And Hermione undid another button, pulled the lacy garment down and took her exposed left breast in a firm hand. Harry bit his arid tongue as he watched his wife caress her soft flesh, rolling her firm, pink nipple between her fingers and moaning throatily as she arched her back. Harry held his hands steady, resisting the urge to take over for Hermione, or to grab his groin to offset the deep throb that had exploded there.