Forgetting the wrong
She knew it was wrong.
She always shuddered when she thought about what she was really doing, the filth that really covered both of; them...
They couldn’t wash it off now, no matter how hard they scrubbed. She didn’t dare thinking about what would happen if anyone found out. It would be too horrible, what would her parents think? It was so hard to keep quiet, to pretend nothing at all was going on, she often wondered why she didn’t just leave. But she knew she couldn’t turn back now.
Things would carry on like they had been going recently. She knew neither of their lives would ever be the same. She gasped as he flipped her over so he was on top of her. Their naked bodies rubbed against each other, the friction causing beads of sweat to run between them, making their skin slippery and all the more dirty, she arched underneath him, moaning as he licked her bare skin.
The door was locked, they were supposed to be in lessons half an hour ago. Hopefully no one would notice their frequent, short absences any time soon. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her as close as possible as he placed his lips forcefully on hers.
She didn’t know why she couldn’t resist him, but it really did seem like she couldn’t.
She couldn’t, even though the situation was just so...indecent, so vulgar perhaps even repulsive.
She could barely believe it was happening anyway; she just tried to block it out. She dared not speak to him in front of anyone. She knew how much lust could take hold. But even though she had it ringing around her head how disgusting it was, when they were finally safe enough to let desire take over her, she did. She seemed to forget how wrong it was when he kissed her.
She seemed to forget about everything when he kissed her. She tangled her hands in his hair, leaning forward to return his kiss. She could feel him hardening, and arched again, moaning as he broke away and began to suck her; neck. His hands tickled her lightly as he brought them to her back and pulled her up so that they were in a sitting; position.
She pulled her legs out from under him and straddled him as he connected his lips with hers once more. The room was dark and they could barely see each other, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were together.
She seemed to forget how strong their relationship was when things weren’t happening. It was a lot more important than she had convinced herself it was. It was hard to keep on pretending though. It seemed they were together all the time now, like there was no escaping him. But was that what she wanted, she wasn’t sure what she wanted at the moment.
She wasn’t even sure if she wanted him, was this infatuation or love?
She had no idea.
She definitely loved him in one way, if that was good enough, but it just seemed to make everything else more complicated. It did make everything else more complicated. All she knew was that he was near, she wanted him badly. Her breathing was getting faster and shallower, and she was getting regular heat waves radiating through her body.
A trail of pre-cum was oozing slowly out of her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it in for much longer. She knew he was feeling the same, as he was rock hard against her. Her long hair was sticking to her back because of the sweat, and the bed covers were soiling.
She linked her arms around his neck and pushed him down onto the bed so he was beneath her. The dove pendent that hung from her neck collided gently with his nose as his hands shifted to her breasts. He fondled them tenderly as her moans grew louder and louder, and she had to bite her lip to stop before they got any noisier.
She was steadily reaching her climax, any longer and she would spill herself out. He suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her over, crawling on top of her at the same time, locking his lips into hers, he positioned himself, and thrust into her.
She screamed into his mouth, finally releasing as he did the same.
Thrusting again and again, he eventually let go too, pouring himself into her. Eventually he stopped, and rolled over next to her. Unfortunately, seeing as the bed wasn’t quite wide enough for the both of them, he slipped off the side and landed with a crash on the hard floorboards. Ginny laughed blissfully as she looked down at him from the side of the bed, whilst he groaned and rubbed his head.
“Ron, you really need to stop doing that...”
She laughed as she reached a hand down to her brother, her friend and her lover.
The end