What Would You Wish For?

Over the next two days, Ron and Pansy’s snog sessions grew more and more daring. Each of them was driven by a newfound lust for the other. Ron had yet to touch her pussy but he didn’t want that milestone to be hurried and rushed. Which was why he planned a little surprise for her tonight.



He asked Pansy to meet him after dinner and he quickly hurried with her down an empty hall, bringing about the room of requirement. Once in side, they saw a large couch before a fire, with plaenty of cushions and pillows.



“What is this?” She asked, taking a seat.



“I wanted some privacy.” He told her, sitting beside her.



She smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. Together the hungrily partook of each others mouths. Her moans fed his own desires, which were already high considering what he planned to do here.



“Ron, take your shirt off.” She told him, watching as he yanked it over his head. She started on her buttons but he stopped her, reaching out to do it himself. He had her bare-chested in no time and watched as she reclined on the couch, holding out her arms to him.



They hadn’t done this yet, lay on top of each other. Ron leaned over her, settling between her legs and lowering his frame onto hers. Her naked breasts on his chest, peaked and hard on his skin, inflamed his body and his cock sprung to life.



He plundered her mouth, delighting in the feel on her hands up and down his back. He dropped down, covering her breasts in kisses ad sucking her nipples. She was gorgeous, his Pansy, and he wanted more than anything to show her how gorgeous he thought she was.



He had waited long enough. He had held himself in check long enough. He needed to touch her, to feel her. If she stopped him, he would respect that, but he wanted it too much not to try.



Rising up and holding his weight on a forearm, he reached with the other hand down between their bodies. Moving slowly, he kept his eyes locked on her, waiting for a reaction of any kind.



Pansy lifted an arm around his back, holding him tightly. She left the other fall, lifeless by her side. She knew what he was going to do and she was letting him. She trusted him, he could feel it, and it urged him on.



He reached down further, and laid his hand flat on her mound. She was hot and he could feel the wetness under his fingers. He gently massaged her through the satiny knickers she was wearing. His cock told him to rip the skimpy clothe aside and thrust into her, but his brain told him to maintain control.



He groped her through the satin, watching her eyes drift shut and her mouth fall open as her adorable little sighs emerged. He leaned down and kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips, never stopping the motion of his hand. When her legs parted on their own even wider, his heart went thundering mad.



Lifting his fingers, he slipped them into the waistband and searched her out. He felt the tight curls and gently pushed past them, palming her again. Letting his fingers explore her, he found the wet lips he had been dreaming off. Pansy arched and held him tightly. She groaned out and her hips lifted.



He leaned down and took her earlobe in his lips, giving her a nibble. “Pansy, do you like that?” He asked, talking to her the way he had seen the man talk.



“Yes.” She turned her head and sucked her bottom lip. “You have a wonderful touch.” Ron soared. She liked his touch. He was doing it right. With his fingers her found her slit, running his fingers inside, and letting her heat warm his whole body. She was slick and moist because of him.



“Can I taste you?” He whispered. Her whole body stilled and for a moment Ron thought he may have overstepped the boundaries, but she met his eyes without fear.



“Where?” Her voice was barely heard, but he was only a breathe away so he heard it.



“Here.” He gave her lips a little tickle before returning to his stroking. He took in her blank expression. “Have you had that before?”



“No, Blaise never tried.” Her honesty showed how much at ease she was with him.



“Will you let me?” He asked nuzzling her neck. His tongue traced along her pulse, up to her ear, then along her jaw.



“Yes.” She whispered. Ron’s heart began pounding his chest like a herd of hippogriffs. He kept his cool though, leaning down and kissing her gently, before moving slowly down her body.



Pansy relaxed back, letting her head roll to the side, letting out a sigh. Ron moved lower and lower, grabbing one of the large pillows on setting on the floor to cushion his knees. He could smell her and it stoked his hunger. He began salivating as he reached for her knickers, pulling them past her hips and off. The scrap of satin was soaked.



He took her knees, caressing her skin while parting her legs, shifting closer to her. He smiled at her exposed pussy. He was right, pitch black curls. She trimmed herself, close enough without going bald, like the woman Demona had shown him, but Ron had no preference.



He leaned in and inhaled deeply. Her natural musk fed his senses and without waiting anymore, opened his mouth and gave her a long lick. She was sweet, deliciously sweet and he could fast become addicted.



He wrapped his arms around her thighs and began tongue fucking her, lapping at her juices and slurping it out of her. He felt her hands in his hair, but they were caressing, not pulling him away. He rolled his head back and forth, parting her lips with his own, sucking her arousal out.



Pansy was going mad. Ron was driving her onward and she didn’t know how much longer she could last. She started thrusting upward with her hips, and Ron eagerly responded. He knew Pansy would be something special but the way she let go and gave herself to him was true magic and he showed her his appreciation.



He lifted his lips and with his tongue searched out her hot spot. He found it soon enough and gave it rapid flicks. Pansy’s reaction was amazing. She began heaving, and her thighs parted as wide as she could get them. He gave her thighs gentle squeezes, like he had seen the man do, he made humming noises, as if enjoying a succulent desert. But then again, he was.



Her hands clutched the back of his head, pulling his into her gaping pussy, and he loved every minute of it. She was soaking, covering his jaw in her juice and he licked her like a madman trying to suck it all up.



Suddenly she began to twitch, and her thighs lifted. Ron knew what was coming, and locked his lips onto her clit, giving her a nibble. She erupted and let out a squeal, gripping the cushions behind her head.



Ron held her securely until she stopped shaking, lying limp and gasping for air. He continued to tenderly lick her clean, staying away from her clit which he could see was still swollen. He rose and quickly wiped his lips on his sleeve. Looking down at her, spread open and exhausted from his attentions.



“You look beautiful like that.” He crawled over her body, kissing her cheek. She gave a little sigh and rolled her head toward him. He smiled down at her, caressing her jaw, brushing her hair aside. She took her time coming back to reality and his ego grew to mammoth proportions knowing she was recovering from what he did.



“Ron, where did you learn that?” She asked, lifting her hands to his shoulders.



“I take it you liked it?” She nodded, biting her lip. “I did alright then?”



“I have never felt that way before.” She grinned into his eyes. “Where did you learn how to do that?”



Unsure of how to answer, he decided the partial truth would be the best way. “A friend showed me a memory.”



Her eyes flew open. “Who?”



“I promised not to tell.” He said, hoping she would let it go, and sighed inwardly when she did.



“That was amazing.” She toyed with his hair. “Why did you do it?”



“Because I wanted to give you something special. Something to show you how much you mean to me.” He said, glowing at her blush. “I care about you deeply.”



“I feel strongly about you too Ron.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “I don’t know what to call it yet, but I know my feelings are much more than I’ve ever felt for anyone.”



“I know what you mean.” He focused his eyes on hers. “This won’t end when he leave school Pansy. You know that, don’t you.”



“Yes. I know.” He smile lit his soul and he dropped his head, putting his whole being into his kiss.