"Can I touch you again?"

She nodded. "Yes." She tugged at his shirt. "Take this off."

He sat up and fumbled with the buttons, his eyes drinking her in as she lay prone on his mattress. Once his shirt was off, he lowered himself to her side and ran his hand down her stomach.

"Can I take these off?"

She bit her lip and nodded. His eyes darkened, and then he was rolling her knickers down her thighs, helping her kick them off. Then his hand held her hip as he settled on her right side.

He stared down at her body for a moment that lasted forever, and she felt her heart pound, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Then his hand moved to her center, and she turned her eyes on the ceiling as his fingers dragged through her folds. He pressed his lips to her clavicle, kissing lightly as his fingers explored her.

She didn't know what to do with her hands. She let her left just lay at her side and her right slid under his waist, wrapping around his back.

"Is this… am I alright?" she whispered.

He hummed into her neck and dipped his fingers between her folds. "You're perfect."

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting Draco find her clit within seconds. She tried to stifle her gasp, but she knew he'd heard it when he smirked against her collarbone.

Gently, he pushed her thigh open, bending her knee to the mattress. When his hand returned to her center, she could feel everything. Every drag of his fingertips. Every brush of his knuckle. His fingers slid down, and she felt him pressing against her entrance.

"Fuck."

She jumped. "What?"

He shook his head and kissed her ear, dragging his fingers up to her clit, swirling her. Her hips shifted. "Gonna make you come, Granger."

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. And then he was kissing her mouth again, lips and tongue insistent, distracting her. She sighed and arched her back when he found a rhythm she liked, increasing the pressure from his fingers. Her hips shifted, and she felt his cock against her, still hard in his trousers.

Her eyes shot open as he groaned into her mouth and rolled his hips forward again. She should be doing something, yes? She should be touching him back?

She turned on her side and reached up to wrap her arm around his neck, kissing him back and pressing their bare chests together. He grunted into her mouth and nipped her lip, adjusting his fingers between her legs. Her hand slithered down his chest, and she hooked her fingers into his belt.

His hand left her core and grabbed her wrist. She pulled back and looked up at him.

"It's okay, Granger," he breathed. "Just lay back—"

"Draco." She frowned up at him. "Let me touch you."

He hesitated. And she quirked a brow, feeling devious.

"Are you embarrassed?" she asked innocently.