"Open your eyes, Hermione. Look at me, please." He waited, bumping against her soaked center until her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. "Don't shut your eyes. Watch me." She did, eyes widening as he pushed in, and in, and in. When he was seated fully inside her, he froze, dropping his forehead to hers with a rough exhalation. They stayed like that, forehead to forehead, as he slowly began rocking against her, setting a rhythm, deep and slow, breath thready. He could feel her quake, could feel her clench tightly around him while she fought to keep her eyes from squeezing shut at the onslaught of pleasure, as he fought to do the same. He could feel his blood thicken, his breath thicken, could feel his release just along the edge of his spine. Despite his request for her to keep her eyes open, he felt his own close when her hands stroked up his back, over his shoulders, and curled into his hair. He'd begged for this. Dreamed of this. Had fantasized about this more time in the last several years than he could count. Draco brushed their noses together, shifting once more so he could run a hand up her side, all the way to her breast. He brushed a thumb across her nipple, smiling lightly at her gasping breath before dropping his lips to that sensitive but of flesh. Still thrusting slowly into her, he took her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pointed tip until he felt her stiffen, felt her entire body tighten, coming around him with a throaty moan. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, and was pressing into her to pick up his pace when, with a neat little move, she turned them so she was on top again. Hands splayed wide on his chest, she smiled down at him, a light, lovely thing that caused his heart to actually skip a beat.