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You Never Know	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron spent the next two days thinking about the kiss and wondering if Pansy was thinking about it as well. He wondered if it was wreaking havoc on her like it was with him. He hadn’t wanked off so much since Hogwarts. He unleashed enough DNA to exonerate him from at least fifty paternity suits. He shook his head, and laughed. He wasn’t lucky enough to have fifty women come to him claiming he fathered children.

Eventually his nerves couldn’t take the stress and he went to Pansy’s house. He knocked on the door three times before beginning to worry. “Ron?” He turned and found Pansy approaching, holding two bags in her arms. “What are you doing here?”

She was smiling so Ron relaxed. “I thought I might come by and talk to you. Can I help?” He took a bag and followed her into her kitchen. Silently they began unpacking until Pansy spoke.

“You said you wanted to talk?” She asked, with her back to him, folding the bag.

“Yes I did. I wanted to thank you again for going to the gala with me.” He handed her the other bag and watched as she began putting things away.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you invited me, it was fun.” She said, closing the cooler and putting things in the cabinets.

“I’ve been thinking about the kiss too.” He said, deciding he had wasted enough time. Going on with small talk was pointless.

“I have too.” She said resting her hands on the counter before facing him. “Was it bad?”

“No it wasn’t,” he told her, “it was phenomenal. I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Really?” She focused on his eyes. “You were married.”

“Yes I was, but me and Sara had a feeling of comfort in our marriage. The passion was pushed away to something else and it was nice, but now I see what I was missing, I think she may have gone to all of those men because she was searching for something we didn’t have. I also think she may have not wanted it with me, that she was fine with attraction but passion didn’t seem to be needed.” Ron explained.

“That’s a sad premise for a marriage.” She said. “Are you saying that it were merely comfortable.”

“Yes.” He said with a long face. “We married because we were attracted to each other and we wanted each other, but I don’t think we needed each other. If I needed her, I doubt the divorce would have been easy on me.”

“Easy?” She moved forward and leaned against the counter beside him.

Ron faced her. “I was hurt that she strayed, hurt that she went to other men, but if I needed her in my life the way a man should need his wife, then why was it so easy to start divorce? She didn’t do that, I did. I was the one who wanted out of the marriage. If I had a true marriage why didn’t I try to save it? Because I didn’t have something with her worth saving. I knew it then but I guess I didn’t see it.”

“And what made you see it now?” She asked.

“Your kiss. That passion you showed me, made me realize that my marriage was incomplete. Without passion there is no marriage and that’s what made it so easy for her to stray and me to leave.” He looked her square in the eye giving her his whole attention.

“A simple kiss did this?” She asked.

“It was more than a simple kiss.” He took a step closer and took her hand. “Didn’t you feel what I felt?”

“Yes I did. It was explosive Ron.” She admitted.

“I never had that with my wife, I never had a reaction like that before.” He said giving her hand a squeeze.

Pansy felt her heart speed up. “And you had that reaction with me?” She asked.

“Yes. With Sara it was pleasant, it even seemed loving at times, but all that passion, fire,” he moved closer, “lust, none of that was there. It was with you, didn’t you feel it?”

“Yes, I did.” She admitted and let him pull her into an embrace.

“I’d like more, but I won’t pressure you.” He leaned down and kissed her temple.

His simple kiss sent flames through her body. She let her eyes close and titled her head back, lifting her lips. Ron took the silent invitation and lowered his lips to her. The same volcanic feeling enflamed his body. He opened her mouth with his and met her tongue, restarting the duel they began days before.

Pansy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moaning out as his strong arms hugged her. She didn’t realize she was being lifted until his hands squeezed her ass and she was raised off the ground. She parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, never breaking the kiss for a moment.

Ron hoisted her on the counter and pried open a few buttons, pulling her bra straps down her shoulders, baring her breasts to him. A succulent sight as anything Ron had seen before. Round and ripe with the pales nipples already hard and peaked, calling his name.

He dropped his head and took a pebble in his mouth, sucking the very life from her. Pansy didn’t mind, she arched into him, offering him more. Her shoulders were bare, and her breasts were bare, but her arms were somewhat restrained but her clothes. She didn’t care, Ron’s attention was divine and she wanted more.

She gripped his arms, the muscles bulging under his jumper. She pulled him closer, hugging his hips with her thighs. His body moved with such a force and she longed to feel it. Would it ruin her in his opinion if she had sex with him? Would he think the worst of her? Would he lose any of the respect he had for her?

She was beyond caring at this point. Reaching up with both hands she took his face in a gentle grip and brought his gaze to meet hers. He stayed still, holding her steady on the counter and waiting. He would do whatever she asked, even if it was to let her go. He wouldn’t like it but he would do it.

“Do you want to go to my room?” She whispered.

“Yes.” He answered without a moment’s hesitation. Pansy’s smile assured him that they would be there together, no unusual feelings, and no wondering if this was right. Ron gripped her ass and lifted her off the counter, securing her in his arms. “Where?”

“Back that way.” She panted down the hall and Ron walked with ease, keeping her safely in his arms. She reached out for a door and he followed her direction. She held the door open and pushed it closed when they were inside.

Pansy’s room was neutral, with shades of emerald among the ivories and pale beiges. Her bed was large and spacious, without a headboard and merely a beckoning platform of comfort set low to the ground. The dark green blanket was fluffy and most likely a delight to sleep under. But for the moment he had other delights to focus on.

Ron let her fall back on the bed, stretching his body out over hers and balancing his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her. She was still hugging his shoulders and her leg rose and slipped around his hip.

Ron took a moment to look at her then dropped down and took her mouth in a kiss again. She was a desert he could gorge himself on, and she was zealously feeding him. She parted her legs beneath him and arched into his kiss, while pulling on his shirt.

Ron pulled off his shirt and eased her up to pull off her top and bra, tossing them to the floor. Both bare-chested, Ron lowered his body back over hers and took her in a kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest warmed the whole room. Flesh on flesh, softness against strength, satin against steel. Her nipples were painting pictures against his chest. Her fingers stroked his back and his neck.

Ron’s mind was reeling. He didn’t know where to start. She was gorgeous, just gorgeous. Pale silky skin caressed his every limb and he wanted more contact. He wanted nothing between him and Pansy. Rising up on his knees he pulled off her skirt and boots, then let her watch as he removed his own jeans and boots. He crawled back over her and let his body absorb hers.

Pansy felt his heat envelop hers and she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth. Ron was rock solid stone under smooth skin, and she felt safe in his arms. His kiss was just as powerful as it had been before and every inch of her body touched his, creating a massive wall of flesh. She wrapped a leg around his hip again and pulled his body closer. She could feel his cock on her thigh and she wanted it inside her, but she didn’t want to hurry this delicious play date.

Ron was just as hungry, and just as needy as she was. He also wanted to make it last and if he kept dry humping her leg he cum all over her. That wasn’t going to happen as long as he had control of himself.

He pulled from her lips and attacked her neck, letting her moans and sighs fills his ears and his soul. He dropped down her body, leaving kisses all over her shoulders and chest. He sucked her nipples until the peaks were hard and stiff, and her breasts were decorated with his love markings. Seeing his hickies all over her breasts gave him an arrogant thrill. He had put them there, he had branded her and if he had his way, he would brand her again and again.

He moved lower and lower, kissing every inch of skin he came across, bathing her body in his saliva and tasting her skin, salty with a film of sweat that was building up. Her chest was rising and falling, her legs opening and closing on their own, her head rolled from side to side. Ron loved to watch her give in to pleasure. Pleasure that he caused.

He moved lower and lover, spreading her legs and slipping between them. Her scent was a drug that he was fast becoming addicted to. Her neatly trimmed hair was shiny with her wetness. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, feeling the thick lips part slightly. Her scent was stronger and invaded his nostrils. With a growl he dived in and plunged his tongue into her.

He groaned into her as the taste of her pussy satisfied a craving he had since that first kiss on her porch. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her in place when she began to shift about. “Ron…..Ron….” He chanting was music to his ears and he sucked and slurped. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was too damn delicious.

He locked onto her clit and rapidly flicked his tongue over the hard little button. Her reaction was immediate. She arched up and her legs parted wider. Her moans became whimpers and she reached down gripping his hands in hers, clutching at him. Her thighs started to shake and Ron knew what was coming. She cried out and arched her hips, thrust her pussy against his lips as she came hard.

Ron kept his mouth locked on her clit as she convulsed under him. She began relaxing after a few minutes and Ron rose up impatient to be inside her but just as he was about to mount her she sat up. Her legs still wide on either side of him.

She took his cock in hand and started stroking him, opening and closing her fingers around his head. When she took him in her mouth Ron let his head roll back and groaned loudly. He fought the urge to thrust forward. He looked down and watched her head shift about side to side as her lips slid up and down on his cock.

Pansy kept her hand moving, twisting her wrist and stroking him while she sucked on him. He was coated in spit and when she pulled away briefly to look at him a thin line of saliva connected her bottom lip to his cock, and Ron nearly lost it. She took him in her mouth again and slid her head rapidly up and down on him.

Ron knew he was going to cum any minute if she kept it up and that last thing he wanted was to cum in her mouth. He found it degrading and refused to do it. There was no way he was finishing off this way.

Reaching down he took her shoulders and pulled her off of him, taking a moment to look at her. Her lips were wet and full and all together too much of a temptation. He dropped down and took her lips in a hard kiss. The saliva that she had built up in her mouth mingled with the juices he tasted from her pussy. Ron had never been more turned on.

“Ron, now.” Pansy gasped out to him. He was more than willing to accommodate her. He shifted his cock and rose up on his elbows.

“Guide me in.” He told her, and shivered when he felt her fingers close around him, positioning him at her entrance. Ron watched her eyes roll back as he sank himself inside her. “Merlin you feel good woman.” He said as he lowered his weight over her again.

Pansy wrapped her arms around him, and arched up so Ron could slide his arms around her. Together, connected shoulder to hip and lip locked they moved slowly. Ron’s hips matched hers as they thrust against each other. Each undulating in the need for more depth.

“Ron, it feels so good.” She breathed into his throat.

“I know it does.” He said, kissing her neck. Reaching down he squeezed her ass and pulled her into him as he thrust. His body wanted to go deeper, he needed more.

“Faster.” She urged, wrapping her legs around him.

Ron kept up his pace, not quite picking up the speed yet. He thrust a hand between their bodies and searched out her clit, keeping his hips moving at a slow easy pace. “Ron, more.” She said, as if unsure that he knew.

“I heard you my dear.” He said giving her light kisses on her lips. “I want something first.” He flicked her clit, while plunging deeply inside her. She groaned loudly as the sensations ricocheted through her body. She clung to Ron for dear life and he got off on the way her face contorted.

“Ron……Ron……I……” Her arms clamped down on his shoulders and her body tensed under him.

“I know Pansy, let it happen.” He said taking her cries and whimpers into his mouth. She thrust upward as her body squeezed down on his cock. He swallowed her shouts and let his body enjoy the bath of fluid she gave him.

When she came down to earth, he rose up and balanced on his hands while he began fucking her with hard fast thrusts. Her breasts bounced around and she gripped his arms tightly, as Ron drove into her. He was harder than he had ever been and he wanted nothing more than to unleash himself into her body.

He was moving so fast that he was afraid he was hurting her, but she clung tight like a vampire sucking the life from him. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and urging him on. Sweat covered both their bodies and the scent of their bodies mixing together filled the air. All of their senses came into play and Ron couldn’t stop himself if he was threatened with a beheading.

“Come on Ron, fill me up.” Her soft little plea went right to his sac and he howled out like a wolf, thrust deep, hosing her insides with his cum. Four deep thrusts and his body was milked dry.

He collapsed on top of her, heaving, enjoying the feel of her arms around him. It had been so long since a woman had held him after sex and he was reluctant to leave it.

Pansy was also enjoying the feel of a man who stayed close to her after sex. This tenderness was new to her and she was enjoying it. Together with her partner they laid wrapped around each other relaxing after the best sex they had.
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