Chapter Twelve

Hermione’s glazed eyes fluttered open, meeting Ron’s darkened gaze as he loomed over her, his cock twitching inside her spasming walls. A fresh wave of slick heat coated his length as she clenched around him, her orgasm still rippling through her in slow, shuddering pulses.

Ron’s breath hitched as he watched her come undone beneath him, her pussy fluttering around his cock in ****, rhythmic clenches. His grip on her thighs tightened, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks as he fought not to spill inside her yet.

"Fuck—Hermione—" His voice was ragged, his hips jerking erratically as her slick walls milked him, pulling him deeper with each involuntary squeeze. The head of his cock throbbed, his swollen tip catching against that impossibly sensitive spot inside her as he ground into her, prolonging her climax.

Hermione’s nails dug into his biceps, her thighs trembling where they rested against his shoulders. " Ron—please—" she gasped, her voice breaking as another shudder of pleasure wracked her body. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer, half-****, half-guilty, but she couldn’t stop her hips from rocking greedily against his, milking every last pulse of her climax around his thick cock.

Ron’s breath came in ragged bursts, his forehead pressed against hers as he fought for control. "Fuck—you’re still squeezing me," he groaned, his hips jerking shallowly, the swollen head of his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls.

Ron’s entire body tensed, his muscles quivering with restraint as Hermione’s plea sliced through the haze of his lust. “Not inside me, baby—” Her voice was a shattered whisper, her nails biting into his shoulders as she arched beneath him.

He snarled through gritted teeth, his cock twitching violently as he wrenched himself out of her with a wet, filthy sound. The sudden emptiness made Hermione whimper, her swollen cunt clenching around nothing as Ron’s thick length slapped against her stomach, pulsing angrily. A ragged groan tore from his throat as his release splashed hot stripes across her belly, her trembling thighs, the sticky proof of their betrayal glistening between them.

Ron’s breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving as the last pulses of his release painted her skin. Hermione’s body still trembled beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and the evidence of their shared sin. His cock twitched against her hip, still half-hard, still aching—as if it hadn’t just emptied itself across her stomach in thick, shameful ropes.

His fingers trembled as he traced a lazy path through the mess, smearing it across her quivering belly. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Look at you.”

Hermione’s breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she fought to steady herself.

Hermione’s head fell back into the pillow with a soft thump, her entire body trembling violently as aftershocks of pleasure wracked her oversensitive flesh. Her thighs twitched, still spread wide around Ron’s hips, her swollen cunt clenching around nothing—aching, empty. A broken whimper escaped her lips as she collapsed in on herself, her muscles turning liquid, her bones melting beneath the weight of pleasure she hadn’t felt in years—hadn’t allowed herself to feel.

Ron’s breath was hot against her throat as he hovered over her, his broad frame casting her in shadow

Hermione’s exhausted gaze flickered downward, her breath still uneven as she took in the sight of Ron’s cock—still particularly rigid, still glistening with her arousal, the thick veins along its length pulsing with unsatisfied need. A fresh tremor ran through her, equal parts want and weariness.

"Ron..." Her voice was hoarse, thighs instinctively pressing together in a feeble attempt to soothe the dull ache between them. Every nerve still hummed from the intensity of his touch, but her body was spent—overstimulated, sore in ways that made her shift slightly beneath him, wincing at the slick drag of her own sensitivity.

Ron exhaled sharply through his nose, his calloused fingers trailing through the mess on her stomach before gripping her hip possessively. His cock twitched against her thigh, still flushed and heavy, the thick veins along its length throbbing visibly. Hermione could feel the damp heat of his arousal smearing against her skin—could see the way his jaw clenched as another drop of precum beaded at his swollen tip.

"Merlin, Hermione," he rasped, his thumb brushing over the bite mark he'd left on her collarbone earlier. His hips jerked forward instinctively, the broad head of his cock nudging against her inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail. "Look what you do to me.

Hermione's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her climax. She reached out, her trembling fingers brushing against Ron's chest, and managed a weak smile. "Lay down," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

Ron's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with unspent desire, but he nodded.

Ron obeyed with a groan, rolling onto his back beside her, his cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach, still glistening with her arousal. Hermione shifted onto her side, her breath hitching as her sensitive thighs rubbed together, the slickness between them making her shudder. She reached out tentatively, her fingers tracing the thick veins along his length, feeling the way his entire body tensed at her touch.

"You're still so hard," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the swollen head, smearing the fresh bead of precum that welled up. Ron hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking involuntarily, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath them.

Her fingers curled hesitantly around his shaft, the heat of him pulsing against her palm as she gave an experimental stroke. Ron’s hips jerked off the mattress with a strangled groan, his abs clenching.

"Fuck—Hermione—" His voice was wrecked, his fingers twisting in the sheets as she tightened her grip, her thumb smearing the leaking precum down his length in slow, filthy circles. The vein along the underside throbbed against her fingertips, and she could feel how badly he needed release—how his balls drew up tight, heavy with unshed seed.

Hermione’s breath hitched as her gaze locked onto the glistening streaks of his release still clinging to the flushed head of his cock. Without thought, without hesitation, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took the first two thick inches into her mouth. The taste of salt and musk flooded her senses, and Ron’s entire body jerked beneath her, a ragged groan tearing from his throat.

“Fuck—Hermione—” His fingers tangled in her wild curls, not pushing, not guiding—just holding on as if she might vanish. Her tongue swirled around the swollen tip, lapping at the lingering traces of his cum before sinking deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Ron’s cock twitched against her tongue as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. A choked curse spilled from his lips, his thighs trembling as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. The salty tang of him coated her throat, the weight of him heavy and insistent.

Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head, her other hand drifting down to cup his tight, aching balls.

Ron’s breath came in ragged gasps as Hermione’s lips stretched around him, her warm tongue pressing against his throbbing length. The sight of her—those brown eyes fluttering shut, her lashes dark against flushed cheeks—was too much. His hips jerked instinctively, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she moaned around him, the vibration wringing a **** groan from his chest.

"Shit—Hermione—I can’t—" His fingers tightened in her curls, his thighs trembling as pleasure coiled white-hot in his gut. She sucked harder, her hand working the base of his shaft in slick, twisting strokes, and he was gone.

Ron's warning came too late. Hermione barely had time to pull back before his cock jerked violently in her grip, the swollen tip hitting her chin as the first thick rope of cum erupted like a geyser. A choked gasp escaped her as hot spurts painted her lips and cheeks—

"Fuck—!" Ron's entire body arched off the bed, his thighs shaking as his release tore through him. The second burst shot past her face, glistening strands arcing through the air before splattering across the rumpled sheets. Hermione's fingers tightened around his base instinctively, feeling each pulse as his cock twitched against her palm, his balls drawing up tight.

Hermione gasped as another hot stripe of cum splashed across her cheek, the warmth dripping down toward her parted lips. Ron’s hips bucked erratically, his cock pulsing violently in her grip as he spilled the last of his release—thick, glistening strands painting her fingers still wrapped around his twitching shaft.

Hermione collapsed beside Ron with a shuddering exhale, her body still thrumming with aftershocks as she pressed her flushed cheek against his heaving chest. The rapid hammer of his heartbeat echoed through her ear, his skin damp and salty beneath her lips as she nuzzled absently into the wiry red hair dusting his sternum. Ron’s softening cock twitched against her thigh, the thick length still glistening with spit and spend, the musky scent of sex clinging to them both.

His fingers trembled as they brushed a sticky strand of cum from her cheekbone, his calloused thumb dragging slowly over her parted lips.

Hermione turned her head against Ron's chest, her exhausted brown eyes meeting his. "Next time," she murmured, her voice hoarse, "warn me before you cum."

Ron’s lips curled into a cheeky grin, his face slack with satisfaction but his blue eyes still burning with leftover hunger. "Next time, huh?"