It took a minute for her to do anything, her orgasm having completely drained her in its intensity. Her entire body felt boneless. Her mind listless. It had been so fucking good. She would have laid there for longer had she not picked up on the sound of Malfoy groaning behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she found herself staring at him in a new light. His hand was wrapped around his cock, his gaze on her exposed arse. And she realized she didn’t want him to stroke himself. Not after that. She needed to reciprocate. Wanted to do whatever she could to make him feel just as good as he had made her feel.