Distractions, Distractions Pt1
Roses. A whole field of them. And they smelled so beautifully. They filled him with this uncanny sense of belonging, a warm, safe place to be.
He always loved roses, the way they looked, the sound of their name. The roses in his mother's garden always bloomed brightly.
Lying here on a blanket on a hot summer's day at the Burrow while Hermione leaned forward, smelling the scent rising from the flowers. He joined her.
He heard her laugh…
The Roses were tickling his nose...
When Ron awoke, he was staring into a disheveled jungle of dark brown curly hair, his face buried in it.
Merlin, did he love his wife's wild, untamable locks. He snuggled even closer to his still serenely dozing wife, trying not to move too much, so as not disturb her precious slumber. Burrowing even deeper into Hermione's frills, Ron inhaled deeply, capturing a myriad of scents and smells, all of them sending sparks through his olfactory senses.
Like a warm fireplace at the end of a long winter's day, Hermione embodied unfiltered comfort, coziness, relaxation - and most importantly - love. The love painted so unabashedly on her face, every time he came home after long missions, was enough to make him cry tears of joy when he flung his arms around his gift-of-the-gods wife to wrap her in an unyielding embrace, willing his never-ending affection, appreciation and love for this wonderful woman to flow from his muscled arms into her.
The brunette, tucked tightly in his arms, stirred slightly. Ron could feel Hermione slowly, deliberately trace the tops of his knuckles, eventually interlocking her fingers with his.
Gods, it felt so right. Like they were molded by Merlin himself to fit each other perfectly.
He gave her slender fingers a loving squeeze, which she reciprocated.
A sleepy voice came from the other side of that ash brown jungle Ron was lost in.
"Moho...oorrnig, love" Hermione yawned contently.
"Morning" Ron responded by squeezing his wife with his arms.
Hermione squeaked softly, followed by a quick giggle he could feel vibrating against his triceps.
They laid like that for another few minutes, neither saying a word, enjoying the coziness of the moment.
Ron, his face still surrounded by the brunette's messy hair, let out a long breath and asked: "So, what do you want to do today? It's the weekend, I finished all my paperwork yesterday...I'm free to pamper you...or to be pampered" he added, grinning.
Hermione, pulling Ron's arm closer to her naked chest, hummed serenely. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms after last night's lovemaking. It had been long overdue; the marks of unbridled passion were still visible. Ron's back had lines of scratch marks down to his bum. Hermione's neck was peppered with hickeys, and she was sure she could mold a perfect replica of Ron's right hand by using the print on her arse cheeks.
Suddenly realizing that she had been daydreaming, Hermione said softly: "Well, I quite like the idea of pampering each other" – she laid Ron's hand on her breast – "but I still need to finish my report to the Minister, yes Ron, I know!" He had groaned by the mention of work. "It won't take me long though, I promise. If you can handle breakfast, I can be done by lunch. And then I'll be all yours..." Hermione's voice had turned into a whisper as she encouraged Ron to firmly knead her boob.
The response was prompt and unmistakable as Ron's length, tucked snugly in between Hermione's smooth bum cheeks, flooded with blood and sprang to life, rubbing his tip against her sensitive region, making both mewl almost inaudibly.
The pair blushed as their abdomens filled with warmth, making their hips move unconsciously into each other.
"Baby...", Hermione whimpered softly.
The silence in between them was thick with urgent sexual tension and arousal.
She turned her neck so she could kiss Ron, look into his stark blue eyes and give in to her desire for closeness with her loving husband. Ron met her lips halfway and they kissed deeply, drinking each other in, lust fueling their fierce longing. Ron was happily massaging Hermione's breasts while she reached her left arm back around his head, pulling him closer into her hungry lips. Her right hand had instinctively wandered down to her fully-grown, luscious bush, to drive her nails through the top, back and forth, heightening the excitement in her loins.
The spooning position was very dear to both Ron and Hermione, as they relished moving their bodies as one, so close to one another not even a sheet of paper could fit between them. The intimacy, the love, the sheer urge to hold tight and never let go, is what Ron and Hermione looked forward to every time they could be together like this. Letting clothes and masks fall, laying bare their insecurities and fears, knowing that none of these trivial issues mattered. The mutual adoration, infatuation and unbridled desire were the only thoughts dancing through their minds. Ron and Hermione would yell it from the rooftops if their hips, lips and hands didn't already do the talking for them.
As the couple's lips met and parted and met yet again, repeating patterns long memorized, time slowed down, making seconds feel like hours.
"Ok, maybe just a quick one…" Hermione muttered through their increasingly passionate kisses. Ron was already working his now rock-hard member over her nether regions, rubbing the tip through the damp pubic hairs on and around her labia, making Hermione expel a low groan that vibrated her entire body.
"Wanna stay like this, love?" Ron whispered into his wife's ear as both their faces ran red with arousal.
"Yes, stay close to me, baby…" Hermione took Ron's hand and laid it on the soft flesh of her upper inner thigh, her husband understanding what was to come next. After throwing the last of the covers to the side, Ron proceeded in lifting Hermione's leg up so he could work his already leaking hardness closer to her dripping center. The sensation of their genitals touching made both hum with pleasure, driving their eager lips towards each other again.
After probing the head in between her hairy folds, Ron entered her, making Hermione gasp in surprise and desire, as she clenched her nails deeper into his scalp.
Ron took up a steady rhythm, making sure his deep and measured thrusts were to his wife's liking – and by the way she was holding the back of his neck, with closed eyes and an expression of pure contentment, expelling soft moans in tandem with his pelvic rhythm, Ron was pretty sure he was performing admirably.
"Mhhmm, that feels divine, love…" Hermione cooed as Ron massaged her heavy breasts with his free hand. Her nipples had hardened under the ministrations of Ron's calloused thumbs.
"I know…" Ron groaned into the crick of her neck as he increased the pressure on her jiggly boobs. "I'm so enamored with your gorgeous tits, 'Mione…they feel so nice and soft in my hands…"
Ron's steadily increased the speed of his rhythm, turning the attention of his lips back to his wife's waiting mouth.
"They feel great when you feel me up like that, love…gods, I love being so close to you…"
Hermione noticed how Ron's pelvic movements were becoming more urgent, his tongue dancing inside her mouth as he approached his orgasm. She was quite sure it wasn't going to be his last for today.
"'Mione,…I'm –"
"I know, Ron. Come here, baby…" Hermione grasped the nape of Ron's neck and pulled him into an intense snog, holding their lips steady, pressing their features into each other.
The intensity of his wife's kiss pushed Ron over the edge. A burst of warmth, starting in his abdomen, shot through his stomach, running down his arms until it reached his fingertips clenched down on Hermione's raised inner thigh and her heavy breast.
As the first load of his sperm shot into Hermione's wetness, Ron reached down and extracted his convulsing cock to aim the rest of his warm seed over her damp curls atop of her pubic mound.
"Fuuuuck…Hermione…" Ron moaned, leaning his forehead against the side of her neck. He coated her thick bush with the rest of his spunk as he rubbed his tip through the curled brown hairs between her legs.
"Hhmm, that must've felt good, honey. This position is really romantic…but it's murder on my neck." Hermione mused as she bent her neck from side to side, making the bones crack.
Ron, the serenity of the moment still painted on his features, blinked and found his wife gazing lovingly up at him as she whispered: "I love you, Ron…"
With the sudden intensity of waking from a vivid dream, Ron dove for Hermione and sought her lips with his. After several long seconds, they parted only for Ron to start stammering apologies.
"Oh Merlin, Hermione, I love you so much! But I was so selfish, I didn't even get you there…and I didn't even ask if I could…well…you know…look at this mess…stupid…I sho-"
"Will you shut up and enjoy your afterglow, baby?" Hermione laughed reassuringly as she stroked her husband's cheek.
"You're many things, Ronald, but selfish is not one of them, ok? Sex is not a competition." She kissed him again as Ron disentangled himself from the spooning position to lay back on the bed. Hermione laid her head on his shoulder, letting Ron wrap his muscled arms around her.
"And who cares about the 'mess', baby?" Hermione continued. "We've done way worse and you know it…" she said with a mischievous smile.
"Still, 'Mione. I should've-"
"Ronald!" Hermione sat up, leaning her weight on his chest. "You made me feel great. What are you apologizing for?" Hermione was applying what Ron lovingly called her 'Ministry-voice', trying to get her husband to snap out of his completely unnecessary crisis.
"When we started to get intimate, we promised we'd be just as vocal and communicative as we are when we're not naked, remember? So, that means that I. Would. TELL. You. if something were wrong, ok?" Hermione poked a finger into his pecs with every stressed word, making both giggle.
"You're right, 'Mione. Sorry about that." Ron adjusted himself to kiss his wife who had snuggled back up to him.
"Now don't go apologizing for apologizing too much, Weasley. You'll never weasel yourself out of that one…" Hermione quipped as they snuggled closer together, Ron pulling the blanket back over their naked bodies.
"Besides, the weekend is still long and ripe with opportunity…" Hermione's seductive words made Ron's mind shoot into overdrive as he pictured his nude wife promenading her delicious curves through their apartment, just waiting on her husband to jump her bones.
Smiling from ear to ear, he watched his wife wiggle out of the blanket and saunter over to the bathroom, Hermione swaying her hips with every step, knowing full-well she was driving her husband absolutely up the wall.
"I'm off to the shower. If I don't have a three-course breakfast waiting for me when I get out, I'll work on the Minister's report in my Muggle Snowsuit."
Ron guffawed at his wife's perfect deadpan delivery and was overwhelmed with a sense of pure adoration for this gorgeous woman on her way to steam up their bathroom. For a brief moment, Ron considered joining her, but his stomach had other ideas. Throwing on some loose-fitting grey shorts and one of his countless Chudley Cannons T-Shirts, he made his way to the kitchen.
Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.
Swinging the spatula to the rhythm of one of his new favorite songs, Ron stood in front of the stove, making sure the eggs were going to turn out just like Hermione liked them (Sunny Side up). Although he couldn't sing very well, Ron loved trying to find the tune and hum the harmony to it. About a year ago, Ron had started listening to Muggle Radio and the music had hooked him badly.
This particular muggle band, "Blink-182", had struck his fancy so much that he had gone out to buy their newest album so he could listen to it at home.
An anomaly, since Hermione was usually the one to buy electronics from the Muggle world – a necessary precaution because Ron was still struggling with Muggle stores and their assortment of weird but intriguing items and gadgets. A smile crept across his features as he recalled the time he had returned from the store bearing a large bag filled with every kind of battery imaginable. Hermione had laughed warmly before starting to explain all the complicated differences concerning these portable charges. A huge hassle compared to his mother's record player, but if he wanted to listen to all these fantastic muggle bands on these silvery miniature records called "CDs", he needed batteries for his "CD-Player".
Ron was swinging his hips in front of the stove when he suddenly jumped, startled by the smooth hands snaking from either side underneath his shirt to meet in the middle, wrapping tightly around his muscled stomach.
"Breakfast is almost ready, hon…you hungry?" Ron asked, taking the eggs off the stove and laying his arms over hers. Hermione hummed and responded with a voice Ron didn't expect:
"Hmm, I am…but for something else…" – Ron knew exactly what those sultry words meant – "I couldn't stop thinking about you while I was in the shower…" – Ron turned around to face his wife and let out an audible gasp – "I realized I won't be able to get any work done until…" – Hermione was gazing seductively up at him, but Ron didn't notice because his eyes were roaming her completely nude body, placing his hands instinctively on her broad hips, squeezing the warm moist skin out of habit.
He couldn't help but let his eyes skim along her subtle path of hair leading from her belly button down to her thick bush.
"So- sorry 'Mione. You're gonna have to run that back for me. I was a bit distracted by your…your…" his eyes were trying to make it up to her face but couldn't manage to get past the last obstacle – her heavy breasts, still glistening from the shower.
Hermione giggled and laid her hand underneath his chin. She could tell he needed some assistance. Raising Ron's eyes to hers, their faces lit up when their hungry gazes locked. Dumbstruck by her striking beauty, Ron forgot to move or speak, completely lost in her hazel brown eyes, shining up at him.
For the first time he noticed the towel wrapping her luscious locks in a neat but expertly tied bun, towering even Ron's height. He was always so impressed by Hermione how she managed to keep it all in place.
Hermione moved closer until her nipples touched the thin fabric covering his abs while Ron automatically moved his hands down to her bum. Once there, he dug his fingers into her chubby cheeks, making Hermione mewl softly.
"I was just saying, love, before you got all preoccupied, that" – she moved even closer, Ron bent down to meet her lips, but her mouth aimed at his left ear – "I won't be able to concentrate until you make…me…come…"
Ron's fingers, still splayed across her bum, twitched as he dug his nails into her skin, his face turning scarlet red with arousal.
"Meeeeeerlin, Hermione…I'm yours…now and forever!" The ginger dove for his wife's lips and they met passionately as Ron flung his arms around Hermione's back, pulling her closer, pressing her naked body deliberately against his.
"That's what I like to hear…" Hermione smirked before pulling Ron's loose-fitted shorts that were restraining his massive erection, to the floor. Seeing the effect she had on her husband never got old, Hermione thought as she kneeled down in front of the utterly dumbfounded Ron.
"I know it's only been like 30 minutes, but I missed him."
Ron groaned as the brunette grasped his shaft with her small but strong fingers, slowly stroking his pulsating member back and forth. Bursts of ecstasy shot through his limbs as her tongue roamed across his head until finally enveloping it in her mouth completely.
"Ohhhhh…my god, 'Mione…that feels….so fucking good!" Ron moaned as he was forced to lean back against the counter, staring breathlessly up at the ceiling.
As Hermione hummed and nodded, licking up and down Ron's leaking hardness, she could feel her own center flood with warmth and before she knew it, her right hand had found her moist folds. Letting lust take over her actions, she moved into a squatting position to better access her lower lips, sliding her fingers through the wetness building in between her legs. It had taken all kinds of self-control to not masturbate in the shower right after she and Ron had made love – it was all going to be worth it now. But first she wanted to tease her husband a bit…
"Baby, you can grab my head and be a bit rougher with me if you want…" Hermione cooed, smiling seductively up at Ron.
"But what about your bun? I don't wanna ruin your nice towel get-up…"
"Don't you worry, I fixed it in place with magic."
"BLODDY HELL!" yelped in surprise. Hermione had taken almost his entire length into her throat, driving Ron absolutely mad.
The brunette began to slobber around his cock, and Ron couldn't resist it anymore. He put both hands on the sides of Hermione's head and began to slowly push his hips into her waiting mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she let Ron take control of the speed and depth of his thrusts.
Hermione's fingers were now diligently pumping in and out of her dripping pussy. She could sense an orgasm on the horizon and briefly forced herself to stop, wanting to save it for the sex they were about to have. It was laughable how quick her resolve broke, because when Ron delved his member deep into her throat, letting out a long husky moan, she was pushed over the edge.
Knowing she couldn't resist anymore, she let Ron's throbbing cock slide out of her mouth and leaned back on her left hand, spreading her legs farther apart, while her right hand worked urgently up and down her crotch, diving in and out of her dripping sex, spreading her juices through her moist pubic hairs.
"Fuuuuck, Ron! I'm sorry…I'm gonna…I just…"
Ron was still computing the situation, caught up in his own pleasure, when the incredibly sexy scene playing out in front of him, hit his brain center.
His hand was already pumping his shaft as he watched his nude and sweaty squatting wife get herself off while looking deeply into his eyes, her features scrunched together, giving her an insanely cute facial expression.
"BABY…I'M COMING…!" Hermione's yell of elation filled the kitchen as she bucked her hips into the air, her limps shaking uncontrollably.
Feeling her orgasm wash over her, Hermione knew she needed Ron inside of her to feel completely sated.
Grinning from ear to ear, the brunette gave her husband – who was still eagerly watching her while he touched himself – non-verbal cues to come pick her up. Ron practically dove at her and scooped her up in his strong arms with ease. Once she was level with his lips, she urged her face towards his, meeting in passionate kiss, tongues darting in, out and around each other's mouths.
"Merlin, baby, that was incredibly hot! We need to do that more often…like jerking off together…" Ron breathed excitedly as he let Hermione slip out of his arms until she was standing again.
"We do, honey," Hermione smiled, even more out of breath than he was. "but right now I need you inside of me!" Hermione grabbed his face to kiss him fiercely and they were off to the living room. As Hermione crawled on to the couch, presenting her gorgeous round bum to her horny husband, she knew it was going to be some time before she could even begin thinking about work…