Reunion
Rating: NSFW
Hermione woke up to a pair of strong hands rubbing her shoulders and hot wet lips leaving open mouthed kisses down her spine.
She had fallen asleep in nothing but her underwear after taking a shower. Ron had been away on a mission with his auror team for almost a week.
It was hard when he was away for so long, but she used the time to get as much work done as she could. Tonight she had used their bed as a makeshift desk. She had rolled over on her stomach, papers on the bed, writing an outline for a new law she wanted to float by her superiors at work.
She must’ve fallen asleep like this because her papers had been sloppily picked up and stacked on her bedside table. Clearly Ron’s doing because she always organized her work into neat little piles.
She felt Ron sliding her one piece of clothing down her bottom as he continued to kiss her back.
He let out a deep groan. “I’ve missed you so much, he said as he gently sank his teeth into her exposed bottom.
With one large, callused hand kneading her ass and the other rubbing the back of her thigh dangerously close to her center, Ron was overwhelming her senses.
“I’ve missed you too,” she replied, gasping in pleasure.
“I was talking to your arse,” Ron said. “We’re having a moment. Leave us alone.”
Hermione giggled into her pillow. Who was she to come between true love?
She just lay there content to let him do what he wanted to her. He continued to lick, knead, and bite her ass for a long time. Whenever Ron came back from a mission, he always took his time making love to her. If she ever tried to speed it up, he would slow his ministrations down even more until she was driven mad with desire.
She had learned to let him take control of these after-mission sessions. He missed her, and this was his way of reconnecting with her. Although it was hard to do at the moment because he was making her heart race.
His big hands gripped her hips and pulled them up in the air. She felt his warm finger stroke her center and they moaned in unison.
“Fuck, Hermione! You’re soaking wet!” He said in a raspy voice.
To her delight he replaced his finger with his mouth making her cry out in pleasure.
Hermione was whimpering uncontrollably into her pillow grasping the sheets around her trying to hold on to a thread of sanity. But it was no use. She was getting lost in the feel of his mouth between her legs.
His goal seemed to be to lick up every amount of wetness her body supplied as he eagerly sucked and tasted every nook and cranny he could find. He stuck his thumb in her asshole and her body gave up all control to Ron. The ecstasy pulsed through her in wave, after wave, after wave, Ron not giving up until he got everything he wanted from her.
She collapsed boneless onto the bed, but she knew Ron wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
He rolled her over and slid up her body, his hard muscular chest rubbing against her soft breasts.
He gave her a gorgeous half grin. “Hey beautiful,” he said playing with the curls that framed her face. His eyes were darting all over her features as if he wanted to make sure he had remembered every detail of her correctly.
“Hey yourself,” she said stroking his freckled cheek.
Ron pinned her to the bed and kissed her passionately. Hermione loved this, being surrounded Ron. She pulled him closer, wrapping her legs and arms around him, threading her hands through his hair.
She felt his hardness poking her leg almost painfully. She understood. It had been a long week. Reaching her hand between there body, she gripped his member and started stroking.
There had been a rumor at Hogwarts that all the Weasley men were well endowed. She remembered Angelina Johnson alluding to this vaguely at a Gryffindor party Hermione’s fifth year, probably assuming that not many people could hear her. But Hermione had. And much to Ginny’s disgust, she had unfortunately heard too.
However, Hermione had never put much stock in rumors at Hogwarts. There had also been one going around that Seamus had fallen for a troll.
But this particular rumor turned out to be true. Ron was more than the average size according to her reading. She was baffled sometimes that he was so insecure during their time at Hogwarts.
But she guessed it couldn’t have been easy to have five older brothers and Harry Potter as your best friend. She only had Harry Potter as a best friend, not all the extra siblings and that was tough enough. When they were in school, it was hard not compare yourself with him and all his seemingly easy success, which Harry swore up and down was not his doing, but sheer luck. She found herself getting irrationally jealous of him too at times, although she would never admit this out loud.
But Ron’s confidence had seemed to soar after they had finally started dating. She was glad because he needed to know how incredibly attractive he was. And she loved that she was the woman who got to make him feel this way.
Ron grabbed her hand to still her movements.“If you keep that up, Mione, I’m not gonna last long.”
“Ron, I want you. Please!” She begged. She didn’t care how she sounded. She missed him.
Ron let out a low groan, and decided to oblige her. This teasing had gone on long enough.
He kissed her again. It was deep and sensual, and she was consumed by the taste of him, the smell of his sweat mixed with a scent that was so uniquely Ron. His warm, hard body was pressed into her, surrounding her.
She felt him slide his cock in, and she sucked in a sharp breath. He froze letting her adjust to the intrusion. After a minute or two, he started to move inside her, rocking back and forth, pushing farther with each thrust.
Then his lips were everywhere, kissing her shoulders, her neck, and finally back to her lips where he consumed all of her whimpers and moans, fueling his own desire and egging him on to the finish line.
She felt the pleasure building at the site of friction between them. Hermione looked down at their bodies to watch him pump into her. His ab muscles were contracted with the amount of force he was using to take her.
“Look at me,” Ron demanded, and Hermione looked into those piercing blue eyes.
“Tell me what I want,” he told her. Hermione thought one good teasing deserved another.
“I’m yours, Ron Weasley.” Ron grunted, and pushed into her harder. She knew he liked hearing that, but it’s not what he wanted. His hand went between them to circle her clit.
“Ron!” She screamed.
“Tell me,” he ordered her again.
“You feel so good,” she got out with difficulty. Still not what he wanted. He rubbed harder, until she started shaking violently as she came for a second time, but Ron didn’t let up.
“Ron,” she whimpered.
“Tell me Hermione!” He demanded
“I love you,” she finally said, coming back down, and Ron let out a loud groan as he braced himself on his elbows, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic, until he fell on top of her, sated and panting hard.
“I love you too,” he breathed somewhere near her ear.
Ron rolled over onto his back taking her with him, so that her head was snuggled into his chest.
He summoned the blanket and tucked it around her, holding her close.
“Fuck I missed you,” he said kissing her hair.
“I missed you too. I hate when you’re gone so long.”
Ron pulled her in tighter. “I know. Me too.”
