Sexy Feet (NC-17)
Title: Sexy Feet
Prompt: Bare Feet
Rating: NC-17
Summary: um, bare feet ... use your imagination, people
Notes: peenlulz weekly prompt
Ron’s stomach growled as he entered the Burrow kitchen looking for a snack. He had worked up quite an appetite since dinner. Shagging makes a bloke right hungry, he thought. After grazing on various leftovers, he ambled into the lounge and was pleased to find Hermione sitting by herself. He started to stiffen at the sight of her on the settee, bathed in firelight, reading. She was wearing a light summer nightgown, her bare feet curled at her side.
“Hey beautiful,” he said as he flopped into the seat beside her.
“Hey yourself,” she replied with a smile. “I thought you were sleeping, you were snoring happily when I left.”
“Well, I guess I got lonely ... I woke up all alone and decided to-”
“Get yourself a snack.” She stretched out a leg and poked him in the ribs with her big toe.
He shifted on the sofa, so his back was against the armrest, keeping her foot in his hand.
“You have the sexiest feet,” he said.
“I do not!” She tried to pull her foot away but he just tightened his grip.
“I’m afraid it’s true,” he began slowly massaging the sole of her foot, while stretching out to his full length on the sofa. He rested one leg along the back cushions and bent the other to the side like a flamingo.
The angle of his body caused the legs of his boxers to gap open, affording her a clear view of his bollocks covered in, what she knew to be very soft, ginger hair; not at all like her own wiry brown tangles, still damp from their earlier encounter.
She was delighted to notice him starting to swell, as he continued his sensual massage of her foot. She looked up at him and suddenly shuddered as she saw the raw desire building in his eyes.
“I told you I think your feet are sexy.” They both looked down to see his cock throb enthusiastically.
“Oh, really ... sexy are they?” She moved her free foot and placed it between his legs. He shifted so both his legs were running the length of the sofa, with her between them. She slid her foot inside his boxers and lightly teased the underside of his bollocks.
He groaned and tightened his grip on her foot, bringing it higher up his chest.
As she wiggled her toes, fondling his testicles, he brought the foot in his hand to his mouth and placed an opened mouth kiss on it’s sole. He ran his tongue up her foot and finally took her big toe into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensations he created traveled directly from her toe to her aching center.
“Oh God, Ron,” she moaned. She shifted her free foot from his balls to his erection. Placing as much as she could between her first two toes, she slide her foot up his shaft, pressing it into his belly. This only caused him to suck her toe harder.
“Shit Hermione ...” he groaned once he released her, as she continued to stroke him with her foot. He nibbled her other toes while thrusting himself up into her touch.
Finally, unable to take much more, he said, “Babe, you gotta stop.”
“Why?” she asked coyly.
“Because of you don’t, I’m either gonna cum all over your sexy little foot-”
“Or ...” she teased the head of his cock with her toes, squeezing gently.
“Or, I’m gonna have to fuck you right here,” he whispered huskily.
“What have I done to make you think I object to either of those scenarios, Ronald?” she asked, speeding up her strokes.
That was all the invitation he needed. Ron quickly lunged forward, pinning Hermione to the Weasley’s weathered sofa. His lips met hers with a bruising force, while his hands scrambled to push up her flimsy white nightgown.
Once he released her mouth he whispered into her ear, “We’ll have to be quiet, think you can manage that?”
“I’ll try,” she moaned quietly. She reached forward and pulled his boxers down just enough to free his erection. By now he had managed to push her gown up over her breasts and he nibbled and sucked on them as she quivered underneath him.
“Now, Ron. Please,” she begged as she rubbed herself against him.
Ron didn’t bother to remove her knickers, instead he used one hand to pull them aside before thrusting forcefully inside her. He hooked his arms behind her knees and brought her feet to rest on his shoulders. As he pressed forward his chest slammed into the back of her thighs, forcing him deeper inside.
Hermione struggled not to moan at the force of Ron’s passion, she could see he was struggling too. She turned her head to try and muffle her whimpers into the pillows.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She turned to meet his gaze and quivered at the intensity she found there. Ron turned his head slightly but never took his eyes from hers. He began to nibble and lick her feet resting on his shoulders. When he sucked roughly on her big toe, she clenched around him and came with amazing force, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to remain silent.
Ron released her toe and growled out her name as he came deep inside her, slowing the speed of his thrusts but never their ferocity.
Completely spent, he collapsed onto her still shuddering body. Rolling slowly to his side, he reigned gentle kisses along her face and breasts. Propping himself on his elbow, he smiled down at her, “See, I told you your feet were sexy.”
Prompt: Bare Feet
Rating: NC-17
Summary: um, bare feet ... use your imagination, people
Notes: peenlulz weekly prompt
Ron’s stomach growled as he entered the Burrow kitchen looking for a snack. He had worked up quite an appetite since dinner. Shagging makes a bloke right hungry, he thought. After grazing on various leftovers, he ambled into the lounge and was pleased to find Hermione sitting by herself. He started to stiffen at the sight of her on the settee, bathed in firelight, reading. She was wearing a light summer nightgown, her bare feet curled at her side.
“Hey beautiful,” he said as he flopped into the seat beside her.
“Hey yourself,” she replied with a smile. “I thought you were sleeping, you were snoring happily when I left.”
“Well, I guess I got lonely ... I woke up all alone and decided to-”
“Get yourself a snack.” She stretched out a leg and poked him in the ribs with her big toe.
He shifted on the sofa, so his back was against the armrest, keeping her foot in his hand.
“You have the sexiest feet,” he said.
“I do not!” She tried to pull her foot away but he just tightened his grip.
“I’m afraid it’s true,” he began slowly massaging the sole of her foot, while stretching out to his full length on the sofa. He rested one leg along the back cushions and bent the other to the side like a flamingo.
The angle of his body caused the legs of his boxers to gap open, affording her a clear view of his bollocks covered in, what she knew to be very soft, ginger hair; not at all like her own wiry brown tangles, still damp from their earlier encounter.
She was delighted to notice him starting to swell, as he continued his sensual massage of her foot. She looked up at him and suddenly shuddered as she saw the raw desire building in his eyes.
“I told you I think your feet are sexy.” They both looked down to see his cock throb enthusiastically.
“Oh, really ... sexy are they?” She moved her free foot and placed it between his legs. He shifted so both his legs were running the length of the sofa, with her between them. She slid her foot inside his boxers and lightly teased the underside of his bollocks.
He groaned and tightened his grip on her foot, bringing it higher up his chest.
As she wiggled her toes, fondling his testicles, he brought the foot in his hand to his mouth and placed an opened mouth kiss on it’s sole. He ran his tongue up her foot and finally took her big toe into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensations he created traveled directly from her toe to her aching center.
“Oh God, Ron,” she moaned. She shifted her free foot from his balls to his erection. Placing as much as she could between her first two toes, she slide her foot up his shaft, pressing it into his belly. This only caused him to suck her toe harder.
“Shit Hermione ...” he groaned once he released her, as she continued to stroke him with her foot. He nibbled her other toes while thrusting himself up into her touch.
Finally, unable to take much more, he said, “Babe, you gotta stop.”
“Why?” she asked coyly.
“Because of you don’t, I’m either gonna cum all over your sexy little foot-”
“Or ...” she teased the head of his cock with her toes, squeezing gently.
“Or, I’m gonna have to fuck you right here,” he whispered huskily.
“What have I done to make you think I object to either of those scenarios, Ronald?” she asked, speeding up her strokes.
That was all the invitation he needed. Ron quickly lunged forward, pinning Hermione to the Weasley’s weathered sofa. His lips met hers with a bruising force, while his hands scrambled to push up her flimsy white nightgown.
Once he released her mouth he whispered into her ear, “We’ll have to be quiet, think you can manage that?”
“I’ll try,” she moaned quietly. She reached forward and pulled his boxers down just enough to free his erection. By now he had managed to push her gown up over her breasts and he nibbled and sucked on them as she quivered underneath him.
“Now, Ron. Please,” she begged as she rubbed herself against him.
Ron didn’t bother to remove her knickers, instead he used one hand to pull them aside before thrusting forcefully inside her. He hooked his arms behind her knees and brought her feet to rest on his shoulders. As he pressed forward his chest slammed into the back of her thighs, forcing him deeper inside.
Hermione struggled not to moan at the force of Ron’s passion, she could see he was struggling too. She turned her head to try and muffle her whimpers into the pillows.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She turned to meet his gaze and quivered at the intensity she found there. Ron turned his head slightly but never took his eyes from hers. He began to nibble and lick her feet resting on his shoulders. When he sucked roughly on her big toe, she clenched around him and came with amazing force, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to remain silent.
Ron released her toe and growled out her name as he came deep inside her, slowing the speed of his thrusts but never their ferocity.
Completely spent, he collapsed onto her still shuddering body. Rolling slowly to his side, he reigned gentle kisses along her face and breasts. Propping himself on his elbow, he smiled down at her, “See, I told you your feet were sexy.”