"You can  breathe  when you cum on my cock  like the good girl you are, " Draco hissed, tightening his hand around her neck, his other hand still drawing out Hermione’s orgasm. His words, so deliciously dark, pushed her over the edge, and she nearly let out a scream from pleasure. The sound of her climaxing made Draco desperate, and his hand released its hold, coming back to rest on her hip, letting her collapse back against the shower wall as he quickened his pace to ride out his own high, deepening his thrusts, his breathing becoming hoarse and fast, groaning and squeezing her hips as he came. His hand shot up to steady them against the wall, with his and Hermione’s shaking legs. 