Hands scrabbling at the cushions, she dug her fingers in, attempting to keep herself from being pushed too far forward over the back of the sofa from the force of his thrusts. Neither of them said a word for several minutes, the sound of skin against skin like music to her ears. She had no sense of time, lost in the sensations overwhelming her senses. At some point, his hand slipped back down her front, strumming his fingers over her sweet spot. Arching her back so hard it hurt, Hermione fell apart, spasming and crying out as her orgasm washed over her.