They haven't parted to even breathe yet and Hermione feels herself floating away, losing oxygen fast, until he rips his lips away first and she sucks in fistfuls of air. His mouth latches against her throat, kissing the length of her neck just as Hermione rocks her hips. She feels his sharp inhale against her jaw, feels the heightened sensations from the friction against him and her pants, in her core. She repeats the motion, once and then twice, squeezes her eyes as the pleasure coils. He returns the motion, the hardness hitting her just there, and Hermione presses her cheek against his temple, gasping. 