At some point, Hermione leaned back to where she too was on just her knees and Tom reached around and held roughly onto her breasts. He played with her nipples, which were hard like beads. It added a twisting sensation deep within her stomach that couldn’t be twisted enough to pop uncoiled, her impending orgasm. A hand still held fast to her breast and toyed with her sensitive nipples, while the other reached down between her parted legs and found her swollen clit, engorged with wanton need to the brink of peaking out from the hood it hid beneath.