorously in rhythm with her blowjob. The sounds she was making were driving Ron absolutely insane.

"GARGL – Do you – GLUCKL – like it when – GLOBL – I take you – GLUGG – deep inside – my slutty throat?"

"Merlin's fucking beard, Hermione! YOU ARE JUST TOO HOT TO HANDLE!" Ron yelled as he smacked his wife's arse. She responded by increasing the speed at which she was riding his features, almost covering Ron's entire face with her hot and hairy snatch.

As the couple lost themselves in their fits of passion any care for propriety or rules of decorum were thrown right out the window. Pure, unhinged lust had taken over their minds and bodies.

"Oh yeah, honey, lick my hairy cunt!" Hermione panted around Ron's cock as she humped his nose and outstretched tongue. Ron did just that and in turn thrust his throbbing hardness into her waiting mouth, going deeper and deeper with each push, Hermione gagging on his length.

"More…GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR PUSSY JUICES, 'MIONE!" Ron groaned as he pushed his wife's arse closer into his face. Hermione, not taking her husband's dick out of her mouth, hummed an affirmative and smacked her left butt cheek for good measure as she changed her movements from up and down to back and forth, sliding her dripping sheath over Ron's features.

Sweat and nectar started running down Hermione's inner thighs and Ron turned his face to lick up every drop he could reach.
He felt Hermione pressing her arse further down and closer to his mouth, so Ron responded by probing her gushing insides with his tongue, flicking her sensitive nub as he nuzzled his nose into the dripping pubic hairs around her entrance, relishing her scent.

"Oh…GODS! Baby!" Hermione groaned loudly after taking Ron's cock back out of her mouth.

"Can I fuck your face, baby? I'm so close…" Ron whimpered as he continuously humped Hermione's fist.

"Sure, love. Push my pussy onto your mouth and play with my clit. I'm almost there as well!" Hermione breathed desperately.
The new battle plan hadn't made it all the way through Ron's brain before Hermione plunged back down, completely enveloping his cock with her mouth, driving his length to the back of her throat and back out again.

"FUUHUUUCK, Hermione! And… can… you grip my…?" Before Ron was able to finish, Hermione had read his mind and tugged at the small forest of ginger pubes. What worked for her, worked for him as well. And she knew pretty much all his kinks by heart at this point.

Ron reached down to lay one strong hand on the back of Hermione's head and lightly forced her down onto his pumping member, making his wife tear up and gag, driving both to the edge of euphoria.

While Hermione was sucking him off, Ron had pushed his entire face into her wetness and let Hermione grind on his nose, beard and tongue with reckless abandon.

Sounds of unbridled passion filled the bedroom. Loud moans, groans and heavy breathing were indicators that either of them were close to reaching their respective orgasm.

Ron cried out a string of profanities as he reached his climax in his wife's mouth, emptying himself inside. Hermione caught his cum and swallowed it after pumping his shaft, getting every last drop shooting from his tip.

Now that Ron had orgasmed, Hermione saw no issue in straddling his face completely with her delectable bum. She sat up and made Ron's face disappear completely between her bum cheeks, Ron's hands kneading the soft flesh above his head.

"Fuuuuck, Ron! Yes…yes…yes…YES!" Hermione cried out as she ground herself over the peak, the room filling with the sound of her jiggly arse cheeks clapping together, her breasts bouncing off her chest.

When her orgasm rushed through her, she sat bolt upright, threw her head back as her mouth fell open, filled with a silent scream. Ron never let go of his wife's squishy bum flesh and dragged his nails over the taut skin, bringing her euphoria to new heights.

Hermione puffed and collapsed, falling forward onto her husband's legs, giggling breathlessly.

Ron, overwhelmed by his incredible wife, couldn't help but laugh at his wife giggling like a madman.

He contorted himself out from under Hermione to crawl towards her until their lips met in an explosion of love and passion. They melted into each other as if they had been separated their whole lives, arms and legs folding around the other, holding on for dear life, pressing glistening body parts against each other.

"Merlin's ruddy Quidditch pants Hermione, that was bloody fantastic!" hissed Ron.

"You should really consider writing greeting cards, love. All that untapped potential gone to waste as an auror…" said a sweaty Hermione with her chest still heaving.

"Make fun of me all you want; Harry likes my birthday poems. Guess I chose the wrong partner in our trio."

Hermione and Ron were lying on their sides, foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes. One of their favorite pastimes was to see who would break the comedic tension first and laugh.

This one was as tough a battle as any.

Several seconds went by without either giving ground but eventually Hermione's seemingly neutral facial expression was invaded by the corners of her mouth curling upwards, no matter how hard she tried to suppress her laughter. Meanwhile Ron, holding an expression of a man watching paint dry, saw another victory for his impeccable humor on the horizon.

"Fancy a laugh, Granger?"

"You wish, Wallenby"

Ron and Hermione both doubled over laughing, holding their stomachs as tears streamed down their faces.

"Fuck me, Hermione. That was an oldy but goody." Ron chuckled as Hermione reached out to rub the last of his tears from his face.

"Language, Wallenby!" Hermione said in her best faux-bossy voice, giving his cheek a playful slap. She winked before tackling him to lay her full weight on top of his body, squishing her boobs, covered in various bodily fluids, in between their torsos.

"Says the woman who just told me a few minutes ago to quote 'eat her hairy cu-'" Ron muttered, but he was cut short by Hermione's lips smashing into his, forcing them to snog wildly.

"There's no proof of such an instance ever occurring." Hermione eventually said after their reddened lips parted.

Ron took a deep breath as they both started grinning again.

"You are one difficult witch, do you know that, Granger?"

"Luckily I have the most understanding and loving husband, who puts up with all of my quirks and oddities. And it's 'Granger-WEASLEY', thank you very much!"

"You're goddamn right, it is!"

Hermione giggled as Ron grabbed his wife's face, pulling her in for another snog session.

"You know me, there's isn't a thing in the world I'd rather do than lay naked here with you and snog, but I missed lunch at work. Would you mind if we grab a quick snack?" Ron inquired while Hermione was still kissing his lower lip.

"That sounds good, I could use a bite as well. How about we quickly hop in the shower first?" Hermione was already halfway off the bed as Ron watched her reach for a tissue to wipe some of his spunk and sweat off her belly. Her hair was a disheveled mess, thick strands of dark curly locks standing every which way.

"Hermione, when you're naked you could tell me to jump off a cliff and I'd probably have zero follow-up questions." Ron's eyes were following his wife's curves as she was sitting on the side of the bed with her back to him.

She got up and opened her arms in an inviting gesture, a warm loving smile on her face.

"Come, love. Let's freshen up and get some refreshment."

Ron didn't need to be told twice, he was in his wife's arms in seconds, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead.

"But to comment on your fear that I'd send you headfirst off a cliff, I can put your mind at ease. You're safe, at least for now…besides, love," Hermione continued as they walked arm in arm to the bathroom "you won't escape me that easily. I still need you to shag me, preferably all weekend long…" She grabbed his taut butt and gave it a firm smack.

"I might be up for that, gotta check my schedule though…" Ron responded sarcastically.

Hermione turned the tap on and stepped into the hot stream. She cocked an eyebrow, to give her best annoyed look.

"If you check your schedule again, you'll notice it has HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER-WEASLEY in all caps in every available time slot. Just thought you ought to know. I warned you I was always the best at charms." A last cheeky wink was sent Ron's way before the brunette started shampooing her hair in the hot water.

Ron was once again dumbfounded by his wife's absolute stunning beauty, his mouth agape, as he unsuccessfully tried to tear his eyes from the brunette's gorgeous curves, her heavy breasts dotted with water droplets.
His eyes wandered from the tufts of armpit hair down to the fur between her legs and he felt his member growing as he stepped forward to join Hermione under the showerhead. After adjusting it so he could fit underneath it as well, he reached around Hermione's pronounced bum cheeks and cupped them in his hands, shivering at the incredible feeling they gave him, Hermione humming contently in response.

The brunette was already happily washing her thick head of hair with closed eyes when Ron placed a quick kiss on her lips. Her little surprised giggle – "Stop that, Ronald!" – made him die inside.
She was just too cute and a million other words that described the girl of his dreams.

Come to think of it, he never ever dreamed of anyone but her.

Gods, he was a lucky man.