He came to know the smooth hollows and the ridges of her spine. He wrapped his hand gently around each one and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and stroked his fingers over her dewy, silk like hair. “There was a very particular incident, and every time you touch yourself it reminds me of it.”
————-It was a brisk March afternoon, probably too cold for sensible people to be out and about. Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips to Hermione’s cheek. She seemed to be searching his face and eyes for some trace of doubt. Slowly, he pulled it back out and slid it in about halfway again. “Admittedly, it was a lot easier to wait once I knew how you felt though.”
“And once you had something to wank over every time I got you hot and bothered.” They both chuckled, then Ron’s stomach growled, loudly. Then you moaned out her name, and she worked as well as anyone else.” He quickly changed tracks.
