Sweet\'s Little Collection

Day Forty-Two:

Ron tugged his length faster, biting his lip to bite back his moans. He was so hard, he was throbbing for release. He flicked his wrist at the crest of each stroke, passing his palm over his sensitive head. His eyes slammed shut as the intense pleasure rushed through him. He whimpered, his hand moving faster, squeezing just a little bit tighter. He heard a whispered voice close by, and his eyes shot open, focusing blearily on the very face he had been fantasizing about. Ginny's eyes went wide when she realized what she'd interrupted. He came with a strangled cry, his eyes tracing her features.