1. Chocolate Body Paint


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a work of fan fiction. All characters and locations are the property of their rightful owners. I own the story line. The Significance of Chocolate Body Paint -or- How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Tootsie Roll Center of a Tootsie Pop? Ron sat watching Hermione as she worked. As she did so often in the evenings, she sat at the massive dining room table; her books, papers, and briefcase strung across the massive piece of carved walnut. He watched her with appreciation, with concern, and with naked lust. He had missed her while she was gone. She’d just returned late that morning from an extended trip to the States, and she had complained about how far behind she was going to be at work. He had smiled at her projection in the fire, and told her spend the day getting caught up, he’d see her when he got home. He considered his plans for her and decided he needed to be a little less obvious, but no less decisive. A smile spread across his face as the idea began to formulate. He already had what he needed; a trip to ‘Miss Madelaine’s Magical Toy Box’ had supplied him with an intriguing little gift earlier that day. His plan solidified, he let his eyes wander over her luscious form. The flame orange Chudley Cannons jersey she had stolen from his cupboard was riding up her leg. When she had come down the stairs wearing it, it had hung nearly to her knees. Now he was looking at the fading hickey high up on her right thigh that he’d given her the night before she left. ...
    She ran her fingers through her voluminous hair in frustration and muttered something he didn't quite understand. Ron glanced down at his watch, 10:05; it was time for her to put it away, well past in his opinion. "Honey, I think it's time to call it a night." He pushed himself up off the couch. Crookshanks stood up and stretched as well, his back arching high and his bottlebrush tail quivering. "Don't even think about heading for the bedroom." Ron threatened the oversized ball of fur in a low voice. With an angry look the cat lay back down, his tail twitching in annoyance. Her hair was soft, like wild uncut saw grass. Ron loved to run his fingers through it. "Five more minutes?" she asked distractedly. Ron pulled her hair back on the left side, the heady scent of lilacs filled his nostrils as he breathed her in. He leaned forward and applied his lips to the base of her neck, just below the ear. A slight gasp escaped her lips. "Not," he rumbled into her neck, "if you want me work out your stress." He gripped her shoulder muscles and squeezed them, then pushed his thumbs up from below her shoulder blades in a deliberate and forceful arc. "Ohhhhhh," she inhaled. "Khhaaaaay," she exhaled. He pulled out her chair and nudged her out of it. "Go on up and stretch out. I'll be up in just a moment, I need to lock up." He smacked her bum playfully and sent her on her way. She headed up the stairs and he watched her appreciatively, a little disappointed that his shirt was quite so long on ...
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