His laughter tickled the bare skin of her neck. Needing something to focus on other than the feel of his mouth against her skin and his hand returning to her knickers, Hermione returned her attention to the action downstairs that she could see in the small window. No longer only partially open, Augustus" dressing gown hid nothing from their view. Alecto knelt on the floor between his legs, licking every centimeter she could, holding him deeply in her throat. At the feel of Antonin's fingers sliding through her slick folds, Hermione gasped. She hadn't realized she was already so sensitive, already so eager for the feel of his touch. Knowing exactly where to apply pressure to morph her gasp into a deep throaty moan, her husband didn't waste a moment in plucking her primed body like a finely tuned instrument.