Draco stopped, withdrew from her, guided her onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. His large palm hugged her lower abdomen, folding her into him as his other hand guided himself back in. She was so wet, hissing softly as he stretched her over and over, his thrusts maddeningly slow. Her nipples ached as they rubbed against the fabric underneath her. One hand rubbed at her clit in quick, tight circles. Her inner thighs were damp with want. She thrust backwards into him. Draco groaned loudly and shivered.