Chapter 37 - Romance, Responsibilities & Heartbreaks II

After a tense moment, he finally relaxed again, drowning in the blissful sensation of her contracting throat. Her hands kept moving as her head bobbed up and down along his length, stroking his base, knowing full well that she couldn't take in all of his length into her throat. She kept suckling and stroking with her tongue as her other hand cupped and massaged his balls.

Trying to find the perfect place to stroke, taking note of all his twitching reactions. Even if this was something new to her, she wanted to be good at it. She wanted to see his satisfied expression, even if her eyes were tearing up.

Ron tried to enjoy every bit of it, laying there without moving a muscle, as if he was a hero being pleasured by a goddess. However, he couldn't control the twitches of his cock, urging him to thrust into her, to take her, until she cried out his name in glorious waves of splendor.

His muscles knotted up, and his cock throbbed like no tomorrow. He knew he was very close to spilling his seeds, but he also knew she wouldn't want such a surprise. "Ghhk… I'm close…"

Hermione quickly pulled back, leaving her dribbling saliva all over his throbbing shaft. Her hands started stroking him, fast but rhythmic; slick and slimy as her drool covered her fingers. Up and down from base to head, her hands milked him vigorously. His abs contracted as his upper body arched up from the bed.

Finally, his hard male heat spurted out like a fountain of white cream. His harsh groan of masculine satisfaction echoed as he grabbed her hands to stop, pressing her digits on the end of his twitching cock, painting her palm and fingers with his sticky seeds.

"Hah!" Ron let out an audible breath as his head fell back into bed, his muscles finally relaxing.

Hermione rolled off him, got off the edge of the bed, and started wiping her hands with a hand towel she found on the nightstand.

The way she stood there, looking down at her hands without a shred of clothing on her body, a beautiful silhouette contouring her form by the shadows from the window, tempted Ron to ask for more. Her firm mounds and her slim but still sensual hips were perfect for the taking. She was so beautiful he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to touch her more and more.

"Tell me honestly." Ron sat up too, and got off the bed to stand up.

"You studied about this before coming here, didn't you?" He took a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants on the floor, and started to clean his relaxing member.

"W-What?" Hermione exclaimed, her reaction an indication enough that she did study before coming. "No, I'm not that naive, Ro–oh!"

Ron suddenly came closer, wrapping his arms around her midsection from behind. His hands clawed their way up from her belly to her pink tips, pinching them for a moment before both his palms kneaded her bosoms entirely. His lips found their way to the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling her tender skin.

"Ummph…. Ron…" Her hands went back as she dropped the hand towel, stroking his hair as she enjoyed the sensation he gave her. His warm body pressed against her back, as his twitching, half-calm rod nestled between her bottom cheeks.

With her hands on his head, her glistening mounds were jutting further into his hands. His fingers sunken into the gelatinous, soft flesh, molding her body into his palms. She loved the feeling of his warm touch on her cold skin, igniting another fire in her. "Oohhh…"

Ron noticed how she didn't resist, and suddenly turned her body around. He pushed her back towards the window, constantly kissing and biting her lips while his hands kept kneading.

"Ah…" Hermione cried as she fell back, sitting on the windowsill where the moonlight caressed her pale white skin.

His kisses traveled down her neck, licking and suckling her breasts, and tainting her belly with his saliva. Ron went further down and eventually kneeled by the windowsill, spreading her legs and putting them on each of his shoulders.

"Now it's my turn to eat you up…" Ron muttered, looking at her shy, blushing face.

At first, Hermione averted her eyes, trying not to show him how shy she was. However, the moment Ron's warm, wet tongue touched her damp petals, something devilishly dirty, yet oh so heavenly took over her senses.

Her whole body trembled, feeling the slick sensation crawling up from the lower part of her slit, teasing her with a long stroke until it circled her little kernel of love. Her thighs instinctively clamped together, but hindered by Ron's head. "Oh, oh… Ron… Don't…"

"Shhh… You should enjoy it, relax." He whispered, his hot breath stroking her soaking, cold, sensitive petals.

"Oh—Okay…" Hermione nodded, biting her lips as her eyes closed. She threw her head back, resting on the glass window, soaking in all the wondrous feeling. Her hands slid down her soft thighs, resting in Ron's red hair.

But suddenly, she felt it, something poking on her entrance, something small and slim stroking her slit, parting a small path as it stroked her wet walls. She knew it was his finger, but it moved so slowly and steadily, careful not to hurt her. With his tongue still circling around her clit, it multiplied the pleasure tenfold, bringing out more and more of her lustful nectar.

Her hands subconsciously clenched Ron's hair, engulfing him in her sweltering legs, bringing his lips closer to her cave of wonders. He suckled her fleshly nub, as his finger dug into her core, wetting his palm with her juices.

Her body arched back, feeling all of the pleasure he gave her.

Unable to move his arms anymore, Ron decided to let go. Keeping her legs on his shoulders, both his hands went under her ass, stroking the jiggling soft flesh of her lower thighs, and clamped his arms around, parting her legs wider. His tongue slithered down, wiggling its way into her watery sheath.

"Oh… Oh …Ohhhh!" Hermione couldn't control her moans. Her hips pushed forward as her legs widened. The struggle between wanting to close them and being forced open aroused something primal in her: the need, the craving, the want to abandon herself to pleasure.

Ron's tongue went in and out of her, brushing her inner walls with long strokes. His own erection was coming back, ready for a second fight. But this time, he felt no urgent need. All he wanted was to see her cry out in deliverance. He wanted her to melt like putty in his hands.

His left hand stretched a bit more, placing his palm on her lower belly, stretching his thumb to stroke and rub her swollen, fleshy little clit. He loved the naughty sounds she was making.

"Ohhh! Ron! Ooh God!" Her body stiffened, her legs clamping around his neck for dear life. The release struck her like a runaway truck, sending her flying high. Ron made sure she rode through all of that, gulping up her leaking nectar nonstop, lapping up everything he could.

Hermione's muscles finally started to relax, her throbbing legs loosening around him. She sat back against the window, panting heavily as her knees buckled.

Ron let her legs down and stood up. The sight of her exhausted expression and sweating face made him want to plow through her fields. Her messy hair only added to the charm of her lustful, glistening body. He stroked his bulging erection close to her blushing pussy, and looked her in the eye, subtly asking if she was ready for the main course.

But he saw Hermione shaking her head, pressing her lips together. While she didn't verbally deny him, he wasn't going to ruin the night for her, as well as himself. He had learned his lesson the first time.

Instead, he suddenly picked her up in his arms by her legs, hugging her body close as she tightened her arms around his neck, her thighs around the waist, keeping his cock teasing her entrance.

With firm strides, he took her back to the bed and laid her gently on one side, joining her. He pulled up the blanket around them, and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Good night, Hermione." He whispered in her ear.

Listening to her calm breaths, he knew she was too exhausted to stay awake.

Hugging her body tight, making do with the tightness of her thighs, he rested his erect cock there, spooning her weak body and earning himself a few pumps there until he relaxed.

Eventually, exhaustion took him down as well.

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