The Pleasant Morning
Harry slipped his tongue into her wet mouth and felt her sigh into their slow, lingering kiss. The simple kiss that had started so sweetly, so innocently, suddenly turned feverish as they began immersing more deeply into it, eagerly exploring each other's mouths and lightly brushing their slippery tongues across each other. Surreptitiously, Harry reaches under the sweat saturated sheets and slips a finger inside her wet, warm walls, relishing the feel of her sex contracting then relaxing around his slender finger. She groans into his lips and then brakes away completely and elicits a guttural mewl of pleasure when Harry inserts a second finger into her glorious tightness.
Slowly, sensually, Harry begins to pump his fingers inside her, muffling her moans with his mouth, suddenly anxious that her cries of pleasure would rouse the Dursley's. With his other hand, Harry gripped her curvaceous thigh, then making the decision to elevate it further upwards so that it wrapped around his hip. Harry's now very excited manhood begins to brush the inside of her sticky thighs that were sticky as her womanly juices gushed and dried on her sensitive flesh. The whole time, Tonks' voluptuous body is writhing underneath him, fidgeting and trying desperately to shift into a more intimate position for penetration. Harry, however, almost sadistically asserts his temporary dominance and keeps her pinned beneath him, still digging deeper within her in his now very soaked fingers.
Then, deciding to be nice, Harry removes his fingers from her sex and makes quick work of soothingly hushing her when she starts to protest. They kiss passionately once again and then break away, maintaining intent eye contact as Harry brings his soaked fingers into his mouth and tastes her womanly juices. Tonks is breathes in sharply as she sees this beautiful sight, then bites her bottom lip and whimpers with sexual yearning. Harry smiles and softly runs the tip of his manhood over her entrance lightly, teasing her and causing a copious amount of pre-cum to drip from him leisurely. The whole time, Harry pins her arms above her head and ravishes her burning skin and breasts with his tongue, driving her wild and making her gush prematurely. Then, finally tired of teasing, Harry enters her. He gasps and sinks in deeper into her clenching, wet walls and buries his face into her large chest while she clutches at his ebony hair hard and feels herself stretch around his thickness and adjust to it. After getting used to the initial feeling of Harry inside of her, Tonks bucks her hips up and grinds herself into him eagerly, encouraging Harry to start pumping in and out of her erratically.
Tonks giggles as Harry clumsily penetrates her, their hips are not in rhythm with each other as Harry feels positively exhausted. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Tonks flips them over and starts bouncing on him hard. She leans back and continues to bounce while Harry runs his hands liberally over her toned body, occasionally fondling a perk, bouncing breast. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Harry grips Tonks' left hip with one hand and uses his other to quickly rub circles on her clitoris. Tonks starts to whimper his name and mewl with need.
"Oh, Harry, yes! Fuck yes, Harry, oh God!"
They both simultaneously orgasm. Tonks' womanhood clamps down on his and milks Harry's love while she in turn gushes over his.
The last thing Harry sees before he passes out in perfect, sex-induced oblivion is the look of ecstasy etched on Tonks' face and the sight of her swaying, ample breasts...
Tonks makes subtle work of slipping away from the dozing Harry at the crack of dawn and starts to search for her clothes in the darkness, cautious not to trip over anything. Tonks spots her favourite black pencil skirt tossed over the side of Harry's bed and sighs with complacency. Damn this is going to be hard! Sex with Harry Potter was fine, but it was the mornings after that Tonks hated. Every morning after their lovely love making, Tonks was required to report to Dumbledore on Harry's status, something Tonks thought was utterly pointless. If she had anything at all to report about Harry, it would be that he was progressively becoming the world's best shagger. Tonks tiptoes over to the bed and leans over the sleeping form of Harry to retrieve her skirt when...
"AH! Idiot, let me go!"
Harry just chuckles dryly and presses her firm body into his possessively, her back to his. "Tonks, why don't you just stay in bed for the day?" Harry suggests, as if it was that simple.
Tonks shakes her head, negative, although the thought of wasting away the entire day in bed with Harry appealed to her immensely.
"Believe me Harrikins, I would love to, it's just that I'm required to give a status report on you to Dumbledore daily, informing him of how I've been protecting you so good for the past few weeks."
"Well, you're doing a damn fine job so far, aren't you Nymphadora?" Harry remarked teasingly. "You went from stalking to fucking me in a span of just one week! How professional."
Tonks began to growl and seethe. "If you weren't restraining me and poking into my arse with your penis, I would give you a right good smack for calling me that... and stop that, by the way!"
Harry giggled childishly and ceased grinding into her backside. "You called me 'Harrikins'," Harry reminded her, trying and failing to sound genuinely stern.
"Yes, I did," Tonks agrees nodding. "But Harrikins is cute!"
"So is Nymphadora," Harry points out.
"It is not! It's repugnant!"
"No, it's..." Harry pauses and furrows his face into her pink hair lovingly. "Adorable."
Tonks blushes and allows her body to temporarily relax into Harry's. After a few minutes, she tries to move to no avail.
He doesn't reply initially. Then she hears the sound of faint snoring.
Harry snaps awake. "Huh, what?"
"Can you please release me now? I need to work."
"Oh, right, OK," Harry says, regretfully loosening his grip on her and allowing her to escape.
Tonks begins pulling on her skirt, very conscious of Harry's eyes on her. Trying to ignore this, Tonks spots her wand on Harry's desk.
Well, aren't you the smart Auror Nymphadora!
As she goes to retrieve it, however, strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her down into Harry's lap.
"Oh, bloody 'ell Harry!"
Tonks could hear Harry whimpering and petulantly refusing to release her. Tonks was now becoming afraid that she had inspired a bad influence over him.
"Do you have to go?" Harry asks, pouting.
"I have to, but I don't want to, Harry."
"But what about my protection?"
"Harry, you have other watchers besides me. There's Mundungus and – "
"But I don't relish the idea of sleeping with Mundungus."
"Harry!" Tonks exclaimed, mock horrified.
Harry giggled again and let her escape from his arms again. Then his voice softens, lowers, and tentatively Harry asks, "Will I see you again anytime soon?"
"Of course, of course, maybe ," Tonks replies idly, examining her voluptuous body in the mirror intently.
"O-ok, then," Harry murmured, looking down.
Tonks turned to face him and notices his sudden capricious mood swing.
"Hey," Tonks said quietly, grabbing Harry's chin and forcing her to look up at her. "I'll do what I can, alright?"
She then kissed him passionately and very deliberately – hard. Guilt swelled like a heavy weight in her stomach.
How far have I taken... this?