The Waterhole

Author's Note: So, this is the end! I can't say enough how grateful and delighted I am to read all these lovely reviews. They are very encouraging. If it weren't for you guys, I would leave so many fanfics unfinished!



Thank you very much. *bows*



This is the last chapter, I am both happy and sorry to say. I hope you enjoy it! Happy Reading!



EDIT: I added some more from Ginny's POV and am considering an "epilogue" chapter with more spanking, because Ginny never got the chance to tie Ron up properly, did she? ;D



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The Waterhole



A Ron/Ginny fanfic



Chapter Eight



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Ron's POV

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"Ginny...you're beautiful, you know," he gasped, as she brushed his cock over her breasts in an echo of a few nights before. He loved how it felt to have that most intimate part of her against him, to have his throbbing cock between her soft flesh, touching the smooth skin. If only he could touch that other most intimate of parts...



His sister dropped down to the floor, giggling. Her foot sidled up his bare leg, and somehow even that, though it wasn't even particularly sexual, had Ron's breath going ragged. With a smirk Ginny spread her thighs wide apart, and then slid her hands up and down her thighs. She whispered, "Watch this," and he did.



Ginny moved with purposeful slowness. With slim fingers she parted the pink folds of her hole, giggling at his staring gaze. He noticed her eyes wandering up and down his form as she moved. Inch by inch, she let a finger disappear up into the hot hole between her thighs, sighing with pleasure at the motion.



Ron swallowed hard as Ginny's finger sunk in and out, in and out. Oh, Merlin. She tipped her head back, eyelashes fluttering, as her finger began to move a little faster. He watched as that face flushed and her kiss-bruised mouth opened as she slowly added another finger. When she pushed both in, hard, a low moan came from her mouth that had Ron shaking.



He let his body fall down, slowly, to the floor. His knees were so shaky he couldn't even support them anymore.



"Ginny," he said, "Can you turn over?"



She moved to be on all fours, and right when she was moaning from the pressure of her fingers, Ron began to slap her buttocks again. "Ron!" she yelped, "Oh, Ron! Do it really hard!"



With a grin curling his lips Ron obeyed. His hand smacked down over the sweet flesh so hard that it pinkened with every strike. He could still see her fingers pressing into her hole, her juices dripping onto the floor from her fingers. Her whole body trembled under his hits, but the faster her hit her, the more his sister whimpered his name.



When she was gasping for breath, and her fingers came out slick, Ron couldn't stop himself. He grabbed her hips and whirled her around. With a flick of his wand he continued the cooking process, and then slammed Ginny back against the counter. She arched up against him, purring with pleasure.



With a groan of satisfaction Ron tore the apron from her head and tossed it to the floor. His hands slid up under her buttocks, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.



"Ginny...are you sure you want this? Are you sure that you..." he swallowed, blinking furiously, "that you want me like this? You want to give yourself so much to me? I...Don't feel obliged to me. I don't ask anything. You've already given me enough."



She pressed a kiss to his lips, murmuring, "Ron, I wouldn't give this up for the world. Please. I love you. This is your gift to me."



The way she said, with her voice so low and soft, enchanted Ron. He looked into her eyes and saw so much love there.



"Okay, Ginny," he whispered, his voice cracking and his body trembling. She groaned as he rubbed his body up against hers, and then her eyes snapped open when his cock brushed against her thigh.



Ron let her shaking hands fall down his body and wrap around his cock. Somehow he felt immensely proud of her for being so brave, and also relieved to have some guidance, while simultaneously ecstatic, as her fingers guided him forward. Just the touch of her folds against the head of his cock was enough to make Ron moan.



With her whisper of encouragement, Ron pushed forward a little, and then a little more. Ginny nodded quickly, saying, "Keep going, just - keep going." He could tell that it hurt her from the way her other hand was grabbing onto his waist, and at a certain point she thrust her head forward and clamped her teeth down on his shoulder. A grunt, and Ron felt afraid as hot tears trickled down his chest.



"Ginny...are you okay?" He made his voice tender, low, and quiet.



"Yes."



At the beginning, Ron was very slow. It took a while for Ginny to lift her head up, but suddenly she moaned. Meanwhile, Ron was trying his best not to thrust like mad. Her hole was hot and wet. It wrapped around him and didn't seem to want to let him go. Holy Merlin, it felt fantastic!



When Ginny moaned, Ron began to move a little faster. His breath left him, and soon he was groaning as he thrust harder into her.



"Oh, Ron," she murmured. He practically choked on his own spit as her legs suddenly moved to wrap around his waist. God, that felt good. Suddenly he could angle deeper, thrust harder.



"RON!" She shouted as he began to quicken the pace. Her body was soft and warm against him, every thrust into her hole like pushing into some ethereal, blissful place. His cock was stroked, sucked in, caressed by her body, twitching in her pulsing heat and she twisted around him, changing the angle, gasping. Her nails dug into his back and she whimpered when, for a moment, he went very, very slow.



Then they were fast again, and Ginny was loud. She cried out at almost every thrust, gasping and moaning. Her breasts bounced up and down, and Ron took them in his hands, and then sucked. It felt amazing to lick her and push into her at the same time. He thought he would explode with pleasure. Her sounds were making him harder than ever, made it hard to even stand.



Ginny's legs tightened around his waist, and Ron put his hands bracingly on the counter. With her moaning in his ears he thrust harder, their bodies rubbing together. Her breasts massaged his chest; he shoved harder into her, groaning her name, "Ginny..."



"Oh Ron! Oooh! Yes, oh, yes!" She had her arms wrapped around him so tightly that it hurt. Ron was slamming her against the counter, over and over, but she didn't seem to mind. When her fingers raked up and down his chest, Ron almost lost it. Those fingers left trails of burning fire. She tweaked his nipples on purpose, laughing. When Ron slammed into her again she lost her grin, throwing her head back and closing her eyes at the sensations rolling over her.



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Ginny's POV

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Ginny had never been so elated, as when Ron looked at her, and finally consented to taking her, all of her. When the pain came, she felt a moment of fear spike in her and speed up her heart. But then she remembered the longing she had had, to have Ron inside of her, and the fear gave way to acceptance.



Ron's body was hot and smooth against her, and he moved sinuous and slow at first. Ginny reveled in the heat of his skin and the way he moaned her name, at the way his fingers worshipped her and squeezed her, at how he couldn't even seem to speak a complete sentence anymore. He was a wild creature against her but she loved it, because it showed how much he wanted this, how much he loved her.



He groaned against her as he speeded up the pace. Ginny had her fingers in Ron's hair and one at his hips, following the rush and push as he slid his hard cock into her. He was big and hard, so filling, at first it was almost too much. Then as the sensations rolled over her, Ginny let her body loosen. She knew she would bruise, as the counter slammed into her body, but on the other side of her body was Ron, beautiful, wild creature Ron. She felt happy, to be inspiring this new side of him. It made tickles of delight shiver up her spine even as warmth and explosions of pleasure pummeled her within.



Ron liked it when she moved her hands down to cup his ass, pushing him deeper into her, forcing him to stay for longer moments in her so she could relish how it felt.



Ginny wanted more of this. She wanted to have him do this from behind. She wanted Ron to hit her bottom as he did this. She wanted to tie him up and hit his bottom, and see what sounds he would make. Then Ron was slamming into her again, and Ginny knew they were being loud. She could feel Ron's kisses all over her, just like she'd dreamt of; his kisses sprinkled all over her skin, her neck, over her eyelids and cheeks, and over her breasts.



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Ron's POV

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Ron felt like he could fall over any second, and grabbed the countertop for more leverage and balance. Pleasure was slamming into him in glorious, excruciating waves. Her body gripped him like a vice, hot and soft and with such sumptuous flesh. Again and again his cock sunk into her. For a few moments he watched it, watched his throbbing length as it pushed into her again and again, the engorged head pushing past the bright pink and wet to be held by her heat.



It was over alarmingly fast. Ginny rubbed against him hard and quick, like some sort of cat, while groaning his name. Ron pushed his head against her shoulder and felt his body shudder. With a low moan he slipped his cock from her body, his cock thrumming against her thigh as he came. He felt so light, weightless.



They both slid down to lie on their backs on the floor.



Ron turned his head to look at Ginny lying next to him. Who knew that after years of dreaming of her, Ginny was his? Ginny loved him. He would never have imagined that she would love him back like this. He felt the dizziness of physical pleasure fading away to make way for a new, emotional pleasure. There was a fuzzy contentedness that floated in his belly and made him feel like he could stare at her for hours.



Ginny. His Ginny. Ginny his beloved. Ron rolled across the floor and leaned over her. She opened her eyes, smiling at him, as he took her hand and pressed it up against his chest to sit over his heart.



"This is yours," he whispered. "It will always be yours."



She sniffled, a little sob escaping her, and brushed a couple tears away with her free hand. Then she reached up to clasp the back of his hand, drawing her fingers through his hair in an affectionate gesture.



"I love you, Ron."



"I love you more, Ginny."



Her loud, shrieking laugh shrilled through the kitchen, and then she ruffled his hair into an even messier state.



"You dolt, that's impossible. Now shut up and kiss me."



For a second they just stared into each other's eyes, and Ron wondered, if he would ever feel this happy again? Then he waved that silly thought awa. He should live in the present. In this present moment, he was the happiest that Ron Weasley had ever been. The "it" that had so plagued him had transformed into the blissful sight before his eyes.



Ron kissed Ginny with a smile. Smiles, as you may know, make it hard to kiss, but they managed it anyway.







~The End.



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