With a sob, the tension that had been building inside Hermione snapped, and she shuddered and writhed atop him as her release crashed over her. Her arms gave out and she collapsed onto his chest, her face tucked beneath his chin as he moved his hands to her hips, holding her pliant, boneless body steady as he chased his own climax. Each of his quick, hard thrusts sent sparks flying through her, drawing out her pleasure until, with a last rough push, he buried himself as deep inside her as possible and stilled, groaning as he came. 