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“Hello, Ronald?”
Hermione’s voice over the Muggle mobile phone was low and rough, just the way it sounded when she was in the mood for a rough shag. It was a shame she was miles away for a Ministry training.
“Hermione.”
“Mmmmhmmm. It’s late, Ron. Are you in bed? Wearing just your boxers?”
Actually, Ron was in the kitchen, having a late-night snack. He was wearing tattered, orange pyjamas and a smear of chocolate spread on his chin. But Hermione was in a randy mood; he wasn’t going to spoil that.
“Mhmmm…”
“I can just imagine, Ron, you so hard and leaking on your boxers, just for me.”
He wasn’t hard yet. Although he was quickly getting there.
“I’m naked on the hotel bed, Ronald. And I’m so very wet for you.”
“Oh fuck,” Ron muttered to the mobile phone, which he had cradled between an ear and a shoulder. “Are you touching yourself babe?”
“Mmmmm” Hermione purred. “Stroking my slit with two fingers. Are you wanking already?”
“Yeah,” Ron said, even if he was just then abandoning the bread and knife and leaning back against the kitchen counter. He lowered his pyjamas to mid-thigh and grasped his already hard cock with a large hand. Ron could only hope that none of the children would wake up and see him like this.
“I’ve got two of my fingers inside me now, Ron,” Hermione growled. “I want you to lie back on the pillows and think of me riding you.”
Fuck. He could imagine that alright. Ron stroked his shaft furiously.
“Are you lying on the bed just like I said, Ron? I’m so close now, wishing it were your cock in me.”
“Yeah, fuck,” he mumbled.
“Gods, Ron,” Hermione gasped, “I’m nearly there.”
“Fuck, Hermione. When are you returning?” Ron hastened his tugs and squeezed the head of his cock just a bit roughly.
“Tomorrow night, but I couldn’t wait. Oh, fuck, fuck, Ron, I’m coming!”
“Yeah, come around my cock, Hermione,” Ron growled as he spilled on his palm and on the kitchen floor.
Hermione’s breathing was deep and rough on the phone. “Mmmm. Leave the kids at the Burrow before I get home tomorrow, so you could bend me over the kitchen counter and have your wicked way with me.”
“Just what I was thinking, love,” Ron chuckled.
Fin