Author'sNote: This is it, kids. We've reached the end. Thank you a million times over for sharing your thoughts with me, and I truly hope you enjoy the ending. Have a great holiday and happy new year as well!
WARNING: This is the most sexually charged thing I've ever written, and it might not be everyone's cup of tea. I highly suggest that you don't read this if you're not a fan of hardcore smut. Seriously. It's 2000+ words of pure sex.
Disclaimer: this Christmas, all I want is the rights to this phenomenon.
Chapter Eleven: December 19th, 1998 Part Three
Ron smirked as Hermione placed a kiss on his neck, and then groaned as she sucked on his pulse point. One of her hands moved dangerously low and Ron sucked in his breath. Her fingers wrapped around his length as she bit down on his neck.
'Hermione!' Ron yelped. 'What's gotten into you?'
'Well, not five minutes ago, you did,' she said, and then chuckled as he moaned. 'The truth is you're mine and I want everyone to know so I'm marking you as such.'
'Fuck,' he moaned, and then whimpered as she let go of his cock.
'I want to give you one of your Christmas gifts early,' she whispered into his ear. Ron trembled underneath her.
'Gifts?' he questioned, emphasising the plural.
'Don't worry,' she said. 'This one is free. Remember when I said I was thinking of adding something to your present? A surprise? Well, I want you to have it now.'
'O-okay,' Ron stuttered. 'What is it?'
She readjusted herself so that she lay on his chest and could look into his eyes. Blood shot down to his groin as she slowly rubbed her breasts against his chest. He felt her nipples harden against him, and it took all of his strength not to impale her on to his cock.
'Mmm,' she moaned, and then bit her lip. 'Me,' she said. 'Anything you want me to do, I'll do it.'
Ron smirked. 'Are you sure, Hermione? You're sure you know what you're offering?'
'Yes,' she replied. 'Anything you want.'
Ron blushed when he realised she was serious. His mouth went dry and he licked his lips.
'Any – anything I want?' he croaked.
'Anything,' she said firmly.
Ron swallowed. 'Okay,' he hesitantly began. 'In...in your letter, you said that you...fuck.' He couldn't get the words out.
'What, Ron? Tell me. I want to do this for you.'
'I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do, Hermione.'
'I trust you, Ron,' she said softly.
'I haven't told you yet that I love you,' he said with a grin.
'I love you, too. Let me do this for you,' she said.
Ron licked his lips and cleared his throat. 'In your letter, you wrote that you touched yourself while thinking of me,' he said. She nodded slowly. 'Will you – will you show me?' he asked.
In response, she smiled and rolled off of him, laying next to him. Ron turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look.
He watched as Hermione licked her fingers and pinched her nipples. She rubbed them over and over again while soft sounds of pleasure escaped the back of her throat. Ron was fascinated.
'Talk to me,' he begged.
'My hands don't feel as good as yours,' she moaned. Her legs spread open, and her hand moved lower until it rested between her folds. When she pulled it away, it was glistening.
'Only you can do this to me, Ron,' she said. And then licked her fingers clean.
'Oh, fuck,' Ron muttered weakly and sat up. His cock throbbed painfully as Hermione began rubbing her clit. Her back arched and Ron had to stop himself from attacking her tits.
She let out a cry of pleasure, and Ron found himself staring as she started fingering herself.
'They're never enough, Ron,' she panted. 'Nothing can fill me the way you do.'
He licked his lips and bent his head for a closer look. Her scent was everywhere, drugging his mind.
'Let me taste you,' he demanded.
She removed her fingers from her centre and offered them to him. He sucked on them greedily as she went back to rubbing her breasts. When he could no longer taste her, he placed her hand back on her pussy and leaned over her.
'Make yourself come for me, Hermione,' he whispered.
She groaned and frantically rubbed her clit with one hand while fingering herself with the other.
'Oh!' she suddenly gasped. 'Ron!'
A long moan escaped her as her whole body tensed up. She moved her hands away from her pussy and gently fell back on the pillows, her chest heaving and her eyes closed.
Ron was mesmerised. He'd never seen anything so incredibly hot in his entire life, and he doubted he ever would. As a result, his cock was dying for attention.
'Hermione,' he said, and she opened her eyes.
'Your next request?' she asked.
'Fuck, woman. You'll be the fucking death of me, I swear it. I can't believe you just did that.'
'I trust you, Ron. Truthfully, I've always wanted to do that in front of you so you can see for yourself what you do to me.'
Ron found himself incredibly touched by her words and moved in to kiss her softly.
'I'm the luckiest bloke in the entire world,' he said.
Hermione smiled. 'And your luck continues. What else do you want?'
'Well, you'll notice what you did to me,' he said, nudging her with his length. 'You're gonna have to take care of that.'
She sat up and pushed him onto his back. He watched as her eyes rested on his cock, and his whole body trembled in anticipation when he saw the look on her face. She bent low over him until her mouth hovered over his length.
'God,' she whispered. She then licked her lips. 'Have I missed you.' And then she took him in her mouth.
Ron hissed and his fists grabbed roughly at the sheets beneath him.
'Hermione,' he moaned. 'It's been way too long since you've sucked me off.'
She hummed her agreement, and Ron's back lifted slightly, pushing his head into the pillows.
The first time Hermione had ever done this to him, he'd only been a little surprised that she had performed the act so well. His Hermione, after all, was brilliant at everything. And every time after that had been just as good as the first time.
But tonight...was different. It had never felt this good before, and had he not been so consumed with how amazing it felt, he'd have felt embarrassed by the sounds he was making.
'Why,' he panted, 'does this feel so much better than all the other times?'
Hermione removed her mouth from him to reply.
'I know what you mean. But I don't know the answer,' she said. 'All I know is you taste better than ever.' She ran her tongue up his cock. 'Mmm.'
Ron felt her hands move and hoped to feel them wrap around him, but instead she ran them down his thighs. Her left hand moved back up to his hip, and her right hand left his leg.
Briefly lamenting the lack of her touch, he focused instead on her warm mouth enveloping him, her moans reverberating throughout his body. He shuddered in ecstasy and looked down at her. His eyes widened when he noticed her right hand was in between her legs, obviously pleasuring herself.
'Fuck,' he groaned. 'Hermione?'
She looked up at him, her left hand replacing her mouth while the right remained between her legs.
'G-god,' she moaned. Ron thought he was going to explode.
'Are you touching yourself again?' he asked weakly.
'I can't help it,' she responded. 'Having you in my mouth gets me so wet.' Her face contorted slightly and she bent her head down.
Ron felt her teeth on his hip, biting hard as she shrieked. He jerked and raw desire shot through his veins. He was losing control and needed to get it back. Roughly, he pulled her up and moved them so that he lay on top of her with his hands holding her wrists above her head. He licked his lips as he looked down at her, and had to fight back a sudden swell of emotion.
There was a look of pure adoration on her face, and for what was not the first time, and most definitely would not be the last, he found himself marvelling at the fact that she worshipped him just as much as he worshipped her.
'I don't recall asking you to touch yourself again,' he said, his eyes boring into hers.
'I'm sorry,' she whispered. 'Are you...are you going to punish me?'
Ron shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to calm down. When he was sure he could handle it, he opened them again.
'Do you want me to punish you?' he huskily asked her. He smirked with satisfaction when she moaned and squirmed underneath him.
'This isn't about what I want,' she panted. 'It's about what you want.'
'Fine,' Ron said. 'I want you to tell me what you want.'
Her chest heaved and a heavy blush appeared on her face.
'Tell me, Hermione,' he demanded. Entranced, he watched as she shut her eyes and sucked in a breath, her warm body shaking beneath him.
'I want...' her voice trailed off. Ron pushed against her insistently, and she cried out in ecstasy.
'Don't make me repeat myself, Hermione.'
He watched as her eyes opened and found his; watched as she took a deep breath.
'The desk,' she whispered. 'I want you to fuck me as hard as you can against your desk.'
Ron gave a strangled moan and kissed her, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. When she broke away for air, Ron moved his lips to her breasts and his hand to her pussy. She pulled roughly on his hair and cried out again.
'Ron, what – ' her own moan interrupted her speech as Ron had moved lower and ran his tongue over her clit.
'What,' she tried again, 'are you doing?' She was panting quite heavily; her body couldn't help but respond to him. Ron pulled away from her.
'What does it look like?' he cheeked.
'But I thought your next request was for me to tell you what Iwanted,' she whined.
Ron wanted to laugh at her. She was so bloody adorable when starved for sex.
'Doesn't mean I'll do it,' he replied. 'Besides, there's something I want more. And I think you know what that is.' And then shoved his head between her legs.
He couldn't help the surge of power that ran through him when he felt Hermione jerk beneath him; he, however, refused to fuck her until she begged him for it. He wanted to do to her everything he claimed he would do in his letters.
'Ron, please!' she pleaded. Ron lifted his head from her wetness and trailed his tongue from her stomach to her breasts.
'Something you want?' he murmured against her skin. She was covered in sweat and tasted delicious.
'Please,' she whined. Ron chuckled as she shivered.
'Yeah?' he replied, urging her to continue.
'Damn it, Ron!' she moaned. 'Fuck me!'
Ron bit back a groan and hid his face between her breasts. When he felt some control, he looked down at her. Her eyes were crazed with need for him and her skin was so incredibly flushed. Ron took a deep breath.
'That wasn't very polite, Hermione,' he teased. Really, he hoped she'd understand soon because he was dying to lose himself inside of her again.
Relief coursed through him when he saw the comprehension flicker across her features.
'Ron, please,' she said softly. 'I need you inside of me.'
Wordlessly, Ron pulled her off of the bed and moved them over to the desk. When they were standing in front of it, he gathered her in his arms and snogged her deeply, yet tenderly. He hoped to convey everything he felt for her in the kiss. He loved Hermione more than anything, and he was honoured to know that she not only wanted him, she also needed him. He was as essential to her as she was to him.
He broke away from her lips and looked down at her.
'I need you, too. Always. I love you, Hermione. So much.'
'I love you, too. Now give me what I need.'
Slowly, he turned her around so that her back was facing him, and bent her over the desk. She pushed her hips back against his cock, and as he ran his hands over her body and pinched her nipples, she arched into his touch. Gently, he pushed her forward and gripped his length. He slid it down in between her arse cheeks, and she trembled beneath him. When he reached her pussy, he teased her a bit and rubbed the head of his penis over her clit and up and down, careful not to enter her. He pulled away from her, and his eyes clouded over with lust when he saw her dampness all over him. He placed himself between her cheeks, again moving it lower. Grinning wickedly when he remembered how much she enjoyed it the last time, he gently prodded the tight rim of her anus with the tip of his cock.
'Ooohhh,' she moaned loudly, and pushed herself back, hoping for more of his length to fill her up, but Ron stopped her.
'No,' he said. 'Another night. Tonight I want to feel your wet and warm pussy gripping me. I need it.'
'Okay,' she panted. 'But no more teasing. I can't take it. I want your thick, hard cock inside of me. I need that.'
And in one swift movement, he was inside of her.
He was deeper than he'd ever been before, and Ron knew that nothing on earth would ever feel as good as this. Hermione was his missing piece. Ron hadn't realised he was only half a person until he fell in love with Hermione. Only when he was with her did he become a whole being.
'You feel so good,' she moaned. 'I...I feel whole again,' she said breathlessly, and wiggled against him.
No longer surprised about how connected their thoughts were, Ron held on to her hips and placed soft kisses on the back of her neck.
'Tell me how you want it, Hermione,' he breathed in her ear.
She shivered. 'Hard, Ron. I want it hard. And fast.'
Without further hesitation, Ron pulled out of her until just the head of his cock remained, and then roughly plunged back in. Over and over, he drove into her, as fast as he could. Beneath him, Hermione was shaking and moaning harder and louder than she ever had before. Within moments, he felt her pussy contracting wildly around his cock, and he knew as soon as she came, so would he.
She called out his name and bucked underneath him, her orgasm vibrating throughout his body. The sensation shot right to the tip of his cock, and he came inside of her harder than he ever had in all the time they'd been together.
Hermione was strewn across the desk attempting to catch her breath. Mustering the last bit of strength he had, Ron lifted her and carried her over to the bed, laying them both down. He gathered her tightly in his arms, and pulled the covers over their intertwined bodies, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Game over. Both had won.