This is a work of fan fiction.
All characters are the property of their respective owners. I own the story line. Chapter 8 - Naughty Little Minx It was a typical Sunday afternoon; Ron sat at the table with his wife, each going over notes for the coming week's work. Atypically though, Hermione was doing nearly nothing.
She sat staring at an open card that had arrived by owl half-an-hour earlier; her pen hung in the air, poised to respond, but remained unmoving as Hermione stared off into space. Unable to take the suspense any longer, Ron slid from his chair and walked around behind his wife.
She jumped as he gathered her hair and kissed her neck. "Feeling guilty about something?" he mumbled against her skin as she covered the card. "No," she objected a bit too strenuously. "I see," he replied as his hands slid over her torso, noting her hard nipples as he grazed over them. He continued down her arms, raising goose bumps along her skin in the wake of his touch.
His fingers were within inches of the card when she seemed to realize what he was doing. She hopped up and fell forward, her body covering what looked like a party announcement of some kind. "What is that, an invitation to an orgy or something?" Ron teased her. "No," she squeaked. Then she did something that completely shocked Ron, she leaned forward and swept everything off the table and onto the floor. Then she climbed up on to it and got on her hands and knees. She reached back and lifted up the oxford style button down she was wearing to expose her arse.
He was not surprised that she was naked underneath; she had been doing that a lot in the last week. "Lick me," she cooed over her shoulder. "I can't remember the last time you licked my pussy." "Last night," he replied as he sat down in her chair. He placed his hands on her hips and admired the way her slender legs and hips framed her crotch.
"That long ago?" She let out a pleasant moan as he kissed the insides of her thighs. Ron was trying to decide whether to take his time or go in for the attack when his tongue caressed her clit and she called out his name. He smiled to himself as he squeezed her ass and speared his tongue into her. She responded in kind, pushing her crotch against his mouth. He reached around her leg and pressed his thumb against her clit as he worked his tongue around inside of her. His other hand strayed as well until his thumb came to rest against her anus.
He rubbed and pushed until the tip of his thumb penetrated her. There was a sharp intake of breath as she flexed around the intruding digit. "Does that feel okay?" "Uh-huh," she sputtered as her breathing became shorter and faster. Ron began to move the thumb around inside her in tandem with the thumb on her clit; he was careful not to move it to much though. In the time since their weekend with Lavender, he had continued to experiment with how far Hermione would let him go.
She had been hesitant at first, but had warmed to Ron's gentle ministrations and small intrusions. The night before last she had gone as far as to ask him to lick her there, though she couldn't quite bring herself to actually name it. "A little more." Not quite sure which she wanted more of, he gave her more of all three.
She let out a pleasant shriek as his thumb slid in past the knuckle. She pushed back against him and this thumb slid all the way into her and her clit caught between his fingers. Almost immediately she began to call out his name as her body shook. After several seconds she shrieked and collapsed on the table. "Liked that, did ya?" Ron gently removed his thumb from her. "Wow! I was not quite ready for that." She took several deep breaths.
"You're right though, I did like it." Ron smiled to himself as he saw the blush creep over her cheeks. "Can you help me down off the table? I need to run to the little girls' room." She smiled up at him as he helped her down and 'accidentally' rubbed his erect cock against her bum. "Ron!" "Don't try to act like you're surprised by this," Ron quipped. "If you weren't such a naughty little minx, I wouldn't have this problem." "Naughty, huh? I'll show you naughty." With that she turned and sauntered toward their bedroom, her hips swinging outrageously.
At the top of the stairs, she stopped to look over her shoulder at him. With an exaggerated pout she kissed the tip of her finger and pushed it against her ass before disappearing into their room.
A statement like that would normally have prompted Ron to grab her and throw her on the bed where they would tussle until one of them decided to "lose" to the other, which usually meant that Ron pinned her to the bed and licked and nibbled her upper body while screwing her as deep as he could.
This time Ron kept his gut reaction in check as he contemplated his wife's behavior. He considered reaching down and picking up the card she had been so careful to keep from him earlier. He knew that would upset her though, she was going to great lengths to keep whatever it was secret. All he needed to do was to get her talking about it and eventually she would spill the beans on it. That was definitely the better course of action he decided, a little tickle torture, maybe a nice massage, brush her hair, eventually she'd give it up.
He entered the room as quietly as he could and crawled onto the bed. He leaned back against the cold, brass headboard and considered the situation.
She'd been sitting on this secret for a week now, and she wasn't hiding it very well. That meant she wanted him to know the secret. If she wanted him to know, why didn't she tell him? He could only surmise that there was something embarrassing about the secret, maybe something salacious. Whatever it was seemed to be translating itself into sexual energy; they had fucked more in the last week than they had at any other time in their relationship. For a moment he considered dropping it and just taking advantage of the situation.
After all, during sex and foreplay she gave as good as she got and she seemed to be on the verge of letting him do something really kinky to her. His cock twitched as he fantasized again about what it would be like to slide his dick into her nice, tight arse. "I'm happy to see you too, John Thomas." Ron's eyes snapped open just in time to see his wife lean down and place a very wet kiss on the head of his cock.
"Were you dreaming about being buried deep inside me, making me call out your name as I bounced up and down your glorious erection?" Without waiting for an answer, she put one knee on the bed and straddled his hips. She leaned in close to him until her mouth was next to his ear. "I was," she said in a hoarse whisper.
Ron was sorely tempted to let her do exactly what she was threatening. He pulled her down and settled her against his hips, his cock trapped beneath her. It was a bit uncomfortable for him, but he hoped that it would help him focus.
"What's going on, Hermione?" "What do you mean?" Ron realized she was looking at the end of his nose, not his eyes, as she responded. He ducked his head a bit and looked up at her. "I mean, you're keeping secrets, and not doing a very good job of it." He let her squirm for a minute, but she was not very forthcoming. "What was in that envelope?" "I, I want to tell you, I really do." She bit her bottom lip, ducked her head, and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
It was all he could do not to throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. She looked at him with an amused grin, then ducked her head back down. "I can't though." "Of course you can," he replied. "But you'll think I'm a bad girl; that I'm some kind of naughty little minx." That brought him up short. He had been expecting several responses, but this was definitely not one of them.
"I'm not a bad girl, I'm not naughty. Well, maybe a little naughty." Ron took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. The way she kept referring to herself as naughty and a 'bad girl' was triggering memories of reading a book that Hermione had brought home about psychology and sex. Most of it had gone right over his head or had disgusted him so much that he stopped reading after only a couple of chapters. Some of it had stuck though, much to his chagrin, and was bubbling back to the surface now.
Ron chose his next words carefully, not quite sure where she was going with this but curious to find out. "What would you make you a bad girl?" He was surprised, and a little alarmed, to hear that his voice had dropped in timbre and taken on an air of authority. Hermione seemed surprised by it as well.
"Something I want to do, something I really want to do." She curled a lock of hair around her finger and wouldn't look at him. "If I do it though, then you have to do it; then you would be naughty too, but not as naughty as me." His dick was so hard it was starting to get painful. Every time she looked at him she blushed a bit and he got a little bit harder. He was about to try coaxing it out of her when he finally realized what she wanted; and he realized he had no idea how to do it.
He mentally cursed the book that had unlocked this idea for him while trying to recall the information that was in it. "Tell me, naughty girl." There was no teasing in his commanding tone. "Tell me, or I'll spank you." Hermione's head snapped up, and she stared at him with her eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Y-y-you wou…" The sharp slap of his hand against her bare ass changed her protest to a gasp of surprise and a yelp of pain. "Tell me what it is." "But," she stammered. He pressed his hand against the spot where he had just smacked her to emphasize his point. She faltered and pursed her lips; she glanced up at him through the fringe of her bangs and then looked down again.
He almost busted a nut when he felt her push back into his hand. "I can't tell you," she mewed, "I'm bad for wanting to do it." Ron didn't even respond before smacking the other cheek of her bottom.
This one was painful for him though, she had a fairly tight butt to start with and she had clenched up just before contact. Ron clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow as he looked at her.
"If you don't tell me, I will tan your hide young lady." Her eyes got wide and then she looked away, her eyes cast demurely downward. "You'll spank me if I tell you." "That is possible, but if you don't tell me you know you will be spanked." He lightly patted her bottom to reiterate what he was saying.
He let his finger stray down and brush over her pussy causing her to shiver at his touch. "It will be much better for you if you tell me." "If I tell you, will you stop spanking me?" "Probably." His voice lost some of its harsh edge. She seemed to consider that for a moment, her mouth working as though she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to say it. "I can't tell you," she whined, but Ron was sure it was contrived because it was the same whine she used when she wanted something.
His suspicion was confirmed when she rubbed her arse against his hand. This also had the effect of rubbing her very wet pussy along his cock. Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing, she wanted the spanking. He wondered, with dismay, what kind of perverts they were becoming. He had a brief flash of Hermione dressed in leather and stiletto boots, holding a whip. The idea downright frightened him and his cock sagged just a bit.
Hermione brought him back to the current moment when she said, "I'm sorry I'm so naughty, sir." "Whoa, whoa, wait a minute here." He took a long second to focus on his wife. He couldn't begin to comprehend why she would want to be spanked. Admittedly, he was pretty fuzzy on the motivations of the 'naughty girl' fantasy; but he knew there was no way that receiving a spanking was ever going to turn him on.
"Have you ever been spanked?" "No, sir." "Stop that. I'm trying to figure out something. I need you to be serious for a minute." Her whole demeanor changed as she sat up and actually looked at him, the little-girl-parody simply falling away. "I'll ask again, have you ever been spanked. I mean, like, turned over your father's knee and really had your butt blistered." "No," she replied in horror, "that's so medieval. What a horrible way to treat children." "You obviously didn't have siblings like mine." Something in the back of his head told him that they were going to be revisiting that conversation again, but he very carefully put it away for another time.
Suddenly, it made sense to him. "This is just a game to you, isn't it." She gave him a long look and he could almost see the wheels turning; but she apparently agreed that now was neither the time nor place for that discussion.
"You mean this," she reached back and rubbed his hand against her butt. "Yeah, the whole spanking thing. It's some kind of complex game for you." "Yes, it's a game that some people play, and I thought it might be kind of fun." She placed her finger on his lips as he started to interrupt her.
"I do have something to tell you, but I'm not quite sure how. It's… difficult. You know what kind of family I come from. They're very conservative, very reserved.
If they even suspected half of the things we've done in the last couple of months, I'm not sure either one would ever be able to look me in the eye again. If anybody in my extended family found out, I'd be disowned by the lot of them." She began to draw lines in his patch of man-fur with her fingers.
"In a way, I still carry a lot of that… repression, for lack of a better word. We've done all these things, and the whole time I'm just scared to death that someone's going to find out." Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, "I still get a thrill from the taboo of having sex in the living room." Ron knew that there was some really complex psychology that he would never understand going on here.
However, he thought he understood what she needed, it was a simple coaching problem. She needed to do something, but couldn't do it without coaching from him. He smiled to himself; that he understood. "All right, let me make sure I understand this. You need to tell me something, but you're afraid to, and the only way I can convince you to tell me is to spank you." "Maybe not the only way, but it is one way." She tilted her head and gave him a smirk, the one that promised interesting things could happen.
Ron shook his head as he tried to wrap his brain around what his wife wanted. Obviously, he couldn't spank her the way he'd been spanked as a boy. If she wanted to be spanked like that, then she was not the woman he married and it was time to start looking for the Polyjuice.
Finally, he thought he had a plan. He just had to read her moves and reactions and get her to do what she already wanted to do.
He could do this, he wasn't a pervert for spanking her; it was a coaching method. He hoped if he told himself that enough times that maybe he might be able to believe it.
He fixed her with his best angry-manager stare, "This is your last chance, young lady. If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to turn you over my knee and spank you." She smiled at him, then blushed- seemingly in spite of herself as she cast her eyes downward and began to play with her hair. "Mr.
Weasley, sir, I can't tell you. It's just too wicked." "Very well, lay down across my lap." Ron scooted to the middle of the bed as she crawled off him. She lay down over him, her beautiful ass pointed up in the air right in front of him. He popped her lightly, just enough to get her attention.
"This is your last chance young lady. Tell me now and it won't be so bad." She whimpered a bit but said nothing. "As you will, then." His hand came down with a resounding smack, directly on the meat of her arse.
A red hand print blossomed and she let out a squeak. He squeezed the flesh where he had just smacked her and rubbed it a bit. His thumb traced a line down the crack of her ass and along her slit as he continued to massage the area.
She moaned and pushed against the pressure. His hand quickly rose and struck the other cheek. This time though, he did not massage or stoke her. He smacked her again, in exactly the same spot as the first and eliciting a squeal of pain that was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure as he touched her clit. She humped back against his hand as his thumb teased her labia.
In response he spanked her again. "You are a naughty girl. Naughty girls don't get what they want. Only good girls get their pussy satisfied." He circled her opening with his thumb, slid it in and then back out and brushed over her clit. "Are you a good girl?" She whimpered as he twiddled her clit.
"Or are you a bad girl?" Another sharp slap of skin on skin cracked the air. "Angie, Angie is having a party," she panted, practically hyperventilating. Ron stroked her pussy and told her she was a good girl to encourage her. "It's a party for Fred and George's birthday." Ron furrowed his brow, why would a birthday party for Fred and George be such a big deal?
Certainly not worth all this. "Go on," he said in a reassuring voice as he slid a finger into her pussy and curved it so that he could rub her G-spot as he stroked in and out of her.
"This is a special party though, the girls, oh God, yes." Ron slowed his stroking so that she could continue. "The girls give them anything they want, even each other." "What do you mean, 'each other'?" Ron stopped altogether now. "Don't stop, please don't stop." She moaned softly as he began to scissor two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed her sphincter. "The boys can have sex with any of the girls they want to, where ever they want to, for as long as they want to." Her voice was tight with the strain of trying to talk under his constant stimulation.
"Sometimes they all just have sex together." "Wait a minute," Ron turned her answer over in his mind to make sure he had heard her right. He was having trouble splitting his concentration and she begged him not to stop, telling him how close she was.
He rubbed his free hand over his eyes, trying to block the mental images that were flooding his mind's eye as he watched his wife writhe over his lap. "You mean to tell me that Angelina is hosting an orgy for my brothers' birthday?" "And she invited us." She was almost yelling as she clenched around his fingers.
"Say what?" "She invited us. And I want to go!" Ron was so shocked he forgot he was trying be gentle with his wife.
For the second time in less than an hour, his thumb had penetrated her asshole and gone clear to the knuckle while his fingers plunged deep inside her.
She squealed out a long obscenity and Ron wondered if her release was really his doing. "You want to-," he stopped himself before he had another foot-in-the-mouth moment, "-go." He had almost said, 'sleep with my brothers.' He remembered her answer to a similar question when the subject had been Harry, and it was just curiosity.
It had been harmless enough and they had all really enjoyed the evening. He caressed the insides of her thighs as he turned the idea over in his mind. He didn't resist as she sat up and reclined across him. "I only want to go if you want to go." She ran a finger over his chest, across his jaw, and over his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and sucked on it absently as he watched her expression. "I've been so scared to ask, I don't want you to be angry.
It's just that we've been doing all these other things lately: having sex with Harry and with Lavender, experimenting with anal sex, spanking," she said as she cast her eyes down. "I thought this might be… fun." She drew him down for a brief kiss.
"Besides," she said with a wicked grin, "you can't tell me you don't want to screw Angelina; I've seen your reaction to her in a bikini." "Just because she looks good in a bikini does not mean I want to screw her," Ron rebutted, embarrassed that Hermione had noticed.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak like a reasonable man instead of one who was both shocked dumb and insanely jealous that his wife had thought about sleeping with other men. "The things we've done are just you and I experimenting and enjoying each other.
I mean, yeah, we've enjoyed somebody else as part of that, but we did it to please each other. What you're talking about is just… perverse." Ron wondered if he'd gone too far in his vehemence when Hermione closed her eyes and leaned against him.
She was quiet for a long minute, and Ron wondered what she was thinking. He realized his mind was wandering when his erection began sag a bit. Apparently, she noticed it too. "Are you mad at me for wanting to do it?" her voice was unsure in a way he had never heard from her before. Ron shivered as she ran her fingers over his nipple and gave it a soft pinch. "I'm surprised. I mean, who thinks their brothers spend their birthdays swapping wives?" He decided he would pursue this line of thought rather than tackling the more dangerous question, at least until he had a better plan of attack.
"I think they do it a lot more often than just their birthdays." "Really? I mean, I knew they all got along really well and always seem to be sharing some kind of inside joke, but I thought it was just because they all lived in one house together." Curiosity was beginning to fire through him as well, and seemed to be winning the war for dominance in his mind. Ruefully, he thought that Hermione's personality might be bleeding into his own after so many years together.
"Do you really think it's possible that they can just have sex with anyone and it doesn't affect their relationship?" "I don't know about 'anyone'. I think within their group maybe they can. They've all been really close as friends for a long time, since they were just kids really. Just like us.
There's a lot of trust between them. I don't think it would work if they were having sex with just anybody though.
I know I couldn't. The only reason it worked for us with Harry was because we've all been friends forever, and look at what we've been through. I'm really kind of surprised there wasn't more sexual tension between all of us when you were hormonal teenagers." "Don't you mean we? When we were hormonal teenagers." "No, I meant you.
I was never half the basket case you and Harry were. If I had been hormonal then there would have been all kinds of tension." "Oh, there was plenty of tension," Ron laughed.
Hermione smiled at him.
"Between you and I, most definitely. Harry and I never had that though, and I don't think you and Harry ever did either." "Definitely not." "I am glad for it though. It meant we could all be friends without you and Harry fighting over me.
That would have been difficult." "Yeah, that would've sucked. We had enough problems without adding jealousy and dating to it." "Which is why I think I'm so excited by Angelina's party." "What?" He had gotten used to her leaps of logic over the years, but he didn't always follow them. "How did you get to there from here?" "You said it. We never properly dated when we were younger, none of us. The whole point of dating is to learn what you like and don't like so that you can find that one person that can really make you happy." She leaned up and kissed him.
"We got lucky; we found each other before having to go through all that… mess. The down side of that is that we never got to experiment with… other things." "Sex." "Mostly," she bit her lip as she looked at him. "I mean," she continued, filling the seconds of silence before Ron could formulate a response, "look what we've learned so far. I learned that I prefer a longer cock to a thicker one; and that I don't mind eating pussy, but I prefer the taste of semen." She turned a bit red and smiled, "I can't believe I just said that." They chuckled together and she continued.
"You've learned that anal sex turns you on. We would never have learned that if we hadn't experimented with our friends." Ron put his fingers on her lips when she started to say something else. "I just need a minute to wrap my head around this, okay." Hermione gave him an odd look. "I mean, who would have thought that one day sweet, innocent Hermione Granger would be offering to take me for a weekend of total debauchery." In response to the face she made, he gave her his best lopsided grin before getting serious again.
"So it would be Fred-" "Angelina," Hermione said with a wicked, teasing smile. "George," Ron continued without responding. "Alicia, Lee, Katie, Bill-" "Fleur?" Ron interrupted. "Apparently so," Hermione said, only the slightest hint of distaste in her voice. "Ginny said she is going to convince Harry." "That's going to be a little weird," Ron interrupted. "That's what I thought, too. She reminded me that she's not related to Lee or any of the girls." Ron shook his head.
"So did not need that image." He suddenly stopped and looked at Hermione, an impish grin bedeviling his features. "Who are you planning on sleeping with?" "Charlie might come," Hermione wouldn't look him in the eye as she tried to change the subject. "Angelina said she would ask him. And us, if we decide to go." "You mean if I agree. You've already made up your mind." Ron waited for her to deny it, but she didn't. "She didn't invite Percy did she?" The look of horrified shock that crossed her features was answer enough and made him laugh.
"That would have been just too weird for words." He gave her a more serious look now. "So who do you want to sleep with?" Hermione blushed a deep red. "I don't know that we really need to share that, do we? I mean, whatever happens, happens." "Sure, whatever happens, happens. But I know you; you always have a plan." "I hate it when you do that." She rolled her eyes and scoffed as Ron smiled at her.
"Who do you want to sleep with?" "I asked you first." "I asked you last." "Do you want me to spank you again?" "If I say yes will you tell me first?" Her shy smile completely disarmed and shocked him. Apparently she enjoyed that game. He still wasn't completely sold on the idea, but he would go with it for now. "Young lady, you are that close to getting that beautiful arse of yours spanked right proper." "But, sir, I told you why I was bad." Ron was amazed at how quickly she picked up right where they had left off.
"Yes, and you got spanked for keeping secrets. Now you're keeping another one. You also still need to be spanked for wanting to be such a naughty girl in the first place." He reached down, gripped his cock, and shook it at her. "See what a bad girl you are? See what you did to me?" He was actually starting to ache from being hard for so long with no relief. Hermione looked up at him, a wide smile split her face that she quickly replaced with a look of contrived bewilderment. "But sir, Mr.
Weasley, I, I couldn't, I didn't, I…" He gave her a smile of indulgent frustration and shook his head. "Yes, Ms Granger. You can, you did, and you will." "But, sir, it's so… I couldn't possibly fit that in my little pussy." He almost came right then.
He loved the way she said 'pussy', like it was a dirty word she was trying for the first time without understanding what it really meant. "Perhaps you're right. I think you should give him a kiss and tell him you'll make him all better." He winked at her as she looked up at him and smirked. "Do you think that would be okay?" she asked, completely overdoing the innocent-little-girl routine.
"It would be fine." He watched as she kissed his the head of his prick experimentally, as though making sure it wasn't going to bite. If he hadn't wanted her to suck it so bad, he would have laughed.
She would kiss it, then look up at him, then kiss again. "For God's sake girl, just suck it already." "Mr. Weasley!" "Hermione, if you don't do something with that I am going to paddle your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for week!" To emphasize his point, he slapped her ass so hard it left a big red mark in the shape of his hand.
"Ouch!" "Sorry, honey, but please! You're killing me here." "We're going to have to work on your control if we're going to do this again." "Again?" Then he fell back against the headboard as she grabbed his shaft and began to expertly felate the top half of his cock. "That's much better," he said as his cock got warm and wet inside her mouth. He knew he wasn't going to last long anyway, but when she began to tongue the bottom edge of the head of his cock while stroking him with her thumb and forefinger he completely lost control and began pumping into her mouth.
After she was done, and had gotten up, he lay back and stared at the ceiling. "An orgy," he said out loud to himself.
"This kind of shit only happens in stories and bad pornos." He would have laughed at the absurdity of it all if he wasn't living it. The reality though, was no laughing matter.
He was sure this whole thing was just fraught with danger. After all, Ginny and Harry had almost split up because Harry had sex with just two people, and that was after Ginny agreed to it.
However, half his family was apparently living in hedonistic sin and they were all happy as clams, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The mental image of waking up sandwiched between Angelina and Hermione actually had a certain amount of appeal. As he began to pursue what that might really look and feel like, his body began to respond in a not unexpected manner- after all, Angelina was a fine specimen of the female body.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you," Hermione said as she crawled onto the bed and stretched out across his lap. "Yeah." "You like the idea." "What makes you say that?" She reached over and fingered his rising, semi-flaccid cock. "Okay, you got me there." She smiled but said nothing.
She reached over and grabbed the bottle of lotion. "Do me a favor? My arse stings a bit, would you mind?" "Imagine that," he said with a laugh as he dribbled cold lotion onto her pink bottom. She squealed, but sighed when he began to gently rub it in. She propped herself up and looked over her shoulder at him. "Are you okay with this? I know it's pretty out there, and it's not really like us, or at least not like we used to be, but I thought it might be fun.
I mean, I don't want you to be mad about it, or just do it because I want to, or do it and then be mad about it because you think I tricked you into it. I know you get kind of—" She stopped when Ron flipped her over and kissed her into silence.
"I can't answer your questions if you don't stop to breathe." When she started to reply, he kissed her again.
He dropped down next to her and cradled her into him as he draped his leg over her hip. "Do you really think we can do this?" She took a long moment examining his face. "What do you mean?" "Be like Fred and George and Angelina and Alicia.
Have sex with other people and not fuck up our relationship. I don't want to turn into Lavender and Seamus. Sure, he was always kind of a prick, but she let him sleep with other people and he got the idea that she would always let him do it. How do you put that cat back in the bag once it's out?" Hermione was not given to flippant answers, so she took a long minute to consider his question before answering. "I think it will be okay for me because sex with anybody else will always be missing something.
When we make love, we're renewing a connection that we feel in our souls. Haven't you ever noticed how much closer we are when we have sex? I notice it when we don't. If we go too long we get distant, or we start to bicker like we used to. For us, sex is a manifestation of how we feel for each other.
Even when it's animalistic and crazy, I know I'm giving myself over to you and taking all of you in." She reached up to kiss him and then started drawing lines in his freckles with her finger as she continued to talk.
"It wasn't like that when we had sex with Harry or Lavender. Sure, I liked it, and it felt nice, and it was fun; but it wasn't like I had this need to be able to reach out and touch them afterward like I do you." She smiled at him and kissed him again.
"That's why I don't like to have sex before work or before we have to go somewhere. It's because I know I won't be able to reach out and touch you or just stop and look at you until you look back and give me that little smile." Ron grabbed his wife and pulled her close.
He crushed his lips to hers. He simply couldn't have her close enough. He knew she loved him, but jealousy was ever his downfall. At that moment though, he had no jealousy or concerns because every word she had said he had felt in the depths of his soul and he knew those feelings exactly, though he could never have said it as well as she did.
"Gods above, I don't deserve you. You are the perfect woman." "Yes, yes I am," she said and gave him a quick peck, "and modest too." He laughed and kissed her back.
"Who were you thinking about when I came to back to bed?" "I, um…" "It's okay, honey. We're going to an… orgy… with them. That is so weird to say. One or both of us is probably going to have sex with whoever you were thinking of and we both know it, so we might as well share.
I'll even go first." She snuggled up closer to him and started to trace his freckles, a habit she had developed long ago when they were close and talking quietly. "This morning, as I was waking up, I was having this dream. We were at the party, upstairs in that big canopy bed that Fred and Angelina share. Bill was spread out underneath me, and I was riding him.
I couldn't kiss him though, because Alicia was sitting on his face, so we were both licking her. You were there too, you were behind me, taking me, hard." "But if you were riding Bill, what was I doing?" "You were… doing what you want to do to me." She bit the corner of her lip and looked away from him.
"You mean I was doing you in your-" "Uh-huh," she said with a nod. "Did it excite you? Were you enjoying it?" "Uh-huh." Ron mentally held his breath. "Do you want to try it?" "Not right now, but I think I'd like to let you do that to me." She shifted back as his erection started to rise toward her. "I don't have to ask if you're interested, do I?" "No, I guess not," he said, slightly embarrassed by his own eagerness.
"You and Angelina," he continued, looking for a change of subject. "I was thinking about how sexy it would be to wake up sandwiched between you and Angelina. Or maybe you and Fleur." "I'd rather not," she said.
"Angelina could be fun, but I really don't think I would enjoy anything with you and Fleur." Ron made a questioning noise, but hoped she would continue without his having to say anything else. "That's my one reservation about this, I don't know how you're going to act around Fleur, and well, I," "It's nice to know I'm not the only one with a jealous streak around here." He hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Fleur is no threat to you.
She's just a pretty face with a skinny, little girl body. She's not nearly as sexy as you are. Besides, her tits are probably misshapen and she probably has a pussy like a cathedral." "Ron!" She slapped at him, "That's a terrible thing to say." She paused and looked at him.
"I don't have a, you know-" Her nose crinkled up in distaste. Ron chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. "No, dear. You're pussy is perfect, just as tight now as it was when you were sixteen." "Liar. But I love you anyway." "I love you too, and not lying. Let me show you." He pushed her over on her back and began to kiss her neck until he found that spot at the joint of her neck and collarbone and she arched up into him with a moan.