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Summer of Change: Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 16:30:01 +0000 UTCNote: All characters are above 18 years of age.
Harry sank back into the couch, the cushions still a little lopsided from the earlier chaos, and grabbed the remote from where Tonks had tossed it. His heart was still thudding, feeling like a wild rhythm that hadn’t quite settled, but he forced his voice to stay steady.
“Right, movie. Let’s… get back to it, yeah?”
Tonks grinned, and that wicked little curve of her lips made his stomach flip. She slid closer to him.
“Sounds good, hero. Don’t want Petunia’s precious telly going to waste.”
She hitched one leg up on the coffee table again, her knee brushing his thigh, and settled in like she owned the place. Which, in a way, she kind of did—at least in his head.
He clicked play, the screen flickering back to life with the same muggle action flick—explosions, car chases, the usual noise. But it was just background static to him now.
Tonks was warm against his side, her shoulder pressing into his, and without thinking too hard about it, he draped his arm over her shoulders. She didn’t pull away—instead, she leaned into him, her head tilting just enough to rest against his chest. Her hair, still that midnight black, tickled his neck, and he caught a faint whiff of something sweet, maybe her shampoo. It made his head spin a little.
Merlin, she’s close, he thought, his pulse kicking up again. This is… normal, right? Just watching a movie. Except it’s her, and I can still see her on her knees in my head, and—bloody hell, focus, Potter!
He wanted to be cool about this, casual, like he wasn’t a mess of nerves and want under the surface. But she felt so good pressed against him, soft and solid all at once, and it was scrambling his brain.
Tonks shifted, her hand resting lightly on his knee, and her fingers tapping a lazy rhythm.
He’s warm, she thought, a little thrill running through her. And that arm around me—yeah, he’s feeling it too. Good. Let’s see how far he’ll take this.
She wasn’t about to push him outright—not yet. She liked this game, the slow burn of it, watching him figure out what he wanted and go for it. Her skin tingled where his arm rested, and she let her body relax into him more, giving him that subtle green light.
The movie droned on—some guy yelling about a bomb—but Harry’s focus was slipping. His hand, dangling over her shoulder, brushed against her upper chest, just above the curve of her breast. He froze for a second, waiting for her to shove him off or laugh it away. She didn’t. Instead, she arched her back a tiny bit, pressing herself closer, her chest rising with a slow breath that made his fingers graze her skin again.
She’s not stopping me, he realized, a rush of heat flooding his chest. She… wants this?
His mind raced, torn between nerves and a growing boldness he didn’t know he had. He let his hand slide lower, tentative at first, until it rested fully on her upper chest, his palm feeling the soft swell beneath her slightly damp top. His throat went dry. This is insane. I’m touching her, and she’s not hexing me into next week.
In the state he was in, the thought that she’d just given him his first and the best blowjob ever didn’t even register. Touching her seemed rather tame in comparison, not that he was thinking clearly to realize that.
Meanwhile, Tonks bit her lip, keeping her eyes on the screen like nothing was happening.
Oh, he’s going for it, she thought, a spark of delight igniting in her gut. Good boy, Harry.
She shifted again, just enough to press her breast more firmly into his hand, a quiet invitation that was clear as the summer night sky outside. Her heart was pounding now, but she kept her cool, letting him take the lead. She loved this—his hesitation, his excitement, the way he was testing the waters. It was hot, and it made her want to see how much further he’d go.
Harry’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull back. Her warmth under his palm, the way she leaned into him—it was like a signal, loud and clear. He moved his hand lower, cupping her breast over her top, the fabric still clinging to her skin. It was soft, heavy in his hand, and he couldn’t believe this was real.
She feels amazing, he thought, his head buzzing. I’ve never… bloody hell, this is my first time doing anything like this.
He squeezed gently, testing, and her lack of protest sent a jolt through him. His fingers flexed, exploring the shape of her, and he felt himself harden again, a mix of nerves and raw want driving him.
Tonks let out a soft hum, the sound barely audible over the movie, but it was enough to make his ears burn.
He’s getting bold, she thought, heat pooling low in her belly. That squeeze—Merlin, he’s got good instincts.
She tilted her head slightly, letting her hair fall across his arm, and parted her thighs just a fraction—not enough to be obvious, but enough to nudge him along. She wanted his hands everywhere, but she’d let him figure that out himself. The slow build was killing her in the best way.
The movie was a blur now, just colors and noise. Harry’s world had narrowed to her—the weight of her breast in his hand, the way it filled his palm, the softness as he touched her. It was unbelievable.
He squeezed again, firmer this time, and his thumb brushed over where he guessed her nipple might be. The fabric was in the way, but he could feel it harden under his touch, and it made his head spin.
She likes this, he thought, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. I’m doing this right, aren’t I?
He slid his hand lower, his fingers slipping under the edge of her top, pushing her bra down with a clumsy but determined move. His palm met bare skin—soft, warm, and so real it made his breath catch.
Tonks’ eyes fluttered half-closed, but she kept them on the screen, playing the part.
Oh, fuck yes, she thought, a shiver running down her spine as his hand found her bare breast. He’s in now—skin on skin. That’s it, Harry.
Her nipple tightened under his touch, and she arched into him again, subtle but intentional, urging him to keep going. The heat of his hand, the slight roughness of his Quidditch-calloused fingers—it was driving her wild, and she loved how he was losing himself in it.
Harry’s heart was hammering so loud he was sure she could hear it. Her breast was bare under his hand now, soft and full, her nipple a hard little peak against his palm. He squeezed again, marveling at how it felt, then let his fingers explore—tracing the curve, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger, and fondling her.
This is unreal, he thought, half-dazed. She’s letting me do this, and it’s… perfect.
He pinched lightly, testing her reaction, and the way her breath hitched sent a surge of confidence through him.
His other hand, resting on his own leg, twitched. He glanced at her thighs—bare under her shorts, close enough to touch.
Go for it, he told himself, nerves warring with excitement. He slid his hand over, starting at her knee, then up to her thigh, his fingers brushing her skin. It was smooth, warm, and he kept going, inching toward her inner thigh, his pulse racing.
Tonks parted her legs a little more, giving him room.
Yes, there you go, she thought, her body humming with anticipation. Keep going, Harry. You’ve got me hooked.
His touch was light but sure, and it sent a thrill straight to her core. She shifted her hips slightly, angling toward him, letting him know she was all in. Her breast tingled under his other hand, and she had to fight to keep her breathing steady.
Harry’s fingers crept higher, slipping under the hem of her shorts. His hand trembled a little—this was new territory, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. But she wasn’t stopping him, and that was enough. He pushed further, finding the edge of her knickers, and then—Merlin’s beard—his fingers brushed against her bare pussy for the first time.
She was warm, wet, and so soft it made his head spin.
She’s… she’s so much into this!? He thought, a mix of awe and arousal flooding him. He might be a virgin, but he’d heard his fair share of tales from the blokes around him, a few of whom had been quite descriptive and dare he say, crude. But now, he could recall every word with crystal clarity, and one thing was for sure. Finnegan was not crude enough.
He slid his fingers along her, exploring the outer edges of her pussy, feeling her slickness coat his fingers.
Tonks’ breath caught, a quiet sound she couldn’t hold back. Her eyes widened just a fraction at his daring touch—quicker than she’d expected. She thought he’d play around a bit more, but she couldn’t complain, not when it felt so good.
Fuck, he’s there, she thought, her mind going hazy. His fingers—right where I want them.
It felt electric, his tentative touch igniting her nerves. She shifted her hips again, pressing into his hand, and reached over with her own, finding the bulge in his shorts. Her fingers curled around him through the fabric, stroking slowly, matching his rhythm.
Let’s see how he likes this, she thought, smirking inwardly.
Harry nearly jolted off the couch when she touched him.
Oh, bloody hell, he thought, his hips twitching into her hand. She’s… she’s doing it back.
Her fingers were firm, teasing, and it sent a wave of heat through him. He pushed his fingers deeper, slipping inside her knickers fully, and found her entrance. She was so wet, so warm, and he pressed in, feeling her tighten around him.
This is… I can’t even think, he thought, lost in the sensation. He moved his fingers, slow and careful, wanting to make it good for her.
Tonks’ thighs tensed, her body responding to every move he made.
He’s inside me, she thought, a rush of pleasure making her dizzy. First time, and he’s already got me shaking.
She squeezed him harder through his shorts, her thumb brushing the tip, feeling him throb under her touch. Her other hand stayed still, gripping the couch, anchoring her as she let herself sink into this. It was messy, raw, and perfect—exactly how she liked it.
Harry’s world was a haze of her—her breast in one hand, her nipple between his fingers, his other hand buried in her shorts, feeling her pulse around him. Her hand on him was driving him mad, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.
This is everything, he thought, his chest tight with want and something deeper. She’s everything. He kept going, bolder now, lost in her and the way she made him feel alive.
Her thighs tightened around his hand, her hips starting to move. She rocked back against his fingers, slow at first, then harder, chasing the heat building inside her. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, muffled against his neck as she tilted her head and caught his lips in a wet kiss. It was messy, hungry—teeth clashing, tongues sliding together, all heat and want. Harry groaned into her mouth, his fingers curling inside her, feeling her slick walls pulse around him.
She’s… she’s humping me, he thought, his head spinning. This is insane. She’s so wet, so hot—Merlin, I can’t think straight.
Tonks pressed herself closer, her chest heaving against his hand still palming her breast. Fuck, he’s too good at this, she thought, her mind hazy with arousal. Those fingers—right there, yeah.
She ground down harder, her hips rolling in tight little circles, and her tongue tangling with his. The kiss deepened, wet and desperate, and she could feel herself climbing higher, her body trembling with every thrust against his hand. Her hand on his shorts squeezed him tighter, stroking him through the fabric, matching the rhythm.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever—lips locked, bodies moving together, the movie a distant hum. Harry’s free hand gripped her thigh, keeping her in place as she rode his fingers, and he kissed her back with everything he had, lost in the taste of her, the feel of her. His head was a mess of want and wonder, every little sound she made driving him wild.
She’s gonna come like this, he realized, a thrill shooting through him. I’m doing that to her.
But then, just as her breathing hitched and her movements got frantic, Tonks pulled back. She grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand, and broke the kiss with a shaky exhale.
Harry blinked, confusion clouding his lust-addled brain.
“Nym? What—” he started, his voice rough, but the words died when she slid off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of him again.
His confusion vanished in a heartbeat, replaced by a surge of anticipation.
Oh, bloody hell, she’s not stopping, he thought, his pulse racing as she reached for his shorts. He lifted his hips without a second thought, letting her tug them down. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, and Tonks grinned up at him, her dark purple eyes glinting with mischief. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking firmly, her grip warm and sure as it had been before.
Harry’s head fell back against the couch, a low groan escaping him.
She’s gonna blow me again, he thought, already imagining her lips wrapped around his girth. I’m not gonna survive this.
But Tonks had other plans. She let go of him just long enough to shimmy out of her shorts and knickers, kicking them aside in a quick, fluid move. Harry’s jaw dropped as she climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist, her bare thighs pressing against his hips. The heat from her gushing pussy hovered over him, close enough that he could feel it, and his hands instinctively grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
She’s naked down there, he thought, his mouth dry. This is… this is happening.
Tonks leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest through her top, and her voice came out low and sultry.
“Thought I’d switch things up, yeah? You’re doing so good, Harry—driving me bloody wild. How’s this feel so far?”
She rolled her hips, grinding her slick folds against his cock, coating him in her wetness. The sensation was electric, hot and slippery, and Harry’s breath caught in his throat.
“F-feels amazing,” he managed, his voice cracking as he stared up at her. “Nym, you’re… Merlin, you’re killing me here!”
His hands slid up her sides, brushing the hem of her top, and he couldn’t help but glance down at her large tits, still covered but straining against the layers of fabric.
Tonks giggled, and the throaty sound sent a shiver down his spine.
“Eyes up here, mister—or, well, maybe not.”
She grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it up, her fingers grazing his stomach.
“Lose this, yeah? I wanna see you too.”
Her tone was teasing, but there was a sensual edge to it that made his blood pound.
Harry didn’t hesitate. He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch, and his eyes flicked back to her chest.
“Your turn,” he said, feeling much bolder now, his hands itching to touch her. “C’mon, Nym—let me see you. It’s only fair.”
She smirked, leaning back just enough to give him room.
“Oh, you’re eager now, huh? Alright, go for it.”
Her voice was a purr, daring him, and Harry’s hands were on her in an instant. He pulled her top up and off, revealing her bra—black, simple, but barely containing her. His fingers fumbled with the clasp for a second before he got it undone, sliding the straps down her arms. When it fell away, he just stared.
Her breasts were perfect—full, round, with puffy pink nipples that tightened under his gaze. They swayed slightly as she shifted, and Harry’s mouth watered.
She’s gorgeous, he thought, a mix of awe and hunger flooding him. I’ve never seen anything like this.
He didn’t think—he just acted, leaning forward and burying his face in her chest, his lips closing around one nipple while his hand cupped the other.
Tonks giggled at first, the sound bright and playful.
“Easy, there—oh, fuck,” she gasped as he sucked harder, his tongue flicking over her.
He’s all in now, she thought, heat pooling between her legs as she rolled her hips again, sliding her wet folds along his cock. That mouth—Merlin, he’s way too good.
She arched into him, her hands tangling in his messy hair, urging him on as pleasure sparked through her.
Harry was ravenous, lost in her. He sucked and licked, switching between her breasts, his hands squeezing and kneading wherever his mouth wasn’t. Her skin was soft, warm, and the little moans she let slip made his cock twitch against her.
She tastes so good, he thought, his head buzzing. And she’s grinding on me—fuck, I can feel her dripping.
Her juices coated him, slick and hot, and every roll of her hips pushed him closer to the edge.
Tonks’ giggles faded into breathy sighs, her body moving faster now, humping herself against him with purpose.
He’s got me soaked, she thought, her nerves tingling. Those hands, that mouth—fuck, I’m losing it.
She could feel him throbbing beneath her, hard and ready, and it only made her wetter, her arousal smearing across his length as she slid over him.
Finally, Harry pulled back, his lips red and glistening, and his green eyes dark with want. Tonks leaned forward, pressing her naked body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest. Their skin stuck together, warm and sweaty, and she rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.
“You’re driving me mad, you know that?” she murmured, her voice low and thick. “All this teasing—I want you, Harry. Inside me. You ready for that?”
Harry’s heart slammed against his ribs, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, Nym, I want you so bad. This is... fuck, this is better than anything I’ve ever felt!”
His cock ached, pressed against her slick heat, and the thought of being inside her made his head spin.
This is it, he thought, excitement and nerves crashing together. She wants me too.
Tonks grinned, that wicked, lecherous smirk he loved, and shifted her hips. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around him, and aligned him with her entrance. Her wetness kissed the tip of him, and she paused there, drawing it out, letting him feel it.
“Here we go, Harry,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. They were clouded with lust and want as she sank down, slow and sensual, taking him inside her inch by inch.
Harry’s breath hitched, a low groan tearing from his throat as her heat enveloped him. She was tight, wet, and so warm it made his toes curl.
Oh, fuck, she’s… she’s around me, he thought, his mind blanking out. This is—Merlin, it’s everything.
He watched her face, the way her lips parted, her eyes fluttering half-closed as she took him deeper, and it was the hottest thing ever.
Tonks bit her lip, a soft moan slipping out as she settled fully onto him, his cock buried to the hilt. The first cock she’d ever taken inside her, and what a choice it was.
He’s so big, she thought, a shiver running through her. Fills me up just right—fuck, this feels good. Much, much better than my wand or that toy Hestia got me.
She rocked her hips once, testing, and the friction sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Her hands slid up his chest, nails dragging lightly, and she leaned in to kiss him again, slow and deep, tasting his desperation.
Harry’s hands roamed her back, tracing her spine, then down to her arse, gripping her as she started to move.
She’s riding me, he thought, dazed and delirious. I’m inside her, and she’s… she’s perfect.
Every shift of her hips, every clench of her pussy walls around him, pushed him closer to losing it. He kissed her back, hard and needy, pouring everything he felt into it—want, gratitude, and something bigger he couldn’t name yet.
Tonks pulled back just enough to grin down at him, her hair falling around her face like a dark curtain.
“You’re mine now, yeah?” she teased, her voice husky as she rolled her hips again, slow and sensual. “No going back after this.”
“No way,” Harry shot back, his hands squeezing her arse, urging her to move faster. “You’ve got me, Nym. All yours.”
His voice was raw, honest, and the look in her eyes—mischievous, warm, possessive—made his chest tighten in the best way.
She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through them both, and picked up the pace, her body moving with him in a rhythm that felt like it could last forever. The movie flickered on, ignored, as they lost themselves in each other, skin on skin, heat on heat, chasing something wild and real.
Tonks rocked her hips, slow and deep, her body clenching around Harry with every move. The sheer heat of her pussy around his cock, the slick slide of cock inside her pussy—it was overwhelming, and he couldn’t keep quiet.
“Bloody hell, Nym,” he groaned, his hands gripping her arse tighter. “You feel so good—how’re you even real?”
She grinned down at him, her dark purple eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “Oh, I’m real, alright, baby. Real and riding you like you’re my favorite broomstick.” She rolled her hips harder, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You holding up okay down there? Not gonna tap out on me, are you?”
Harry’s laugh came out rough, half a moan. “Tap out? No chance. I could do this all night.”
His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer so her breasts pressed hotly against his chest. “You’re driving me mad, though—keep talking like that, and I might lose it.”
“Lose it, huh?” Tonks nipped at his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. “Go ahead, Harry—I wanna see you fall apart for me. Would be quite an achievement for me, if I got the Harry Potter to lose it.”
She picked up the pace, her hips grinding down with purpose, her wetness coating him as she moved, slamming herself hard and fast against him. Every thrust sent a jolt through her, her nerves buzzing, and she could feel herself climbing higher.
He’s so deep, she thought, a shiver running through her. Fuck, I’m close already.
Harry’s head fell back against the couch, his breath ragged.
She’s gonna kill me, he thought, his cock throbbing inside her. That voice, that body—Merlin, I’m done for.
He thrust up to meet her, clumsy but eager, and the way she gasped made his chest swell.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he rasped, his hands roaming her sides. “I can feel it—c’mon, Nym, let me get you there.”
Tonks smirked, her hands bracing on his shoulders as she rode him harder.
“Oh, you’re cocky now, huh? Think you can finish me off?”
She clenched around him deliberately, drawing a choked sound from his throat.
“Keep moving like that, and you just might.”
Her voice was breathy, teasing, but the heat in her eyes said she wasn’t joking—she was right on the edge.
The couch creaked under them, the movie long forgotten, as they moved together—fast, desperate, chasing that peak. Harry’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, and he thrust up again, deeper this time, making her moan.
“Like that?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Tell me what you want, Nym—I wanna make you feel good.”
“Fuck, yes, like that,” she moaned, her head tipping back as she ground down hard. “Just—keep going, Harry. You’re perfect—don’t stop.”
Her thighs trembled, her body tightening around him, and she could feel it building, hot and urgent.
He’s got me, she thought, half-dazed. Right there—fuck, I’m gonna come.
However, right before she tipped over, Tonks slowed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She grinned down at him, a wicked and playful glint in her eyes.
“Hold up, Harry—let’s switch it up. I’ve got an idea.”
She slid off him, leaving him slick and aching, and Harry blinked up at her, dazed.
“Switch it up?” he croaked, his voice thick with want. “Nym, you’re killing me here—what’re we doing?”
She winked, grabbing his hand and tugging him up. “You’ll see. Trust me, you’re gonna love this.”
She turned around, bending over the arm of the couch, her arse up and her legs spread just enough to give him a view that made his mouth go dry.
“C’mon, Harry—get behind me. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Harry’s brain short-circuited for a second, his eyes locked on her pussy—bare, glistening, pulsing red, and so eagerly waiting for him.
Bloody hell, she’s… fucking perfect! He thought, a rush of heat flooding him. He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his own shorts still tangled around his ankles, and kicked them off completely.
“You sure?” he asked, stepping up behind her, his hands hovering over her hips. “I mean—fuck, Nym, you look amazing.”
Tonks glanced back over her shoulder, her grin nothing but pure mischief.
“Sure? Harry, I’m begging you to fuck me like this. Get over here already.” She wiggled her hips, teasing, and her voice dropped low. “C’mon, big guy—show me what those Quidditch muscles can do.”
That was all he needed. Harry grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and lined himself up. He pushed in slow at first, savoring the way she stretched around him, hot and tight and perfect.
“Merlin’s beard,” he groaned, his head spinning as he sank deeper. “You’re—so fucking tight like this.”
Tonks moaned, her hands gripping the couch arm as he filled her.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she breathed, pushing back against him. “Fuck, Harry—harder, c’mon. I can take it.”
Her voice was rough, needy, and it lit a fire in him.
He’s hitting all the right spots, she thought, her body trembling. This angle—fuck, it’s good.
Harry didn’t hold back. He thrust into her, hard and deep, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every move drew a sound from her—gasps, moans, little curses—and it drove him wild.
“Like that?” he panted, his hands sliding up to grip her waist. “Tell me, Nym—fuck, you feel incredible.”
“Yes—yes, like that,” she gasped, her back arching as he pounded into her. “You’re—bloody brilliant, Harry—don’t stop.”
Her hips rocked back to meet him, matching his rhythm, and the pressure built fast, coiling tight in her core.
He’s gonna make me come even harder like this, she thought, her mind hazy. Fuck, he’s perfect.
They kept going, the couch shaking under them, until Tonks’ legs started to wobble. She laughed breathlessly, pushing herself up as much as she could, and it was only Harry’s tight hold on her that kept her upright.
“Okay, okay—new plan,” she said, turning to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a wild mess, and she looked so damn hot it made his chest ache. “Lie back, yeah? Fully, not against the back of the couch. I wanna see your face properly when we finish this.”
Harry didn’t argue. He dropped onto the couch, sprawling out, his cock still hard and slick from her. “You’re the boss,” he said, grinning up at her, his voice rough but playful. “C’mon, Nym—ride me again. I wanna watch you.”
Tonks climbed back onto his lap, straddling him, and grabbed his hands, placing them on her tits.
“Hold these for me, will you?” she teased, her grin wicked as she sank down onto him again. The stretch was just as good as before, and she moaned low in her throat. “Fuck, Harry—you’re so deep like this.”
Harry’s hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples as she started to move. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice thick with awe. “I can’t—Merlin, I can’t get enough of you.”
He thrust up into her, meeting her halfway, and the way her eyes fluttered shut made his heart pound.
She’s close again, he thought, a thrill shooting through him. I’m gonna get her there.
Tonks rolled her hips faster, her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in just enough to sting. “Yeah? You like watching me, huh?” she panted, her voice teasing but strained. “Keep looking, Harry—I’m—fuck, I’m so close.” She clenched around him, tight and hot, and he could feel her trembling, right on the edge.
“Me too,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her down harder. “Nym—c’mon, come with me. I wanna feel you.”
His thrusts got erratic, desperate, and the heat in his gut was unbearable now, ready to snap.
Tonks’ body seized up, her thighs clamping tight around his hips as she drove herself down one final time.
“Fuck—Harry—yes!” she cried out, her voice cracking into a raw, desperate scream that echoed off the Dursleys’ pristine walls. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her slick walls spasming around him—hot, wet, and so tight it felt like she was pulling him deeper with every pulse. Her head snapped back, dark hair spilling wild and tangled over her shoulders, her mouth falling open in a perfect, gasping ‘O’ as her chest heaved. Her breasts bounced with the force of her shuddering release, full and flushed, nipples hard and dark pink against her pale skin, swaying in a rhythm that was pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
Harry couldn’t look away—couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The sight of her unraveling above him was everything: her flushed cheeks, the sweat beading along her collarbone, the way her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure ripped through her. It was too much, too perfect, and it yanked him right to the brink. His hands dug into her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and he thrust up hard—once, twice—his cock buried to the hilt in her pulsing heat.
“Nym!” he choked out, the name tearing from his throat in a ragged, broken gasp as his own climax crashed over him. His whole body shook, muscles locking as he spilled inside her, thick and hot, each pulse wrenching a shudder from deep in his core. His vision blurred, his ears rang with the sound of her cries and his own pounding heartbeat, and he felt every inch of her clenching around him, milking him dry as waves of raw, electric bliss surged through him.
For a moment, they just stayed there, panting, her body slumped against his. Eventually, Tonks laughed, soft and breathless, and shifted to press herself fully against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss—deep, messy, all tongue and heat. Harry kissed her back just as hard, his hands roaming all over her back, sliding down to her arse, groping her shamelessly.
“Bloody hell,” he murmured against her lips as they pulled away, his voice wrecked. “That was—fuck, Nym, you’re amazing.”
She grinned into the kiss, her hands sliding down his chest, then up to tangle in his hair.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Harry,” she teased, nipping at his bottom lip. “Think you’ve got me hooked now.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, possessive, and she pressed her breasts tighter against him, still catching her breath.
Harry’s hands squeezed her arse, pulling her closer, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
He kissed her again, slower this time, but no less hungry, his fingers tracing her curves like he couldn’t get enough.
She’s mine, he thought, a warm, fierce thing blooming in his chest. All mine.
Tonks hummed into the kiss, her body melting against his, her hands groping his back, his sides, anywhere she could reach.
“Deal,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure, and they stayed locked together, kissing and touching and groping, lost in each other.
The world could go fuck itself for all they cared.
To be continued...
Comments
Erinnyes
Damn that’s sexy. Amazing work
