He stood up, his fingers still supplying ministrations and he kissed her. Her slick still on his lips and allowing her to taste herself. He ducked his head down and took one of her tits in his mouth, running his tongue across her nipple to make it pucker beneath the thin slip. She held him closer and then felt that rising feeling, like a string tied to her core and being tugged on. She was so close that Draco could feel her heart racing and her walls clenching him in intervals. So being the bastard he is, he removed his fingers and left her with a strangled cry. 