It was hard to think, it was hard to breathe, it was just plain hard. Usually Neville tried not to let himself think about things like this, but right now it was all he could think about. She smelt so good, and her body was doing wicked things to his body and making it feel things it had never felt before. A few dreams a night on the subject could never compare to what it was like to be in the reality of it all, and for a few moments he worried that it was too overwhelming and that he was going to end up passing out right then and there before he could see what else was going to happen. Even if it was slightly scary, it still made him curious, like he would never be satisfied until he found all the answers.
In the next second she was winking at him, and her hips were leaving, and he worried that he had done something wrong even with her reassurance, but then something was happening, something with her hands. How could he say no when he couldn't speak? It wasn't as though he could say no even if he had wanted to, but instead of trying to speak he nodded quickly a few times and bit his bottom lip so roughly that it nearly started to bleed. He'd never had someone's hand there before. This was alright, wasn't it? Of course it was. He moved his eyes away from her hand and back to her face.
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