With Alicia now on top of him, over him, his hands went to the hem of her tank and up underneath it, feeling her skin underneath with a heat that should have surprised him - they'd been married for months, together for years and yet the heat between the was nearly overwhelming still. This gorgeous woman - all brilliance and fire and Gryffindor bravado and little curves and perfect skin - was his wife and would be the mother of his children and dear gods he wanted her closer. He pulled her shirt up over her head, off of her, to be sitting in his lap in only her bra and he dove for her chest, nuzzling the tops of her breasts, his hands coming from around her to knead her through her bra.
His arousal was obvious to her, how she sat, he was sure, and his muggle jeans were putting pressure on him in an almost painful way but he delighted in it, shifting her body now so that she ground down on him with her weight. His lips trailed up her neck, leaving desperate kisses up to back to her lips, where he crushed his to hers in a frantic, urgent way, his hands tight on her hips.