Distractions, Distractions Part 2

Ron stepped out of the shorts and underwear that had been pushed to his ankles as he frantically rid himself of his remaining clothes. He watched on excitedly as Hermione undid her complicated headwrap, tossing the towel across the room.

"Coming, love?" Hermione said, wiggling her delectable behind at her husband as she got into a Doggy-position on the couch.

"I'm right here…"

Imagining Ron's hardness rubbing against her most sensitive areas was one thing but feeling it throb against her still glistening folds, feeling Ron slowly trace the tip in between the hairs on her labia was a whole new level of pleasure.

Throwing her head back, letting her freshly washed and now dried oak-brown locks spill across her shoulders and back, Hermione moaned. Kneading his wife's squishy bum, he could see how some hairs came up and around her anus. He never knew why but Hermione's body hair just turned him on so much. It probably had to do with the fact that he derived happiness and pleasure seeing his lovely wife feel safe and comfortable in her own skin. Nothing could make Ron feel than seeing Hermione happy and content. The redhead, caught up in his thoughts, was pulled back to reality by his pleading wife.

"Hmmm, don't tease me, Ron…! Just put it in." Hermione moved her buttocks to grind against Ron's dripping length probing her opening.

"Fuck me, Hermione, I love you so goddamn much!"

And with that he was inside of her.

Hermione involuntarily arched her back as he plunged her depths, reaching all the spots she was hoping he'd reach. She didn't love this position, simply due to the fact she wasn't facing her handsome husband, unable to snog him. But she had to admit: The angle at which Ron could enter her gave her waves of pleasure she rarely experienced through other positions. Closing her eyes and moaning softly every time Ron's waist hit her bum, Hermione inhaled and let herself melt into him.

"Merlin's Beard, 'Mione, this feels divine." His hips sped up as Hermione could feel Ron dig his fingers into her soft arse cheeks.

The brown curls, thrown back between her shoulder blades, caught Ron's attention.

"Gods, I love your long hair, love! And it smells so nice…" Ron leaned forward and stuck his nose in between her locks. The scent coursing through him brought his thoughts back to 6th year Potions at Hogwarts when they were making Amortentia. His concoction wasn't good for much, but it did contain hints of Hermione's shampoo and the perfume he'd given her in fifth year.

Snapping back to reality, Ron grabbed a tuft of Hermione's locks and pulled.

"Uhhh…my god…Ron! Harder…" the brunette moaned towards the ceiling, eyes clenched shut.

Ron disliked being dominating in bed. He was more of a caring, hyper-aware lover, always worried he was hurting her or doing something wrong. But in certain times, both enjoyed a bit of powerplay.

"So, you want to be…FUCKED hard…HUH?"

Thrusting with every stressed word, he managed to coax desperate and arousing sounds from his needy wife.

"Fuck, Ron. MORE! We were gentle this morning, NOW I NEED TO COME!" Hermione shouted as she shoved herself back onto Ron. A switch had been flipped and she needed him to be rougher.

"Say no more, love…" The redhead leaned forward so he was level with Hermione's lips. Hermione turned her head and promptly bit into her husband's lip, due to the surprise sensation of Ron grabbing her swaying breast, pinching the nipple.

"Oh, fuck yes, grab my tits and slap them! DO IT BABE!" Ron was always so worried he'd hurt his wife, if he slapped her breasts, but she had assured him many times over that she liked a good smack across the nipple and that she trusted him completely. Wanting to comply with his wife's wishes, he moved his left arm underneath her and started lightly smacking and fondling her breast from beneath. Her moans and grunts were music in his ears.

"Keep fucking me, baby, I'm almost there…" Hermione hissed as Ron sat back up to grab her arse cheeks, holding on to them as he relentlessly pumped into his ecstatic wife.

As their skin smacked together with an increased pace, the couple could feel their respective orgasms approaching.

Without thinking, Hermione leaned on her shoulder as her right hand reached back to grab her bush, pulling at the luscious hairs on her pubic mound. Her left hand swung back to land on her arse with a satisfying SMACK.

Ron knew what that meant and started to smack the other cheek, raking his nails over the taut skin for good measure.

"FUCK, Ron! Oh my god! I…I'm gonna…please….PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR BABY!"

Before Hermione could even register what she had just yelled out, Ron had already collapsed on her back, pushing her down on to the couch, his cock twitching inside of her as he shot his warmth into hers.

"Baby, yes! I want…I need to have…Oh My God! This feels so right…I…yes..baby…I"

Ron's incoherent ramblings turned what could have been a moment of pure horror for Hermione into one of pure bliss. Any worrisome thoughts she might have had about them not being ready to have little redheads dissipated into pink cloud of butterflies when her orgasm undulated from her abdomen, racing along her limbs, washing across her scalp, reaching the tips of her sweet-smelling locks.

He was ready. And so was she. This was the man she loved more than anyone in the world and she wanted to have a family with him.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she grabbed Ron's hand that was placed next to her face, pressing her lips against his calloused skin.

"I love you baby, I –"

"I love you so much, Ronald!"

"I don't know if you only said that cause of your orgasm, but – "

"Shush it and let me turn around." Hermione said as she turned to lie on her back, finally locking eyes with her wonderful husband.

"I meant every word of it, dear." They clasped each other's faces and came so close their lips were almost touching.

"I want…I want to start trying." Hermione's voice shook with emotion as tears streamed down her face, hitting Ron's fingers clasping her cheeks.

"Oh, 'Mione…" Ron whispered as his face ran red with tears.

Before anything else could be said, their lips were glued together, neither wanting to break away from the other, holding on to this precious moment for as long as possible.