As he moved, Neville shivered in a rush of self-awareness. It was rare that he let himself feel, like this. His back and hips felt strong, his head felt dizzy with the bloodrush, and every inch of his skin prickled. Most of all he was lost in the feel of her, the heat of her, and in holding that feeling as long as possible. Eventually however he couldn't hold back, and started thrusting harder in the pursuit of release.