"Yes, please." She pushed up, moving the tip just inside of her. He growled, surging forward. He pulled back then slammed forward again. He wrapped her legs around his waist, reached forward, and gripped the headboard for balance. Together they set a frantic pace. Each thrust pushed Hermione down into the mattress. She began moaning, twisting, and crying out in tiny little bursts. "Oh shite, oh Marcus! Oh, fuck!" Her entire body tensed, her walls gripping him tightly. The tension broke two strokes later, blinding pleasure washing over her.