She looked - there were no words for the way she looked to Harry right now. The look in her eyes captivated him almost more than her naked body, and even though he was trying to pay attention to the way she was guiding his hand, he couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. He felt feverish, but it was more than that, a pressure building up inside him, and that was the only way he could figure out to release it.
He was finding it very difficult to breathe, now, from the feeling of the slick hot flesh under his fingertips and the way she reacted to his touch - and oh, he wanted more, but he also wanted to give her what she wanted, what she was asking of him. And there were still more obstacles in the way - he realized when his toes curled slightly that he hadn't even gotten his shoes off. He managed to multitask somehow, to touch her and toe them off to fall to the floor. It was the filling his lungs part he didn't succeed in, ragged breaths drawing in oxygen-depleted air warmed by her mouth and her skin.