Hermione moaned. It was so hot to her that Ginny was about to come. She could feel their juices mingling and the flesh sliding wetly together; it was so erotic. Riding out their shared orgasm, Hermione wanted to come like this every time.
Once she had come down, she was surprised by the strength that Ginny held her with. Though she really didn’t like Quidditch, Hermione was finding at least on thing that made it better for her.
“Me too,” Hermione cooed softly. Exhausted, she snuggled against Ginny’s neck. She could feel the light dampness of sweat on both of them from their exertions; it felt nice.