Hermione stroked the back of his neck, her eyes closing, already in the midst of her own orgasm. She gripped him in strong spasms, making his head fall back, a tortured moan crawling from his lips. The slickness around their joining increased. His cock drove into her relentlessly, even as her body fought to retain him, milk him. He allowed a bit of space between their bodies, his hand brushed hers aside to stroke her, drawing her climax longer and longer until she began to shake, pinned between him and the bookcase. She gave a sweet whine to indicate she could take no more. 