Neville moaned into her final kiss, her words turning him on more than he could imagine.
He wrapped his arms around her and eased her backward until she was laying on the couch and he was leaning over her. He kissed her once before leaning back and just looking at her. She was perfect, incredible. He gently ran one hand from her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts and to her belly button before tracing it back up. He lent over her, and kissed her again before reaching down to line himself up with her, pushing in slowly.
When they'd done this in the dream things had been incredible but this time seemed much more... intimate. He wanted to worship her, go slowly and make it last as long as possible.