The sounds she made echoed deliciously in Neville's ears as his fingers found their destination, pressing gently to find the most sensitive spot, helped along by her shifting into the curve of his hand. He broke the kiss so that she could breathe, and keep making those noises that flooded him with even more desire for her.
He couldn't help but think back to that first, awkward time, where he'd fumbled through every step, asking every five seconds whether she was okay, while struggling the whole while with the battle taking place in his own mind. It was easier now, not that they had had an abundance of practice over the last two years, but enough that he thought he could tell what she needed without having to say everything out loud.