She pulled back, blinking down at him as she tried to remember what he taught her all those months ago. Her lips parted, and she held his gaze as she licked her palm and wrapped her fist around him again.

He moaned, his head dropping against her shoulder this time. Her fingers moved over him, trying to twist at the end like he'd shown her, repeating the motion when he hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck."

His hands lifted from her body and grabbed her under the arms. She flew through the air as he tossed her back on the mattress, her head landing on the pillows with a bounce. She curled up to her elbows as he kicked off his boots and his trousers, leaving his boxers on.

He paused at the edge of the bed. "You'll tell me when to stop?"

Don't stop.

She nodded.

He crawled up the mattress, dropping kisses on her skin — her calf, her knee, her thigh. His eyes skated up to her face as he hovered over her core. She bit her lip and shook her head.

"One day," he whispered as his fingers drifted through her folds, running up to her clit, "One day, I'll kiss you here until your legs shake."

Her nipples tightened and her teeth dug into her bottom lip.

She held her breath as he began rubbing her clit with long fingers, his face still focused between her thighs. Frowning, she tugged at his hair, but he stayed with her lower body. His free hand slid down her leg, encouraging her knee to bend open so he could watch his fingers work.

Her cheeks flamed. She could feel his breath ghosting across her sex as his palm rubbed her leg, coaxing her to relax.

"Draco…" She tried to reach for him again, but he nipped her inner thigh.

She pressed her hands to her face as he continued, his fingers working her clit slowly, his lips dipping to kiss the juncture of her hip.

She should make him stop. This wasn't— she didn't—

Then his fingers circled her entrance, and her mind blanked. She bit back a moan and her hips started moving of their own accord, chasing him.

She dropped her hands from her face, fisting them in the comforter as he started sucking on her thigh, marking her skin as his. She was dizzy with the pressure of it, losing herself with each tease of his fingers.

He lifted his head just as he began to press a finger inside of her, slow and steady. She strained her neck to look at him. He was going too slow—

"Dreamt of this," he breathed. "Watching you take me inside."

Her head fell back into the pillow, her toes curling and lips pressed together as she whined.

He withdrew, and pressed back in. "Didn't get to savor it last time."

Her thighs started to quiver. This was too much. He sounded like he could do this forever, but she was squirming, aching—