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One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 2

Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

He was amazed that their mouths fit so well together, since she was so much smaller than he was. Then again, she had a really big mouth; and used it a lot. He smiled as he kissed her, trying not to laugh. "What?" she asked him, breaking the kiss. "Nothing," he smiled down at her. "I was just thinking," he bent down to kiss her again, stalling for time. "How much I love you." "I love you too, you old softie. Now stop messing around and kiss me." Ron couldn't help laughing this time. "This, coming from the same woman who spent the entire morning telling me it was my fault we had detention with Flitwick. I admit, the charms classroom was my idea, but it does take two to tango." "Yes it does, which means I can't tango by myself." Ron felt her small, cold hands slide around his neck. He gave in to her pull with no resistance. Her lips were soft and wet as he pressed his own to hers. She opened her mouth and he followed blissfully along, his tongue moving forward to graze over her lips and teeth. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him in, causing his body to wake up. He was beginning to wonder if there was a nerve that ran straight from his tongue to his prick. As their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths, Ron could feel his desire for her mounting. He had been good so far; he had complied with her wishes to keep his hands under control. Now though, as she lay on the ground half-beneath him with her fingers tangling in his hair and her tongue filling his mouth, he wanted more. ... He knew her by sound and by sight and scent and even by taste; but he wanted to know her by touch. His large hand slid down her flank, rising over her hip, and down her long, lean legs sheathed in denim. He knew their shape, just not their feel. His hand drifted back up slowly. He was nervous about this, not because he didn't know what to do, but rather because he wasn't sure how she would react. The last time he had done this a month before, she had been furious with him. Slowly, inevitably, his hand drifted back up her thigh, over her hip, and under her sweater. The smooth skin he had only seen in a picture taken on a beach in Greece, slid under his hand. She tensed, but relaxed again as he continued to move his mouth over hers. His hand stopped on her stomach, awaiting her tacit approval or denial. She said and did nothing. He took this as permission, and moved his hand around her side and up her back. She shivered against him, and gave a slight gasp. He assumed his hand must be cold, because her skin was like fire to his touch. He pulled her close, feeling the slight swell of her small breasts against him, even though they were both wearing sweaters. His hand ranged over her back and flanks, learning her curves and the softness of her skin. He came to know the smooth hollows and the ridges of her spine. His hand slipped from under the sweater and curved over her arse. He gave a squeeze and pulled her to him. She pulled away slightly, and he knew she had felt the erection ...