His hand in her hair reminded her of the past week, when Hannah, at her lowest, had burst into tears while trying to brush out her tangles; Neville had taken the comb from her hands and brushed it himself, at the end combing his fingers through her long hair, spreading it over her shoulders. He spread it over her shoulders and then kissed her neck. Remember that, it was like a flashing light reminding her that they had to not move too fast, like they had agreed: Neville not coming over every night, Neville not staying over every time. And not sex every time. She moved faster, up and down, some of her hair getting stuck by her lips; she brushed it away and then gripped hard to his hips. She didn't want them to lose the dating phase, now that she was ready to enter it.
She wondered how close he was. It was so hard to know. Pulling back to the tip, she looked at his stomach for a brief second as she swallowed him down again. She remembered when Neville was soft, with a sweet little belly. She had known him for so long; she never expected to need him like this.