New Shoes (NC-17)
Title: New Shoes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 398
Prompt: High Heels
Summary: Hermione's been shoe shopping … and Ron definitely approves of her purchase.
A/N: The wonderful lectura35 gave me the prompt 'high heels' - I hope you enjoy!
"You look amazing tonight," Ron whispered huskily into Hermione's ear. "New dress?"
"Y-yes," Hermione replied unsteadily, her voice failing her as the combination of Ron's large hands and warm mouth on her body sent her mind into a fog.
"You're taller," he commented, before pulling her earlobe into his mouth and biting gently.
"New shoes … heels," she explained, frantically working to open the buttons of his shirt. As she pulled the shirt down Ron's arms, she laved his pink nipple with her tongue, eliciting a groan from him and a giggle from her.
"High heels," he noted as they worked together to unbutton his trousers and push them and his pants down.
"Like them?" Hermione asked, her nimble fingers teasing along his exposed length.
"Fucking love them," he practically growled, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. As the black fabric fluttered to the ground, Ron pressed her forward against the wall. "They make you just the right height."
"For what?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"This."
Ron lifted her leg and wrapped it around his bare hip. The tiny scrap of fabric that had been serving as her knickers covered next to nothing in this position. Ron's thick cock rubbed against her wet opening, pressing hard against her clit, causing her to moan with need.
Abandoning his oral assault on the breast he had wrenched free from her bra, Ron reached between them and pulled her knickers to the side, allowing him to easily slide inside her waiting body.
As Hermione teetered precariously on one stiletto heel, held up only by Ron's hand gripping her thigh and his cock pounding into her, she realized this was exactly what she always longed for with Ron: for him to acknowledge that he wanted her - and to be confident enough in her feelings for him to actually take her.
"Fuck Hermione," Ron groaned, burying his face in her neck. "Love you … so much."
"Love you," she cried back, her fingers digging into his lean arms. She clung to him tightly, calling out his name as she came. Ron thrust into her still shuddering body, riding out his own release.
Hermione stroked Ron's sweaty back as their bodies recovered from the fevered lovemaking. She couldn't help but wonder, 'If this is how he reacts to high heels, I can't wait to see what my new leather boots do to him.'
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 398
Prompt: High Heels
Summary: Hermione's been shoe shopping … and Ron definitely approves of her purchase.
A/N: The wonderful lectura35 gave me the prompt 'high heels' - I hope you enjoy!
"You look amazing tonight," Ron whispered huskily into Hermione's ear. "New dress?"
"Y-yes," Hermione replied unsteadily, her voice failing her as the combination of Ron's large hands and warm mouth on her body sent her mind into a fog.
"You're taller," he commented, before pulling her earlobe into his mouth and biting gently.
"New shoes … heels," she explained, frantically working to open the buttons of his shirt. As she pulled the shirt down Ron's arms, she laved his pink nipple with her tongue, eliciting a groan from him and a giggle from her.
"High heels," he noted as they worked together to unbutton his trousers and push them and his pants down.
"Like them?" Hermione asked, her nimble fingers teasing along his exposed length.
"Fucking love them," he practically growled, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. As the black fabric fluttered to the ground, Ron pressed her forward against the wall. "They make you just the right height."
"For what?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"This."
Ron lifted her leg and wrapped it around his bare hip. The tiny scrap of fabric that had been serving as her knickers covered next to nothing in this position. Ron's thick cock rubbed against her wet opening, pressing hard against her clit, causing her to moan with need.
Abandoning his oral assault on the breast he had wrenched free from her bra, Ron reached between them and pulled her knickers to the side, allowing him to easily slide inside her waiting body.
As Hermione teetered precariously on one stiletto heel, held up only by Ron's hand gripping her thigh and his cock pounding into her, she realized this was exactly what she always longed for with Ron: for him to acknowledge that he wanted her - and to be confident enough in her feelings for him to actually take her.
"Fuck Hermione," Ron groaned, burying his face in her neck. "Love you … so much."
"Love you," she cried back, her fingers digging into his lean arms. She clung to him tightly, calling out his name as she came. Ron thrust into her still shuddering body, riding out his own release.
Hermione stroked Ron's sweaty back as their bodies recovered from the fevered lovemaking. She couldn't help but wonder, 'If this is how he reacts to high heels, I can't wait to see what my new leather boots do to him.'