Never, never had she even been close to coming without physical stimulus. When she finally floated back to earth, she leaned back, expecting to see a triumphant, smug smirk. He was entitled to be complacent after that. But Draco was looking at her with soft grey eyes. She shifted, and he hissed as she moved on his achingly hard cock. Reaching between them, she shoved layers out of the way and lifted herself, pulling on the swing's ropes. Holding himself, Draco moaned in gratitude as he guided himself into her. Settling on to him, Hermione kissed him, relishing the feel of him hard within her. Pushing lazily with his feet, Draco rocked them. Neither of them moved. The motion of the swing, the gravity shift, and her weight on him were all they needed. Slowly, together, the tension crept higher. Hermione never stopped kissing him. Finally, he broke away, gasping for breath. 