Nott cleaned her up with his tongue happily, moaning, grinding his erection into the couch cushion beneath him. Hermione laid there a little lazily, feeling pampered as he took his time lapping up her juices. The orgasm was good, but not like the ones she was used to getting regularly, but that was something she wouldn’t dare share with her husband. As if his ego needed another pump... It seemed Nott needed some fine tuning if he was going to please her. For now, she would say nothing. There would be time to teach him later. She looked forward to it.