Summer Love - Ron Weasley

51 - Light the Sky

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I walk into the bathroom and Ron crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss him back eagerly as our tongues clash together.

I tug at his hair softly and he groans. Without hesitation, he cranes his head down to my neck and places warm yet wet kisses on it.

Our lips move together in unison as the air thickens. Simultaneously, he signals for me to jump as I hop up.

My arms wrap around his neck as he shoves my back against the wall. Our lips part as our tongues continue to touch. At first, it's gentle. Now, it's  messy.

Hot, wet, hungry kisses moving everywhere. Ron kicks the bathroom door closed, needing no effort when doing so.

His hands travel to my waist, up my back, then back down to my waist. He gets to the hem of my panties and plays with it.

Ron's warm hands continue to travel my body. He reaches my lower back, grasping my waist as his nails softly dig into my skin. This causes me to shudder.

I knock my head back as his lips soon travel to my jawline then back down to my neck, nipping gently. A soft moan escapes my lips.

Merlin, this feels fucking amazing.

Quickly, Ron looks up at me, breathing heavily and scanning my body.

"Do you want me?" Ron asks lowly.

I bite my lip and nod, hungry for more. He grabs my chin and slightly squeezes.

"Fuck, Lenie. I need words." he whispers harshly.

"Yes. Yes." I breathe out.

Instantly, his lips find their way back onto my neck. While kissing my back, his hand unclasps my bra effortlessly.

He pulls away from our kiss and slightly pulls on my bra, revealing my breasts.

"Fucking hell." Ron mutters under his breath.

Ron completely removes my bra, flinging it onto the ground. He crashes his lips onto mine again.

With his intoxicating kisses, Ron can draw me into the deepest oceans without me knowing.

And even if I did know, I would let him. He grasps onto my waist tightly, keeping me against the wall.

Our kisses grow intense; hot, passionate. Absently, we travel to the sink.

Our kisses remain intact as he sits me on the edge of the sink. I find myself slightly squirming under him, his body pinning me to the sink.

Ron's kisses travel to my neck again, then down my chest, passing my breasts, down my stomach. Ron is tugging at my panties.

He wants them off.

"May I take off your panties?" Ron asks through his heavy breathing.

Lenie, be in control. You can be in fucking control.

"No." I reply.

His eyes dart up to mine and I smirk.

"Sit up here." I demand as I hop off the counter around the sink.

He chuckles softly and rolls his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he questions.

"You heard me Ronald." I taunt.

He rolle his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

"What did I say about-" Ron starts.

"Using your first name mockingly? And I said sit up here." I tell him, looking back up at him.