Help me Ron

Pansy made it to the bare stretch of wall before Ron and did the usual paces. When the door appeared she walked in and gasped. Instead of the same common room that had always appeared for them, it was a bedroom. A large bed dominated the room, and a false fireplace gave a low light, creating the ambiance of intimacy. Huge bed curtains were pulled aside, and the bed had been turned down.



Pansy swallowed. She had thought about needing a place to be with Ron, as she did several times, but this time the room knew what she really wanted. She hadn’t told Ron she had made this decision, but there would be no question about it when he saw this room. She took of her shoes and socks and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.



Her heart was pounding in her chest when the door opened. Ron was smiling when he entered but slow understanding took over his face when he saw the different room. He closed the door and approached Pansy as she remained sitting. “Are you sure?” He asked her.



Pansy looked up at him and reached out her hand, sliding them into his. She nodded and stood up lifting her lips for a kiss. Ron was even more gentle then he normally was. Pansy wasted no time and pulled his shirt from his jeans. He reached behind his head and pulled it off, tossing it aside.



Her top and bra had come off just as quickly, but Pansy was used to being topless around him at this point, but she was nervous about going further tonight. She didn’t change her mind but it didn’t know if her legs would hold her.



She eased away and slid back up on the bed. Ron took the moment to kick off his shoes and socks then crawled over to her, easing his weight over her. “Are you alright?” He asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face.



“Yes.” She said and slid her arms around his waist. Her hands searched his back for the familiar landscape she was used to now. The curve of his spine and the smooth shoulder blades that she found a comfort in.



Ron loved her touch, how she wasn’t afraid to explore him. Her curious fingers could go anywhere she wanted, he wouldn’t stop her.



He lowered his body slightly and covered her breasts with kisses. Up to this point the hadn’t suckled her. He had given her nipples licks and kisses but never taken those little nubs in his mouth. Tonight however he would deny Pansy nothing. He took the hard pebble in his mouth and sucked gently.



Pansy drove her hands into his hair and held him to her breasts. Ron’s attention was a sweet torture that she never knew she wanted. Now that she had this from him, she knew she would want more. Ron moved from one nipple to the other, feeding off her, eagerly giving her want she was asking for by arching up ward into his face.



“Do you like that?” He asked, breaking from her for only a moment to speak to her.



“Yes.” She wheezed out, her body showing him she loved it. Her thighs had parted and were rising and falling on either of his waist. He covered her breasts in his hands, closing his fingers around them and massaging the softness, making sure he wasn’t rough with her.



Her body was warm and her flesh flushed. He lowered further and unfastened her jeans. Before he pulled them off he looked back up to her face. “Pansy, are you alright?” He asked.



“Yes.” She said meeting his eyes, then lifted her hips. Ron took advantage of the help and pulled her jeans past her hips. She was wearing dark green knickers that matched her bra. He could tell she was nervous so he left her knickers in place and quickly stripped off his own jeans.



In just his boxers, he cover her body again and kissed her. Rocking his body against her, he moaned into her lips as her nipples rubbed against him. She was such a passionate woman and she was giving herself to him. He slid his arms around her back and rolled them over. Flat on his back, he let Pansy take over their kiss.



She brought her knees up next to his hips and took Ron’s jaw in her hands, unleashing a pent up passion that she knew was safe to show to him. Ron responded to her newfound lust and let her rap his mouth with her tongue, keeping his hands at his sides, making sure she had complete control.



Pansy ran her hands along his chest and down his stomach, thanking her conscience for thinking to have those practice snog sessions prior to this night. Ron’s torso was familiar territory now and knowing how he liked to be touched built her confidence.



She dropped her lips to his neck, tasting his skin, and trying to catch his Adams apple in her teeth. She knew how to be gentle and not bite him, but she also knew he loved the little nips she gave him. She loved that he trusted her not to hurt him. It reassured her mind that she had made the right choice.



She dropped her lips lower. It was the first time she had let her lips wonder to his chest. She had touched him many, many times but had never kissed his chest and now she found herself inhaling the scent of soap and clean sweat. Ron had a distinct aroma. He was constantly sweating and as a result, his pores were very clean, and he was a stickler for showers so he always smelled like soap. Ron also wasn’t too much of a fan of cologne, except on special occasions, so Pansy was smelling a natural male underneath her.



Ron’s nipples were hard and it delighted her to know that he reacted in the same way she did. Taking this new knowledge she flicked her tongue over the peak and smiled as his sucked in a breathe. She may have been worried that he didn’t like it, but he made no move to stop her.



She opened her lips and gave him a suckle, listening to his groan and then moved to the other. She wondered briefly if she sound the same way. She moved lower, taking her time planting kisses over his stomach. It was hard and firm, and Pansy delighted in running the tip of her tongue along the small squares of muscle under his skin.



As she moved lower, she came to the waist of his boxers and the tent that showed made her pause. She looked at the fabric and knew Ron was watching her. She looked up and met his eyes. He was up on his elbows now, wondering what she was doing next. His patience meant everything to her. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and then looked back up at him. “Is this alright?” She asked.



He nodded, far beyond any strength of speech. Pansy lifted the waistband high and pulled his shorts down. She kept her eyes on the cotton all the way to his feet and let then off the bed. She had seen his cock before, but now, knowing that it would be inside her tonight, she was a bit nervous. She let her eyes range from his feet, cleaner then she would imagine men’s feet to be, to his ankles, up his calves and thighs. His legs were covered in a thin film of ginger hair, and they were strong, especially this thighs, but she wasn’t surprised, given that he used his thighs more then any other body part when he played quidditch.



Her eyes moved higher and she focused on him. She thought it must have been just her nerves but there was something different about him. She frowned slightly and titled her head.



“What’s the matter?” Ron asked her gently.



“Ron,” she said looking up at him, “did you take anything?” She asked.



It was his turn to frown now. “What do you mean?”



“You seem,” she contemplated his cock and thought for a moment, “bigger.”



“Oh,” Ron’s frown vanished, “I wasn’t as hard when you saw me before.” He explained.



“Why are you harder now?” She asked in an innocent curiosity.



Ron thought for a moment then decided that Pansy deserved blatant honesty. “I think because I know I’m going to be inside you tonight. It adds to the excitement.”



Pansy licked her lips and looked at him again. He seemed so smooth and she knew that vein along the side was filled with blood. She was still aware of his rising and falling chest, but she tried not to be affected by it. She looked at his cock, becoming familiar with him in every way. His sac was covered with ginger curls as well, but her eyes were still drawn to his cock more then anything.



She reached out a hand and in a slowness that was pure torture to Ron she finally made contact and ran her fingertips along his length. Ron fought to control his breathe but it was pointless. Pansy innocent investigation of his cock was the biggest turn on imaginable. He never would have thought that her merely looking at him, taking him in hand and moving his cock this way and that, to see it from every angle would arouse him so much. When she leaned down and smelt his skin, he nearly lost all control, but managed to keep himself reigned in, although he had no idea how he did it.



He stayed on his elbows watching her, feeling his whole body warm up as her fingers closed around him. She didn’t move, just closed her fingers and looked at him. Ron realized she was measuring him, taking not of his size. He looked at her face, wondering what she was thinking.



She looked up at him and for a moment, Ron thought he saw fear but then he realized it was just a mere worry. “Will it hurt?” She asked.



“Hurt?” He asked. “Pansy, I would never hurt you.” He whispered, hoping he hadn’t done anything to make her think he would.



“What if you don’t fit?” She asked. Ron felt like laughing but he knew that he worry was genuine. She had admitted to never seeing a cock in the flesh so to speak, and she was worried that she would be too small.



“It will fit Pansy, I’ll make sure you are ready.” He said.



She gave him a small now and then went still, just staring at him. Ron reached down at took her hands in his. Easing her back up he kissed her while rolling them over again. He kissed her for a long length of time, waiting for those signals of hers that she was hot and heated.



She thrust her hands into his hair, but when her legs rose and fell against his he knew it was time. He pulled from her lips and lowered himself down her body, taking her knickers in hand and pulled them off. She was relaxed enough to allow him this without panicking but she was afraid he may not like what he saw.



Ron was thinking just the opposite though. Pansy’s shiny raven curls were the most succulent temptation he had ever seen. She was holding her legs together but those long legs of hers ached to be touched. She looked up at her eyes and she was biting her bottom lip in the most adorable way.



Lifting his hands he ran his fingers up her smooth calves and over her knees. Her thighs had the most silken skin he has ever had under his touch. Her trust was in her face, refusing to be hidden. He fell for her all the more. Pansy was easy to love and he intended to make sure she wasn’t sorry for choosing him to be her first.



That’s how Ron saw it. Pansy was giving herself to him. She hadn’t given herself to anyone before him. She had something taken from her, true enough, but Ron was her first consensual partner, therefore he was her first. He would give her every respect he could think of.



Dropping down he place a kiss on her knee, then along her thigh. She was softer then he imagine. He kissed his way up her leg, running his flat hand along her other thigh, until he came to her delectable bush. Burying his nose in her curls, he inhaled.



Pansy inhaled as well. Ron’s touch was gentle and loving, caring for her with an infinite caring that she wanted to bathe in. He was massaging her thighs in slow fluid movements, kneading her flesh. She always thought her thighs were too thick but Ron was nuzzling them and kissing them like a little boy with a new toy on his birthday.



“Open your legs for me Pansy.” He whispered, still caressing her legs. Pansy didn’t have to think twice. When he felt her legs shifting, he moved his own body enough to settle between her now open thighs. Her scent was stronger now and he had the perfect view of her pink lips, glistening with need. He took legs and hooked them over his shoulders, cradling her warm thighs in his palms, then leaned down and gave her a long lick.



Pansy took a deep breathe and Ron felt her thighs twitch in his hands. “Is this alright?” He asked her, lifting his head just slightly.



“Yes.” She said and Ron noticed was looking aside and not at him. Hermione didn’t let him do this and he didn’t know why. Maybe Pansy was right, and it would have been giving him control, but he put it out of his mind for the moment. Pansy was offering this to him and he was going to enjoy it.



Leaning back down, he gave her another lick, and another, letting her become accustomed to his tongue. She hadn’t pushed him away and she hadn’t made any noise what made him reconsider. She was just breathing steadily and he took that as a good thing for the moment.



He tilted his head only slightly and slipped the tip on his tongue inside her slit, the further until his lips were sealed closed on her. As he did with his kiss, he slid his tongue in and out, tasting her own natural desert. She was sweet and musky at the same time if that was possible. He sucked just a little, drawing out more of her juices. She was delicious, and he wanted more. Pressing his jaw forward, he eagerly ate her out with a new aggression.



Pansy was reeling in joy. She was worried that she would panic at some point tonight but she was far from it. Ron’s mouth was working the sweetest magic and she clutched the pillow behind her a loose grip. She hadn’t realized it but she had parted her thighs wider. Ron again had made her feel secure and safe, and inside she knew she wanted him. Her body and mind loved what he was doing.



She wanted to be closer to him. She wanted to touch him in some way. She dropped her hands down her sides and felt around for anything to hold onto. Would Ron mind if she reached for his hand? Would he think she wanted him to stop? A moment later she had her answer. Ron had seen her questing hands and reached out with his own. He hadn’t stopped eating her, just held her hand in his. Her fingers opened and closed on his, and she began panting. He lifted his attention and with his tongue, searched higher. Soon he found what he was looking for, hard and erect under his tongue, demanding attention. Attention that he was only too happy to give. He rapidly flicked his tongue over her clit and smiled internally as she let out what sounded like a shriek and a gasp. He wondered what other sounds he could get her to make.



Pansy abandoned all thought to oblivion and gave over to what Ron was doing. Her thighs parted her hands flew about wildly, clutching his fingers, his wrists and even her own legs as she let out everything in her soul. She felt tremors star in her toes and work higher, until her thighs were on the verge of exploding. Pansy’s hand had found his head, and her fingers thrust into his hair. She was going mental, she just knew it.



Summoning every ounce of bravery she had in her, she rose up on her elbow and looked down at the head she was holding. Ron was looking at her, his jaw still working as she held him to her, giving him a curling black mustache. Pansy thought it was the most erotic sight she had even seen and when Ron winked at her, she nearly lost it.



Dropping back down she arched her back and spread herself wider for Ron, but it wasn’t enough. She racked her brain trying to figure it out but it was plain as day. She wanted him, she needed to feel him. She tugged at his hair and when he pulled away from her, she held out her arms to him.



She may as well have been pulling at his heart, because that’s what the plea in her eyes told him. Well, if she was asking for him then she would have what she wanted. He rose over her, quickly wiping her juices from his mouth and chin. He had wanted to make her cum from oral, but she was too impatient, and considered himself too much of a gentleman to make her wait.



He rose over her and looked down at her flushed face. She had been close to orgasm, but wanted this too much to wait for it. Next time, he would make her cum with his tongue. He was dying to taste her release and promised himself that he would. Her trusting face was such a turn on and he couldn’t resist reaching out a hand to her mouth, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “You are such a jewel.” He said to her. She gave him an innocent blink and slipped her arms around his ribs.



Balancing on his elbow, he shifted his hips and reached down to position himself at her pussy. With just his head in place, being pillowed by her thick and wet lips, waiting for him to slid forward.



“Are you ready sweetness?” He asked.



“Yes.” She said holding his ribs on a trembling grip. Her legs on either side of him were shaking too, but she also holding his hips tightly, unsure of where they should be.



“Lift your knees higher.” He told her. She nervously, rose her knees but she still wasn’t where Ron needed her. Reaching down with one hand, he lifted her calf up and slipped her calve around his body, resting it on his ass. She lifted the other without being told.



He pushed with his hips, and slipped himself inside her inch by inch, enjoying the feel of a wet embrace warm his body slowly. He watched Pansy’s face, and all he saw there was wonder. Her arms tightened around him and just as he knew would happen, her legs squeezed him. She was panting out, but clinging to him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly against his chest.



He fought to stay still, until she was accustomed to him. It was harder then he imagined, because her wet, warm pussy was hugging him in the most magical way. She felt wonderful, fitting around him perfectly. He watched her face and took in every face she made. “Merlin, Pansy, you look beautiful.” He whispered.



Pansy look up at him and saw something in Ron’s face that wasn’t there before. She had no idea what it was, but she was too caught up in Ron with her to care at the moment. She pulled him down with her arms and welcomed his kiss with ferocity that her body radiated. Ron plundered her mouth as he moved his body in and out slowly. She was kissing him with such a heat that he had to force himself to move slow or he would be too rough with her.



Pansy however was thinking along different lines. Ron wasn’t moving fast enough and she knew that she was far beyond panic fear. Ron had assured that for her. Right now, she wanted something, but she didn’t know how to get there. Her body was on edge and she wanted him to hurl her over.



She began arching her own hips, thrusting against him. She heard his groans as she started whimpering. He broke the kiss but it didn’t slow her down one bit, she was still writhing under him, urging him on. “Pansy, slow down, relax.” He said, holding her head in his hands, planting little kisses on her lips.



“Ron…..I …….need…..” She gasped out, trying to pull him closer, but it did no good. She focused her eyes on his and let out a plea. “Help me Ron.” She whispered.



Ron’s heart exploded in his chest. This woman was a priceless treasure. He shifted his weight to one forearm, and reached with the other hands between their bodies. He searched out that hard little button of hers and flicked his middle finger over it. Pansy let out a howl and arched into him, thrusting his hips harder.



Ron felt a new tightness as Pansy welcomed his body into hers. She had parted her legs wider, trying to take him deeper and it sent his body into an instinctual drive. A film of sweat began to appear as the two lovers partook of each others bodies with a new abandon.



Ron looked down at her, focusing on her contorting face as she move closer and closer to release. This was his woman now, he would not be able to let her go after this. She was beautiful when she thought, beautiful when she slept, and just glorious as she was taken over by ecstasy. She was crying out now, locking her legs behind him and driving her body upward. Ron picked up the pace, moving faster, feeling how own body tense up.



“Cum for me, Pansy.” He whispered. It took his seductive voice in her ear to send her face first into a whirlwind of fire. She clamped down on him with every limb and her pussy spasmed around him. Ron grunted while Pansy shrieked and cried out. He was right behind her with his own orgasm and he thrust hard inside her, unleashing everything he had while she milked him dry.



He hadn’t intended to drop his weight on her, but he was incapable of holding himself up. When he was able to breathe, he lifted his weight from her but she flung her arms and legs around him like a giant squid. “Don’t leave me.” She said with labored breathes.



He lowered his frame back down again and kissed her, lazily, playing with her lips and tongue for the longest moment. He didn’t get another erection, because these kisses were intended to arouse her or him for that matter. They were just to keep the intimacy and closeness from vanishing. They didn’t know how long they stayed this way, but they didn’t care.