For his part, Harry was torn between the desire to see exactly how far this would go, to find some release from the sensations building up inside him, which he was sure would be incredible, and savoring every moment of it, even if he had lost track of the passage of time. Dimly, through the haze that had settled over his mind, he registered the request, and that swung him towards the latter. He bit down on his lip to keep some semblance of self-control, one hand curling into the sheets and the other into her side, concentrating on covering as much skin as possible with his mouth instead of moving the rest of his body the way he instinctively wanted to. It took an enormous amount of willpower to move slowly, finding a rhythm with her, gasping her name, trying not to dig his nails into her skin when the feeling of it made his muscles tense.