But he didn't, and it was only when Hermione came for the second time on her fingers with her pussy twitching deliciously around his dick that Draco finally came, with a gasping, stifled groan, his head sinking to her breast as his hips thrust hard into her, a shudder of release rolling through him. It was a spark of raw pleasure and ecstasy that grew and grew, and convulsed and exploded into something that ripped through him and wrung him out, leaving him gasping and so fucking sated. It was completion and bliss, and her hands were on his cheeks and his hair and his shoulders, and her legs were locked around his hips, tying them together.