So Much Better

Pansy eased into her flat quietly. She wasn’t trying to be quiet, she just was since she didn’t have any bags or her purse. The silence, however, made the noises very easy to hear. She moved through the entryway and into the front room, then looked toward the fireplace. Her heart leapt into her throat at what she saw.

There on the floor, a mass of limbs and sweat, was her boyfriend Mark and a girl she recognized as a waitress in the restaurant he did accounting for. They were undulating together in the oldest act known to man and from the sounds they were making, they were close to orgasm.

Backing up a step she eased out of her flat. HER flat. He had brought a girl back to her flat. Maybe she should have known when he asked for her schedule this week that something was up, but she never would have thought that he would have the bullocks to bring a woman to HER flat.

Maybe it was the fear of the forbidden. Maybe it was just stupidity. Whatever the reason, Pansy was not coming home tonight. She would get a room at the inn and stay away for now. She hated the fact that she was at a loss for what to do. She should go in there and kick them both out, but it would be sweeter to get revenge somehow.

She wasn’t hurt, although she was angry. She wasn’t even angry that he had cheated, she was angry that he had used her home as a venue. She had to get back at him somehow. She was a Slytherin after all, and Slytherin’s got even. As much as she would love to toss them both out on their naked asses, the moment would prove more succulent when she exerted her comeuppance.

She had told him that she would be home about 6 and it was only 3. She had left work early, closing up the Ministry of Magic office she used as a record keeper for portkey travels. He obviously thought he had plenty of time.

She apparated to Diagon Alley, walking around a bit to control her anger. She wasted several hours in the bookstore, the dress shops and in a jewelers establishment looking at antiques. Eventually when the sun began setting she went to the inn, intent on securing a room for the night, but instead she went to the restaurant bar for a drink. She didn’t feel like dinner. She toyed with her glass, wondering what she could do to get Mark back. He had money, so a financial attack was pointless. He had a girl apparently, so merely cutting it off wouldn’t do any harm. Telling her father would do nothing, because he liked the man and besides her father had cheated on her own mother so he would say he’s just being a man.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. There had to be something.

“Are you going to drink that or play with it?” She looked up to find Ron Weasley standing beside her stool. Suddenly it hit her. Mark was highly insecure, and most likely had gone to this girl to make himself feel better. Well she would make him regret not only cheating on her, but also using her home as his playing field. She grinned widely, making Ron frown and take a step back.

“Ronald Weasley,” she said seductively, “are you married?”

“No I’m not as it happens.” He met her grin and from the look he was giving her, Pansy knew she had found the perfect revenge.

“Do you have plans for the evening?” She shifted in her seat, running the bridge of her foot along his calf.

“Nothing firm.” He said, taking a step forward.

“Well then, how would you like to take me home and give me a proper rogering?” She knew she sounded like the worst slag but she didn’t care. The smile on Ron’s face was priceless.

“I would like that very much.” His English manners were apparent, and it made Pansy giggle that he could be oh so proper at her request. She down her drink, and reached for her purse, but Ron was ahead of her. He had already pulled out a few coins from his pocket and dropped them on the bar.

They left the inn and she took his arm as they apparated away, appearing inside a front room. Ron flicked his wand and the fire sprung to life. He took her cloak and as he hung them, she kicked off her shoes and set her wand on the coffee table, before she took a seat on his couch.

Normally she would have taken in his home, seeing what he had and what it said about him, but for now, she only had one thing on her mind. The ginger who was walking over to her.

Ron didn’t waste time and immediately took her lips in a kiss as he eased her onto her back on the couch. He was a deep kisser, plunging with his tongue as he would soon plunge into her body. He was warm and his body was hard and firm over hers.

Ron was a great kisser and she soon found herself eagerly giving back. Nobody could turn her on just by kissing, Ron was the first and it was fabulous. She parted her legs, then wrapped her legs around his waist when he moved between them.

He broke the kiss for only a second to attack her neck, both sides and her collarbone. He was thrusting against her now, showing her how he would move, and she couldn’t wait. From what she could tell, Ron moved slow but deep. Her pussy moistened up at the thought.

He moved back to claim her lips, tasting their sweetness again. He had no idea why she would proposition him that way she did but who the hell was he to say no. Pansy was gorgeous and if she wanted him, then she could have him.

He reached down, easing her flowing skirt up and running his hands along the smoothest leg he had ever felt. She was amazing, tone and strong, with shapely legs that he loved. There was nothing that turned him off worse than a pair of stick legs and a thinness that showed bones.

Pansy reached down and yanked on his shirt. He pulled away just long enough to pull the long sleeve garment over his head and toss it away. He covered her again, taking her swollen lips back. The feel of her hands on his back, groping and exploring went straight to his cock.

He rose off her and reached under her arms, lifting her up. He straddled her on his lap as he faced the back of the couch, leaning her against it and bracing his knees wide. She was opened up for him, trapped against his couch as he worked her blouse open. The air, warmed by the fire, hit her skin and she assisted him in removing the silk, then rested her head on his shoulder while he reached being her and unhooked her bra.

She didn’t ponder the fact that he had no trouble at all removing it, only focused on his eyes as she eased back, letting him look at her. He was marveled. Her breasts were perfect orbs, pink tips and puckered for him. Just the right size to fill his hands with their roundness. He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently, while squeezing the flesh in his hands.

He fed off the other, moving from one to the other. Pansy let her head fall back against the couch, offering up an unobstructed breast buffet. She loved having her nipples sucked and she didn’t get nearly enough with her boyfriend. Her now ex boyfriend, she had decided. Ron’s attention was divine and she basked in it.

Ron could tell she was loving it. Her reaction was amazing. His previous lovers had called him too aggressive, but he couldn’t help it if a beautiful woman made him want to dive right in and investigate everything about her. Pansy was a woman he could fast get used to. She encouraged him with her noises and he had no idea why she had asked this of him, but he would make sure she didn’t regret it.

Pansy let out a shriek as she felt his whole palm cover her pussy, already wet and ready. She was unprepared for the heat such a touch would bring. He raised his lips again, taking her mouth again in a deep kiss as he rubbed her gently. She was a hot one, and he wanted more than anything to bury himself inside her, but all in good time. He didn’t want her ready, he wanted her aching.

He lifted his fingers and slipped them into the waistband of her knickers, pushing the silk and lace aside and searching out the true prize. He liked that she kept herself trimmed since he did as well. He slid farther until he found the entrance he was looking for and slipped his finger inside. She was swollen and wet, inviting him deeper. Her head fell back, exposing a long stretch of pale neck.

Leaning down he ran his tongue from her pulse point to her ear while thrusting his finger in and out. He could hear the juices as he inserted another finger. She clutched at his shoulders, and her hips began moving with him. “Like that do you?” He asked, nibbling her ear.

“Yes.” She had wondered if this would be worth it. Would revenge against Mark be worth giving herself to Ron? She found that she didn’t care at the moment. All she wanted was what he was giving her. Even if Mark didn’t care she would benefit. Mark would be out of her life and she would have gotten a great night of fucking.

“Would you like my tongue down there instead?” He asked, looking her in the eye. Pansy nearly came right then and there. His eyes were so intense and with the lust he felt was showing, infecting her also.

“I would love it.” She gasped out. Thinking he would ease her onto his back, she got ready to lay down but instead he lifted her up. Before she knew it, he was laying down on the couch and she was straddling his chest. With a little adjustment he slipped his arms under her legs and positioned her over his face and pulled her kickers out of his way.

Pansy held onto the couch arm, panting and heaving. She had gotten oral sex many times but never like this. The urge to grind her pussy on Ron’s open mouth was too much to bare. She let everything out, holding not a single things inside, as that tongue of his was stabbed up at her.

She didn’t care how she sounded, she didn’t care who heard, she didn’t care about anything but what he body was feeling. She reached behind her back, searching out his erection but it was hard to twist around and keep her pussy where she wanted it.

It was plain to Ron however, what she wanted and in what seemed like a split second, he had her twisted around with his face buried in her wetness again. Pansy looked down at his crotch. His cock hard and thick from what she could see. She leaned down and opened up his belt and trousers, smiling as he lifted his hips to help her.

He was perfect, long and thick, trimmed with a blood filled vein along one side, a powerful image if she ever saw one before. Leaning down she took as much as she could into her mouth. His tongue stopped only briefly as he got used to the feeling.

Together, they licked and slurped, tasting each other and sucking each other. Each one intent on the pleasure of the other. Pansy enjoying the hard flesh in her mouth, Ron gorging himself on the banquet she offered. While both enjoyed the feeling they were receiving, neither was close to climax because they were distracted by the feelings they were giving. Pansy knew she would have cum already if she didn’t have his cock to focus on.

Eventually it was too much for Ron, he had to be inside her, he had to fuck the lips he had kissed and licked. He had to fuck her now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Reaching down, he pulled on her shoulder, letting his cock flop on his stomach as she sat upright, shifting off of him. She was going to ask him what he was going to do now but she was stopped by his kiss. She would have thought the taste of herself would turn her off but it didn’t, she hardly noticed it. She was so heated at the moment she would have agreed to anything he asked.

Ron reached down and hooked her leg on his elbow, pushing her back into the couch. In one swift thrust he entered her and plunged as deep as he could. Buried to he hilt he stayed where he was, watching her face. She let out a gasp and clutched his shoulders, her face displaying her emotions and Ron felt larger than life.

He had no idea that Pansy thought the same thing. Ron was bigger than her ex and while she’d had him in her mouth, she had no idea how wonderful he would feel inside her. She could practially feel him pulsing. She finally raised her head and looked at him. He hadn’t moved, he just held still, buried to his balls, his eyes locked on her.

“You feel wonderful.” She said, in husky voice. She wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but for some reason she had to voice this one thought. If anything Ron’s face got more intense.

“So do you,” he pulled out and slowly pushed back in, “all wet, and soft for me,” he pulled out and pushed back in, hearing her groan out, “I intend to stay as long as possible right where I am.”

Pansy let her eyes drift shut as he began fucking her in earnest. He was hard and strong with his plunges, delving deep, never going halfway. He held her firmly by the waist, pulling her into his as he thrust. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and met him with each plunge.

Ron was elated. This was a partner to be proud of, she was accepting anything he gave her and giving it back just as passionately. Her body fit his perfectly. He had never felt more like a man than with this woman. He pulled back and thrust again, over and over and over.

Pulling out he let her go then eased her onto the floor, guiding her on all fours. Mounting her from behind, he plunged deep, delighting in her shriek. She felt different this way, and he knew she was thinking the same.

Pansy had been fine with this position before, although it wasn’t on her list of favorites. One of her issues had been that she had less contact with her partner, ad Pansy was one who loved kissing and touching while fucking, but Ron wasn’t the distant type. He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back and nuzzling the side of her face with his.

Ron certainly was a skilled lover, he knew just when to hold himself back and when to move harder, faster, whatever he needed to do. He listened to the noises she made, feeding off of them and using them to determine how she liked it. It didn’t take him long to figure out just what style turned her on. He knew when to shift positions to keep himself from cumming too early. He knew that she loved contact above all else. No matter what position they were in, she turned toward him in some way.

Pansy let her body relax, enjoying what she was feeling. She was close, so close to the edge, all she needed was a shove. Ron could see it too. Pulling out, he flipped her onto her back and dove between her thighs, plunging deeply.

Pansy cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him, grunting right along with him. He listened to her cries, hearing them get louder and higher. Thrusting a hand in between them, he sought out her clit and flicked his finger over it, sending her into a fit. He watched her eyes, and smiled to him self as she keened loudly and arched up, squeezing his cock with her pussy.

Pansy was floating. There was no way to describe it. She had taken flight and was soaring. As her body released in a climax Ron had picked up speed, keeping her orgasm going while he sought out his own. As she came down to earth, she looked up at him. He was covered in sweat as she was, his eyes closed tightly, and his teeth clenched. He let out a loud growl as he thrust hard, again and again until he emptied himself inside her. She took a potion so she wasn’t worried, she could just enjoy the view. Normally she was somewhat amused when Mark got off, but seeing Weasley have such an intense orgasm within her own body was something different. Something inside her was proud and while she thought it unusual, she liked it.

He collapsed on top of her, heaving. She let her legs fall limp, but kept her arms around his shoulders. Oh yes, Ron was so much better than Mark.

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