Fruition

Ron held his upper body weight on his hands as he hovered over Hermione and gazed lovingly down at her naked body which was clearly covered in the smallest goosebumps he thought he had ever seen. He smiled down at her and lowered himself so he could kiss those soft lips of hers which never ceased to proclaim her undying love for him when they were alone.

She responded back with a throaty moan that aroused him more than he could possibly imagine and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him close. He broke their kiss and now rested his forearms on either side of her as he went to work on her neck, placing small but passionate kisses all over and then massaging random places on her collarbone; this elicited another moan from her as her smallish fingers found their way into his copper mane and became engulfed in the little curls that had begun to form there.

“Hermione,” he moaned softly into her ear as her hands left their firey playground and now sensuously tickled his sides as she softly drew them down to his waist and rested her hands on the small of his back.

She brought her hands up to his chest and lightly pushed him so that he was balancing himself on his hands once more and looked downward and then met his eyes. Concerned, he asked:

“Is something wrong?”

Her brown eyes locked intently on his face and then moved slowly downward as though she were carefully inspecting every inch of him.

“No,” she said softly. “Everything is right. I love your body, Ron. I love every muscular inch of it.”

He smiled down at her with that classic Weasley smile that she loved so much and smoothed a few locks of her hair away from her face. He couldn’t help noticing how the moonlight from outside shone in and caught her eyes just right, making them sparkle.

“I knew I had a reason for playing Quidditch all of those years,” he said playfully as he swooped down and placed random gentle kisses along her collarbone, moving downward. “I knew that one day you would be mine and we’d be together like this and you would be seeing me naked.”

He made a trail from her belly button to the crook of her neck and whispered in her ear, “I love your body, too, Hermione.”

Hermione gently placed both hands on either side of Ron’s face and brought it to hers for a deep and passionate kiss on the lips. As it became deeper and more passionate, she instinctively raised her hips up to meet his and relished in the tingly rush that washed over her body when she felt his arousal against her.

Strange how that turns me on so much, she thought briefly as Ron moaned in the back of his throat, his passion obvious.

She let her small hands roam down to his sides and rest on his hips as she placed needy kisses on his chest. When she began to lovingly nibble on his ear and pull his hips towards her center, he made is lower body rigid, resisting her a little.

“Say it,” he breathed in her ear.

“Say what?” she asked, her voice dripping with desire.

“Tell me you want me, Hermione,” he said in a light, but forceful tone. His kiss on her lips was rough and gentle at the same time. It was obvious that he was so overcome with his need for her that he couldn’t quite contain himself.

“I want you,” she panted as she pulled his hips towards her once again, and this time he gave in a little bit. “Make love to me, Ron,” she playfully nipped at his ear, “I’ll beg you if I have to. I want you so much; I’m on fire for you.”

As his mouth crashed onto hers, he made sure to keep his eyes open so he could watch her. When she closed her eyes, he broke their kiss.

“Open your eyes, Hermione. Concentrate on my face,” his mouth met hers once more and he slowly moved his hips up to meet with hers, gently entering her knowing full well that it would hurt. When he felt her walls stretch and close around him, it was all he could do not to close his own eyes and allow the feeling to intensify. When he saw her wince, he asked, “Are you ok?”

Her hands now flew up to his shoulders and rested there. Ron thought he felt a little force behind them, as though she were bracing herself against the pain.

Or trying to get used to it, Ron thought dimly as Hermione’s nails dug into his shoulders. He hadn’t expected it to be like this for her, she appeared to be a bigger amount of pain than he anticipated.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, kissing her forehead.

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, she merely wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him flush against her body, slowly and gently bucking her hips against him.

“Oooh, Gods, Hermione…you’re so…you feel…”

She responded back with a moan and now used her upper body strength to roll them over, she was now on top.

“Are you sure?” Ron asked, placing his big hands on her hips. “Won’t it hurt more?”

She leaned down and placed a finger on his lips to quiet him. “It’ll be okay,” she murmured as she began to move against him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. She was slow at first and then picked up the pace to medium; staying there until her body could get better adjusted to him inside of her.

Ron put his hands on either side of her hips, massaged her gently, and then began to guide her into a motion that he somehow knew would feel good for the both of them. The longer she went on gyrating her hips, the quicker she became.

“Oh, gods, Ron, I think I’m going to…” she panted.

He could feel her release drawing near as well as his own, but didn’t want it to end. He stopped moving her hips into his and when she tried to start again, he rested a hand against her abdomen to stop her.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed.

“Slow down,” he instructed as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her. “Lie back.”

He gently pushed her back so that she was lying at the foot of the bed, her legs stretched out behind him; he leaned over her and gently withdrew himself from her. She gave a sharp gasp and he kissed her lovingly, thinking that that had hurt her when he did that.

“Are you ok?” He asked quietly as he smoothed back a few curls that had stuck themselves to the side of her face.

She nodded and smiled at him, waiting to see what he would do next. Once he made sure that she was comfortable, he took one of her delicate feet in his hands and began placing random kisses along the top making his way to her calf and then leisurely running his tongue back down to her toes, which he gently sucked and nibbled on one by one.

Hermione felt herself shiver all over as she called out his name and raised her hands above her head, clutching at the footboard.

“Oh, have I found something else that you like?” He asked with a smile. Hermione could only respond with a passionate whimper.

Making a mental note of her toes, he placed the one in his hand down on the bed and got comfortable between Hermione’s legs, lying on his stomach. Ron put a hand under each thigh and dug his nails in a deep as he could and raking them downward as gently as he could. He draped her knees over his shoulders and made small playful laps at her opening before leaning forward just a little more and gently darting his tongue inside of her and sucking gently on her walls.

Then he tasted it. Something metallic mixed in with her sweet juices. Something he had expected but not really. Hermione was enjoying herself immensely, clutching at his red mane and calling out his name as she squirmed around him; enjoying herself so much that she didn’t notice that he had paused for just a moment to see what was going on.

Ron glanced down at the sheet and saw a small, brownish red stain about the size of a galleon. It looked fresh. He knew that it had to have been because he couldn’t recall having seen that there when he and Hermione first laid down on the bed.

She bled, Ron realized. I caused that.

He wasn’t sure how to feel. Before Hermione would have the chance to notice that something was going on, he gently pushed her knees off of his shoulders and hovered over her once more. When she saw his face above hers, a quizzical look found its way onto her visage.

“What is it?” He asked softly.

She reached up and ran her thumb under his bottom lip. When she drew it back, he noticed that there was a small bit of blood on the tip. He knew that if he told her that it was her blood on his lip, she would freak out and the moment could never be recaptured.

“Don’t worry,” he told her as he licked the blood from her thumb. “I just bit my lip is all.”

“Then let me kiss it and make it better,” she purred as she brought his face close to hers and gave him a soft and lingering kiss on his lips. While his mouth clearly had her attention, he took this opportunity to gently guide himself into her. When he did, Hermione squealed a bit in surprise and even tensed up a little. Once he started moving his hips, she relaxed and bucked hers against him once more, finding rhythm with him and meeting him thrust for thrust.

He broke their kiss and now had both forearms lying flat against the bed on either side of her head, picking up the pace. Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist, exploring his body as he repeatedly thrust into her, getting closer and closer each time. She must have sensed it, or felt it, Ron supposed, because she was staring straight into his eyes when she asked:

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

He was so close that he couldn’t speak. He only took notice of Hermione’s release being near and swallowed hard as he nodded to her.

“So am I,” she breathed. “I’m so close, lover. Can’t you tell?”

He didn’t answer her. Her voice was soft and velvety, just like she was on the inside. The mere thought of this made Ron incredibly hot as he managed to roll over on his back and bring Hermione with him, never breaking their connection.

His need for completion was greater than he ever could have imagined. He was to the point where he couldn’t think clearly. Did he want to guide Hermione’s hips into him or did he just want to lie there and let her ride him like there was no tomorrow like she was now?

“Do you want to come for me, lover?” She panted. “I know I want to come for you…”

Her hips thrust against his as fast as she could possibly go.

“Hermione,” he moaned loudly. “Merlin, yes, I want to come for you…”

“Almost there,” she purred.

The sensation of her climaxing around him very quickly brought him to his end. Hermione collapsed and made herself comfortable on his chest. He brought his arms up around her to hold her close as he lovingly ran a hand through her light brown curls.

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you, too.”

They stayed like that and soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming only of eachother.