Wanking wasn’t even helping anymore, he had a serious case of the blue balls and Hermione knew it. Ever since they’d gotten together he hadn’t noticed how sexual so many of her actions were. She’d squat to check the dinner in the over, her jeans tight across her ass and Tom would groan thinking about her squatting over his cock. She’d bend over, her dress lifting to show the tops of her thighs and Tom’s fist would clench as he resisted the urge to flip it up and  pound her over the worktop. She’d suck on the lid of her pen whilst she worked on assignments and his cock would weep pre-cum thinking about her tongue rolling around the tip of it instead.