...been nervous. But he wasn’t. This felt as natural to him as flying, and he seemed to instinctively know what to do.
They shifted on the bed and Tonks’ wand fell to the hard wood floor, making an awful racket. “Oops! I hope my silencing spell worked,” said Tonks, laughing. Harry laughed uncomfortably; he wasn’t sure she should be joking about it. He forgot to worry, though, once she began nibbling gently on his earlobe.
Tonks carefully removed Harry’s glasses and set them on the bedside table. Harry took that opportunity to trail his lips across her straining neck, and his hands were roaming all over her exquisite body.
Her breathing became heavier and he could tell she was enjoying his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her. She moaned softly as he gently snaked his hand beneath her bra and located a hardened nipple. Encouraged by this success, he unbuttoned her blouse with his other hand, and his pupils dilated with lust as it fell from her shoulders, revealing her beautiful curves clad only in a scanty lace bra. It wasn’t much longer before that too lay forgotten on the floor.
As Harry kissed her deeply, he could feel Tonks lower the zipper of his jeans, mercifully easing his discomfort. She touched him through his pants, and it was only by thinking of Snape’s scowl that he was able to stop himself from coming right then.
But as Tonks was pushing him to a recli...