His increased speed and his uneven rhythm indicated that Antonin was near to finding his release. Eager to encourage him, especially considering she'd lost count the number of breathtaking orgasms he'd pulled from her, Hermione pushed her body backwards to meet each of his thrusts. The low growl coming out of his mouth was all the confirmation she needed that he liked what she was doing very much. Her body ached, but she would've continued for as long as he desired just so she could feel something real. Tightening his grasp on her hips, he didn't last much longer. They both collapsed into a sweaty heap on the awful bed. Still desiring to be close to his wife, Antonin pulled her into his arms as they both caught their breaths.