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FIC--Learning Curve--Chapter Three (Complete)
Title: Learning Curve
Chapter Title: Giving and Receiving
Rating: R (perhaps a bit more...)
Words: 1527
Chapter Summary: Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth or Tis better to give than to receive...
Giving and Receiving
I. Ron Weasley
I'm a man of simple tastes: chocolate, Butterbeer, ham sandwiches. I was never one to go for fancy treats and extravagant meals. Give me my mother's home cooking and I'll be the happiest bloke on the planet.
The same thing goes for my tastes in sex. It's not that I don't like to try new things, new positions or something to lick. As long as I get to be inside Hermione and make her scream out my name, that's enough for me. But I do have to say that there is one thing that Hermione does for me that literally drives me mad and it has every thing to do with her smart mouth.
I never thought, in all the years prior to our getting together, that someone with a penchant for remaining proper would have such a talent for giving a blowjob. The things she can do with her mouth…there are no words.
But, alas, she was not my first experience. That fell to Lavender, of course. It wasn't pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. She wasn't skilled with her tongue and couldn't find a good rhythm. Her teeth grazed over my skin in a none too pleasurable manner and she spat all over my trousers when I came.
Now, I didn't ask her to do that. I didn't really want her to do that, either. We'd been snogging in an out of the way broom cupboard and she kept rubbing herself up against it. I moaned something akin to, 'I'm gonna burst,' and her hand went to my fly. I watched, shocked, as she tugged my jeans and pants down to my knees and before I could say anything to stop her, her mouth was on me and all thought went away.
She laughed uncomfortably while I pulled myself together after she got me off.
"Er…thanks?" was all I could say. The crooked smile disappeared from her face and she hastily left the cupboard. That was the day before she ditched me.
Hermione, on the other hand, is much more passionate about the whole thing. I'll never forget what led up to the first time she placed her mouth on me.
"Ron?"
I lifted my face from her neck, where I was alternating between kissing and sucking her smooth skin. "Yeah?"
"Can I try something?" her eyes were mischievous as she spoke and I knew something was up. "I'd like to try fellatio."
I was utterly gobsmacked. This was a bloke's dream come true and there she was, offering up herself for the sole purpose of pleasing me. Damn, I love that woman.
The only sound that I could use as an answer was a tiny whimper that barely made any sound at all.
I lay back on the sofa, where we were occupied for the afternoon, and let her fingers move to the button and zip of my jeans. She had her tongue sticking out of her mouth, the way she does when she concentrates on something. With her nimble fingers, she opened up my jeans and boxer shorts to expose me to the air.
"It's beautiful, Ron."
I swallowed and couldn't speak. Just watching her look at my knob was enough to make me hard. Her eyes traveled over it and then her fingertip, touching it with a feather-light touch, down the tip, inside the foreskin and then back out, then all the way down to the base where she cupped my balls with her hand.
"Are you ready?"
In my mind, I answered, 'Hell yeah,' but all I could manage was a nod before her mouth covered me. I rolled my eyes back in my head and moaned as her lips surrounded me. Her tongue darted around the opening of the foreskin and I thanked Merlin that I'd showered that morning.
I can't remember much after that, but all I know was that she took me to the brink of madness before she sucked me dry, swallowed it all and smiled like the cat that got the canary.
Still without the power of speech, I opened my mouth, wanting to ask her how she figured that out. Hermione must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled in her sly way.
"I read about it in a book and found a banana…"
Perhaps books aren't all bad.
II. Harry Potter
Some of the world's greatest people were teachers: Aristotle, Plato, Dumbledore, McGonagall. But after one particular experience, I would have to say that Ginny Weasley is my favourite teacher by far.
True, she didn't teach me how to transfigure myself into a Dorian column; she didn't teach me about Horcruxes or to figure out that love is the greatest power in the world. She didn't teach me how to think, either.
She taught me how to please her.
I mean, really please her.
With my mouth.
When she first suggested it, I have to admit that I was a little put off by the whole idea. I mean, there's stuff there…stuff that isn't always pleasant, you know? She didn't laugh, she didn't fuss. She simply pulled off the blankets and smiled up at me.
"Harry, it's time for a tour."
We hadn't been having sex long at that point. I think it was after only the fourth or fifth time we'd made love. I had thought about that particular act a few times and had been on the receiving end of Ginny's skill a few times. I suppose it was only fair that I return the favour.
"A…a tour?" My voice squeaked and my eyes widened at the naked woman lying in front of me, her legs spread wide open, begging me to learn from her.
She took my hand and pulled it down between her legs and inserted one of her fingers and one of mine inside her body. It was warm, wet and slick and I could feel myself grow harder at the sensation.
"Mmmm…that's good, Harry. Move your finger a bit." She withdrew her finger, leaving mine in the cavern of her sex.
I complied with her request and smiled as she moaned and squirmed some more. It drove me crazy and I didn't want to stop. But I was more excited now to learn everything possible.
"Now slide your finger out and along the sides…"
I missed the way she felt but was amazed at how silky smooth the wet folds felt against my fingertips. I dipped back inside her for some extra moisture, and she murmured her approval. Her breathing increased and I couldn't take my eyes off the rise and fall of her breasts.
"Now look, Harry. See the little bump?" I looked down and with a bit of trepidation, my eyes looked around…down there.
I could see how wet she was and the colour looked like fresh watermelon. Her fingers went down and spread the folds apart, revealing what was hidden there. With a bit of concentration, there it was.
"Kiss it, Harry."
I swallowed about five times and then slid my body down the cool sheets so that I was level with her body. With a deep breath that consisted solely of her very essence, I did what she asked.
She was persistent in her teachings and gentle with me when I did something wrong. She was patient when I went on to another step. Throughout, her moans and heavy breathing were enough to make me continue. She provided the best motivation I could have ever wanted.
The first time I tasted her, I was surprised at the flavour, like salty popcorn. But soon, I didn't notice. I forgot about where my face actually was, and concentrated on how I could best please her.
My hands naturally began to caress her naked hips and thighs and I could feel a light layer of sweat beginning to form. She was close.
Without her telling me, I began to lap at her like my favourite ice cream cone, enjoying the texture, scent, taste and every nuance about her. Two fingers made their way inside her and I placed my mouth on the bump and started to suck.
"Har…Harry!"
She continued to moan and thrash about as she let herself go on the wave of pleasure that I gave her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed and I never want to forget that.
I slid up so that my face was near hers and I kissed her lips, making sure that she could taste herself on my mouth. It was, if at all possible, the sexiest kiss I'd ever had.
"So, Professor Weasley…what's my mark?"
Ginny smiled brightly up at me, the smile spreading up into her eyes, giving them a little glow that told me she was pleased beyond words.
"What was I moaning over and over? Surely, you remember?" Her hand went to my hair and brushed it off my face, away from my eyes.
I cleared my throat, preparing my 'Ginny voice.' "Oh, oh…yes, Harry! Oh!" We laughed at the way I imitated her screams and I kissed her again. "Best lesson I've ever had."
Chapter Title: Giving and Receiving
Rating: R (perhaps a bit more...)
Words: 1527
Chapter Summary: Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth or Tis better to give than to receive...
Learning Curve
Giving and Receiving
I. Ron Weasley
I'm a man of simple tastes: chocolate, Butterbeer, ham sandwiches. I was never one to go for fancy treats and extravagant meals. Give me my mother's home cooking and I'll be the happiest bloke on the planet.
The same thing goes for my tastes in sex. It's not that I don't like to try new things, new positions or something to lick. As long as I get to be inside Hermione and make her scream out my name, that's enough for me. But I do have to say that there is one thing that Hermione does for me that literally drives me mad and it has every thing to do with her smart mouth.
I never thought, in all the years prior to our getting together, that someone with a penchant for remaining proper would have such a talent for giving a blowjob. The things she can do with her mouth…there are no words.
But, alas, she was not my first experience. That fell to Lavender, of course. It wasn't pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. She wasn't skilled with her tongue and couldn't find a good rhythm. Her teeth grazed over my skin in a none too pleasurable manner and she spat all over my trousers when I came.
Now, I didn't ask her to do that. I didn't really want her to do that, either. We'd been snogging in an out of the way broom cupboard and she kept rubbing herself up against it. I moaned something akin to, 'I'm gonna burst,' and her hand went to my fly. I watched, shocked, as she tugged my jeans and pants down to my knees and before I could say anything to stop her, her mouth was on me and all thought went away.
She laughed uncomfortably while I pulled myself together after she got me off.
"Er…thanks?" was all I could say. The crooked smile disappeared from her face and she hastily left the cupboard. That was the day before she ditched me.
Hermione, on the other hand, is much more passionate about the whole thing. I'll never forget what led up to the first time she placed her mouth on me.
"Ron?"
I lifted my face from her neck, where I was alternating between kissing and sucking her smooth skin. "Yeah?"
"Can I try something?" her eyes were mischievous as she spoke and I knew something was up. "I'd like to try fellatio."
I was utterly gobsmacked. This was a bloke's dream come true and there she was, offering up herself for the sole purpose of pleasing me. Damn, I love that woman.
The only sound that I could use as an answer was a tiny whimper that barely made any sound at all.
I lay back on the sofa, where we were occupied for the afternoon, and let her fingers move to the button and zip of my jeans. She had her tongue sticking out of her mouth, the way she does when she concentrates on something. With her nimble fingers, she opened up my jeans and boxer shorts to expose me to the air.
"It's beautiful, Ron."
I swallowed and couldn't speak. Just watching her look at my knob was enough to make me hard. Her eyes traveled over it and then her fingertip, touching it with a feather-light touch, down the tip, inside the foreskin and then back out, then all the way down to the base where she cupped my balls with her hand.
"Are you ready?"
In my mind, I answered, 'Hell yeah,' but all I could manage was a nod before her mouth covered me. I rolled my eyes back in my head and moaned as her lips surrounded me. Her tongue darted around the opening of the foreskin and I thanked Merlin that I'd showered that morning.
I can't remember much after that, but all I know was that she took me to the brink of madness before she sucked me dry, swallowed it all and smiled like the cat that got the canary.
Still without the power of speech, I opened my mouth, wanting to ask her how she figured that out. Hermione must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled in her sly way.
"I read about it in a book and found a banana…"
Perhaps books aren't all bad.
Some of the world's greatest people were teachers: Aristotle, Plato, Dumbledore, McGonagall. But after one particular experience, I would have to say that Ginny Weasley is my favourite teacher by far.
True, she didn't teach me how to transfigure myself into a Dorian column; she didn't teach me about Horcruxes or to figure out that love is the greatest power in the world. She didn't teach me how to think, either.
She taught me how to please her.
I mean, really please her.
With my mouth.
When she first suggested it, I have to admit that I was a little put off by the whole idea. I mean, there's stuff there…stuff that isn't always pleasant, you know? She didn't laugh, she didn't fuss. She simply pulled off the blankets and smiled up at me.
"Harry, it's time for a tour."
We hadn't been having sex long at that point. I think it was after only the fourth or fifth time we'd made love. I had thought about that particular act a few times and had been on the receiving end of Ginny's skill a few times. I suppose it was only fair that I return the favour.
"A…a tour?" My voice squeaked and my eyes widened at the naked woman lying in front of me, her legs spread wide open, begging me to learn from her.
She took my hand and pulled it down between her legs and inserted one of her fingers and one of mine inside her body. It was warm, wet and slick and I could feel myself grow harder at the sensation.
"Mmmm…that's good, Harry. Move your finger a bit." She withdrew her finger, leaving mine in the cavern of her sex.
I complied with her request and smiled as she moaned and squirmed some more. It drove me crazy and I didn't want to stop. But I was more excited now to learn everything possible.
"Now slide your finger out and along the sides…"
I missed the way she felt but was amazed at how silky smooth the wet folds felt against my fingertips. I dipped back inside her for some extra moisture, and she murmured her approval. Her breathing increased and I couldn't take my eyes off the rise and fall of her breasts.
"Now look, Harry. See the little bump?" I looked down and with a bit of trepidation, my eyes looked around…down there.
I could see how wet she was and the colour looked like fresh watermelon. Her fingers went down and spread the folds apart, revealing what was hidden there. With a bit of concentration, there it was.
"Kiss it, Harry."
I swallowed about five times and then slid my body down the cool sheets so that I was level with her body. With a deep breath that consisted solely of her very essence, I did what she asked.
She was persistent in her teachings and gentle with me when I did something wrong. She was patient when I went on to another step. Throughout, her moans and heavy breathing were enough to make me continue. She provided the best motivation I could have ever wanted.
The first time I tasted her, I was surprised at the flavour, like salty popcorn. But soon, I didn't notice. I forgot about where my face actually was, and concentrated on how I could best please her.
My hands naturally began to caress her naked hips and thighs and I could feel a light layer of sweat beginning to form. She was close.
Without her telling me, I began to lap at her like my favourite ice cream cone, enjoying the texture, scent, taste and every nuance about her. Two fingers made their way inside her and I placed my mouth on the bump and started to suck.
"Har…Harry!"
She continued to moan and thrash about as she let herself go on the wave of pleasure that I gave her. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed and I never want to forget that.
I slid up so that my face was near hers and I kissed her lips, making sure that she could taste herself on my mouth. It was, if at all possible, the sexiest kiss I'd ever had.
"So, Professor Weasley…what's my mark?"
Ginny smiled brightly up at me, the smile spreading up into her eyes, giving them a little glow that told me she was pleased beyond words.
"What was I moaning over and over? Surely, you remember?" Her hand went to my hair and brushed it off my face, away from my eyes.
I cleared my throat, preparing my 'Ginny voice.' "Oh, oh…yes, Harry! Oh!" We laughed at the way I imitated her screams and I kissed her again. "Best lesson I've ever had."