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Chocolate Body Paint

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

her. As she disappeared into the bedroom he reached into his cloak that hung on the wall and removed a small brown box. He opened it and dumped out a round jar labeled ‘Honeydick's Chocolate Body Paint.’ "Smartest witch in a generation you may be, Misses Hermione Weasley; but I rather doubt you will see this one coming until it is far too late." A lecherous grin spread across his face as he removed a strawberry flavored sugar quill from his cloak. At the top of the stairs, Ron peeked in and saw that she was indeed stretched out on the bed. She was face down with her head in her arms, which were crossed on the pillow. Her hair was pulled forward to give him easy access to her shoulders and neck. Ron trailed his eyes languorously over the curve of her now naked back and up the swell of her perfectly rounded bum. Mmhmm, he thought as he took in the sight of her royal-purple silk knickers. Her legs were toned and nicely tanned, and her toes pointed to the foot of the bed. "Would you stop ogling me and turn off the lights already." Her tone was both amused and impatient. "I've been dying for this back rub all week." Ron chuckled to himself as he turned off the light and made his way to the bed in the inky darkness; his clothes marked the trail he walked. He could smell the remnants of her perfume in the air. "Flamme," he said quietly; waving his wand over the three point candelabra mounted on the wall. The three softly burning candles gave a pleasant, orange glow to the room. ... Their subtle vanilla scent mingled pleasantly with the scents in the air. He dropped his wand on the nightstand and tossed the jar into the middle of the king-size bed. "Mmmm, lotion," Hermione said into her pillow. "Uh huh," Ron replied without comment. He smiled to himself, pleased that she was walking so blindly into his trap. Ron set his knee on the bed and swung his other leg over her so that he was straddling her hips. Her hips rolled underneath him, pushing the soft flesh of her bum and the silk of her knickers against him. "Ron," she questioned him, "why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Ron placed his hands on either side of her and leaned down to whisper across her neck. "Because I am in the bedroom of the most beautiful woman in the world, and nobody told me I had to." He felt her shiver and saw the goose flesh pucker on her neck. He dropped a lingering, suckling kiss on her neck that elicited a low moan of pleasure from her. Her body dropped into a totally relaxed state that seemed to melt into the bed. He sat back up and picked up the jar. When it opened he could faintly smell milk chocolate. He dipped one finger in, it was cold; not overly so, but enough. He scooped out a generous daub and held it above the middle of her back. The anticipation filled him with a giddy sensation. He was sure if she knew what he was about to do, that she would doing everything she could to get away. A triumphant grin split his face as he lowered his finger to the sensitized skin between ...