ABC Drabble for HP_Canon Fest
My prompt was "wet". Good Lord! This is for you, Dove!
Title: "Wet"
Author: missgranger2
Word Count: 425
Rating: NC-17
“Wet”
His hands.
He has large strong hands, snowy white in color with a hundred orange freckles. When I think about those hands squeezing my breasts or moving my thighs apart I can barely breathe. And oh what wicked things he can do with those long agile fingers of his. I gasp as I imagine him rubbing my sweet spots or pinching my nipples. Drip.
His mouth.
I love his lopsided grin or that ‘fuck me’ smile he saves just for me. Such dirty language can come out of that mouth of his just as easily as words of genuine love. His tongue is my favorite part of his mouth for he knows how to use it to make me come undone. That mouth of his has done some really naughty and incredible things to my body over the years. I moan as I think exactly where that mouth was feasting on me last night. Drip, drip.
Little Ron.
It’s thick, long and nearly hidden by a nest of curly ginger hair. I love to run my hand back and forth on his shaft and watch the complete ecstasy on his face. When I take him in my mouth, I’m nearly stifled by the size of him. And when he enters me, I find it amazing how each and every time I gasp, as he fills me to the hilt. He begins to move in and out of me achingly slow at first. He speeds up, thrusting in and out, going deeper and nearly fucking me into the mattress. Those incredible hands of his squeeze my arse, angling me in such a way that with every thrust he’s able to create the most wonderful friction until I can’t take it anymore . Drip, drip, drip.
He’s so coordinated.
As I sit at the table thinking of all the delicious parts of his body, he steps out of the fireplace dressed in his Auror robes. He looks so sexy and drop dead gorgeous that I can’t help but lick my lips and stare at him in awe. Ron crosses the room and pulls me out of my chair. He covers my mouth with his own as he pulls up my skirt with one of his brilliant hands while the other slips into my knickers. I’m wet and I know it and I know that he feels it too. I should be embarrassed but I’m not as a wave of bliss suddenly washes over me, releasing the dam that had been building up all day long. Gush!