Oh.
Fuck.
Yes.
My lips had been wrapped around him. I was lost in the feel of him in the back of my throat. He almost pulled all the way out earning a groan of protest from me. But I know better. It would be over if he hadn't done that and this is not the way I wanted it to end.
I moved up the bed. I needed more. He gets on top of me and god, seeing him over me turns me on like nothing else...except grabbing his long, hard arousal and guiding it to my slit.
He plunges into me and starts moving as his mouth finds mine. I wrap my legs around him and imagine seeing him from behind, balls slapping against me as he buries himself deep.
Little tiny tingles pulse through my body. His mouth finds mine again as he muffles my cries of pleasure.
His eyes are closed but then they open and lock onto mine as he rocks his hips, faster and faster, pounding into me chasing his bliss. Arms trembling as he hisses out, "Oh fuck, Hermione!"
My mind records that look of pure ecstasy and files it away with all the other countless times I have had the privilege to see this. He never looks more beautiful than when he loses himself in me.