Chapter Thirteen

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?"

Over the next four months, Hermione and Ron's days became a harmonious blend of desire and comfort, their connection deepening with each passing moment. They spent hours entwined in their makeshift bed, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with a hunger that only intensified as time went on. Ron's large hands roamed freely over Hermione's curves, her hips and breasts a constant source of fascination for him. His thick cock, always at the ready, became her favorite toy, and she marveled at how it could bring her such intense pleasure. They took turns pleasing each other, their sessions growing longer and more passionate as they learned each other's preferences.

On one night Ron was laid on the beach, his lover above his riding him, her beautiful face flushed, her large bust swaying her hands on his chest as she continues to grind bringing him closer and closer to climax, the serene sunset behind them, Ron can't deny that for him, this place has been Nirvana.

Ron’s hands slid up Hermione’s sweat-slicked thighs, gripping her hips as she rocked against him, her swollen clit dragging against the coarse hair at the base of his cock with every roll of her hips. The setting sun painted her skin gold, her heavy breasts bouncing with each **** grind, her nipples stiff and flushed.

“Look at you,” Ron groaned, his voice rough with awe, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she clenched around him.

Hermione whimpered, her thighs trembling as she braced herself against his chest, her swollen inner walls fluttering around his girth.

Ron’s breath hitched as Hermione’s movements grew erratic, her slick walls tightening around him in delicious spasms. His grip on her hips tightened, guiding her faster, deeper, his cock throbbing as her inner muscles milked him relentlessly.

“Fuck—Hermione—” His voice was raw, strained with the effort of holding back, his balls drawing up tight as heat coiled low in his gut.

She gasped, her nails biting into his chest as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Her back arched, breasts heaving, her climax wringing a broken moan from her lips.

Ron’s hips jerked up violently as Hermione’s climax wrenched a ragged groan from his throat. His cock pulsed inside her, thick veins throbbing against her fluttering walls as his release threatened to spill.

“Not yet—fuck—not yet—” he gritted out, his thighs trembling as he fought the overwhelming urge to fill her. His hands slid from her hips to her waist, gripping hard enough to leave faint red marks as he **** himself still beneath her.

Hermione whimpered, her body still convulsing with aftershocks, her inner muscles clamping down on him in slow, rhythmic pulses.

With a sudden surge of strength, Ron rolled them over, his broad frame towering over Hermione as he positioned himself between her parted legs. His hands, still trembling with unspent desire, cupped her breasts, pushing them together to create a deep crevice. He groaned in anticipation, his thick cock twitching as he aligned himself with the new opening. Hermione's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across her face as she realized what he intended. Her hands instinctively went to his wrists, her grip tightening as he began to thrust into the warm, soft valley he'd created.

Hermione gasped as Ron’s cock slid between her breasts, the thick, veined length glistening with her arousal. The friction was deliciously rough, her soft flesh yielding to his relentless thrusts. Her nipples stiffened further, brushing against his heated skin with every movement.

Ron’s breath came in ragged pants, his fingers tightening around her breasts to keep them pressed together, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency.

Hermione moved her head down, her breath catching as Ron's cock head brushed against her tongue with each thrust. The salty sweetness of his precum mingled with her own musky scent, creating a heady aroma that filled the air. Ron's hands tightened around her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Hermione's tongue darted out, catching the tip of his cock each time he thrust forward, the rhythmic motion sending shivers down her spine.

Ron’s breath hitched as Hermione’s tongue swirled around his swollen tip, her lips sealing tight just long enough to suck lightly before he pulled back with a ragged groan. His thrusts between her breasts grew erratic, the slick friction of her skin driving him wild.

“Merlin—Hermione—I can’t—” His voice was a broken growl, his hips stuttering as the pressure coiled unbearably tight in his core.

She moaned around him, her hands gripping his thighs, nails biting into his skin as she urged him on.

Ron’s fingers tangled in Hermione’s hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper around him as his cock throbbed between her lips and her own slick breasts. The sun-warmed sand clung to their sweat-damp skin, the ocean breeze doing little to cool the feverish heat between them.

“Gonna—come—” His hips jerked erratically, his thick length glistening with spit and precum as Hermione’s tongue swirled along the underside, her lashes fluttering at the **** grit in his voice.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder just as Ron’s control shattered.

Ron’s release hit Hermione like a tidal wave—hot, thick spurts painting her tongue, her lips, the flushed curve of her cheek. She gasped as the first pulse flooded her mouth, the bitter-salt taste bursting across her taste buds, her throat working instinctively to swallow. His cock jerked violently between her breasts, smearing sticky streaks across her collarbone as his hips stuttered against her.

“Fuck—fuck—” Ron’s voice was wrecked, his fingers tightening in her hair as his orgasm ripped through him. Hermione whimpered around him, her tongue lapping at his slit to coax out every last drop, her own thighs squeezing together at the slick heat between them.

Ron’s hips jerked one last time, his cock twitching against Hermione’s swollen lips as the final pulses of his release spilled across her tongue. She swallowed greedily, her fingers digging into his thighs as she milked him dry, her own arousal throbbing between her legs. The salty tang lingered on her lips as she pulled back with a shaky exhale, her breath warm against his oversensitive tip.

Ron shuddered, his grip on her hair loosening as he slumped forward, bracing himself on trembling arms above her. His cock, still half-hard and glistening, rested heavily against her sternum, sticky streaks of spend painting her flushed skin.

Hermione exhaled shakily, her lips still tingling from the heat of him. "Well... that was new," she murmured, swiping her thumb across the corner of her mouth where a stray drop glistened.

Ron’s chest heaved as he gazed down at her, his cock twitching where it lay against her flushed skin. His fingers, still tangled in her curls, flexed possessively. "Bloody perfect is what it was," he rasped, his voice rough with spent pleasure.

A breathless laugh escaped her as she shifted beneath him, the damp sand clinging to her back. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the ache between them impossible to ignore.

Ron sighed, his thumb brushing a stray streak of cum from Hermione's cheekbone with surprising tenderness. "Sorry about the mess," he murmured, voice still gravelly with satisfaction. "Knew you wouldn't want me coming inside you after all... and I was ****." His half-lidded gaze traced the glistening trails across her collarbones with shameless appreciation.

Truth be told Hermione herself was starting to get **** as well, they had done everything together apart from having Ron cum inside of her, it had been about two years now since she last felt her husband's warmth splash inside of her and Hermione truly missed that feeling of fullness.

She had secretly used some of the paper they had conjured and was now tracking her monthly cycle. Honestly it was probably a good thing Ron had pulled out as she was still a few days away from her safest point.