She was not afraid, and she told him so with her gaze. He stood tall and broad with his hands at his sides, unclenched and relaxed. Hermione knew if she went to him and checked, she would feel his hard length concealed in his trousers. She gave him a knowing smile, and then let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin took hold of her hips to hold her still, and then began to thrust upwards into her at a faster pace, driving himself deep with each thrust, rocking her in his lap.