Counting the Days

Chapter 5

(Tonks\' Point of view)

I think my mind just took a vacation. My eyes are locked on his body, this sixteen year old body that is about to do things to me and touch places inside that only he could touch. I feel myself react, the moistening between my legs, the hardening of my nipples. Just looking at him brings out my baser instincts. I knew that our time at my flat was only the beginning. Even the time in the kitchen wasn\'t enough to satisfy him. He just kept coming back of more.

It\'s unnatural, the hold he has on me. I knew by the time we got back here and I was under the table that I was addicted to him ... every inch of him. Wanting him like I\'ve never wanted a man before. His innocence was mine, his body was mine, and more than anything else I had ever felt, I wanted his love to be mine.

\"Oh hell, I\'m in trouble.\"

He\'s staring at me now, stroking himself through his jeans. I knew what\'s being restrained under that few millimeters of denim, was my downfall.

\"Harry,\" I say as I felt my mouth go dry. It was barely a whisper.

His feet slid across the floor as he neared me. Heat was his companion and desire was his weapon as his speed increased and he took my neck in his hands and smashed his mouth over mine.

He pushed me against the hallway wall. The air was pushed from my lungs as he tore at my shirt, ripping it off me. I couldn\'t see because my eyes were closed shut so I could experience every moment of his attack on my body.

I don\'t remember my bra slipping away and his mouth trailing down my neck as his teeth bit at my nipple. A gasp escaped my mouth at the sudden and very much desired pain.

His lips trailed even further down and I felt his hands unbutton my pants and slid them down my legs. He took my panties with them and slipped off my shoes, and before I knew it I was bare in front of him with my fingers running through his hair.

I looked down at him for only a second and caught his eyes before he slipped his tongue out and touched that oh so magical spot between my legs. Nobody had ever done this for me before. I had always come to expect to service my lover, but never for him to reciprocate. It was bliss.

I felt his strong hands lift me up, underneath my legs and set them over his shoulders. God he was strong!

His tongue plunged into me and I cried out as he lapped like a little puppy at my wetness. His handse sqe squeezing my cheeks tightly, pulling me over his nose and lips, brushing over and over against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge and then over as I clenched my thighs together on either side of his head and scream his name, hearing it echo throughout the house.

I couldn\'t help but twitch as he continued his gentle ministrations and slowly pulled away and set me lightly back down to the floor.

\"Did you like that?\" he breathed. Was his voice deeper?

I could only nod as I started to slip down the wall. In seconds he had me cradled in his arms with my head on his shoulder as he took me upstairs. My vision finally cleared and I lifted my lips to his mouth taking his tongue into me. That very same tongue that brought me so much pleasure only moments ago.

He kicked open the door to the biggest bedroom on the house and kicked it closed behind him as he passed though. Our mouths were locked in fevered contact until we reached the bed and he threw me on the mattress roughly. I bounced once and came to rest near the edge.

\"Unzip my jeans.\"

It wasn\'t a request, and I wasn\'t going to argue. I sat up quickly and did as he ordered. The strain on his jeans made it difficult, but I managed.

\"Now take them off, the skivvies too.\"

He stepped out as I slid them down his muscular legs, and when I looked up there it was right in front of my eyes, in the light of day since the curtains were opened on the enchanted windows.

\"What do you want, Tonks?\"

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. \"I ...\"

His hand grasped the base. \"Do you want this?\"

I could only nod.

\"Where do you want it Tonks?\"

Was I being this obtuse on purpose. Why in the hell was I being this way. I had him eating out of the palm ofhandhand only hours before, and now he\'s turned into this ...

\"Do you want me to choose?\"

I couldn\'t take my eyes off of it.

\"Take it in your mouth.\"

It looked so much bigger than I remembered. Maybe he is a Metamorphmagus. Merlin ... now that would be something, wouldn\'t it?

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, just the head, as I did before. He ran his hand through my hair, gently. \"Change back for me. To how you normally are.\"

I looked up at him to see if he was serious. Granted, I\'m not ugly, far from it, but I really thought he wanted me more like his age. But I followed his directions and closed my eyes, concentrating.

I set my hair at shoulder length and black as his. My skin returned to it\'s pale and creamy shade. My breasts filled out a bit more and my face reverted back to normal.

\"You\'re so beautiful like that.\"

My tongue wrapped around him and I suckled at his cock. His eyes closed and I saw the pleasure I was giving him. Another few moments and I could tell I was getting the edge back. I was about to be in control again. I could already spot the telltale signs of his immanent eruption. I was torn between wanting to taste him once again or holding off, but I remembered that he\'s not like other guys. blow jobs get him off but not soft, so I clamped down and took him as deep as I could manage which considering his size wasn\'t much further.

His hips bucked and the only thing that saved me was my hand wrapped around his base, not letting him any farther in. And then he filled my mouth for the third time that day. Gods, he was insatiable.

His breathing slowed and I slid my hands behind him to feel his muscular butt. He clenched his cheeks in response and I traced the hard lines while I cleaned him off with my tongue. As expected he was even harder still. Two freakin\' blow jobs in the span of an hour and he\'s still hard, not softening once.

I felt him move, leaning forward to cup me under the arms and raise me to my feet. He pulled me to his lips once again and kissed me deeply then pulled away leaving me wanting for more.

\"That was brilliant.\"

I smiled with satisfaction that I could make him feel that way.

\"Ready for the main course, Tonks?\"

My lips turned inward and I nodded quickly and eagerly.

\"I believe you wanted it bent over the bed?\"

My lips parted at that. \"Harry, I was just kidding.\"

His eyes smoldered. \"I\'m not. Turn around and bend over.\"

The sound of his voice compelled me to do just as he ordered. There I was, Nymphadora Tonks with my butt in the air and my face buried in a pillow waiting for what I knew was going to be a glorious moment. I felt his hand start at the nape of my neck and travel down my spine sending chills all over my body, and then he stopped.

\"What\'s G.I.I?\"

Ooop. I had forgotten about that. \"My second boyfriend at Hogwarts suggest I get a tattoo.\"

\"Are these his initials?\" he asked.

\"Um ... no. It stands for \'Glorious, Isn\'t It.\'\"

He chuckled. \"As a matter of fact.\"

And then I felt him pushing in. I was still drng fng from what he did to me downstairs and from what I did to him in here so I was ready willing and very able to take him.

He slid in slow and easy and I breathed out, trying to relax in order to accommodate his shear breadth. It was almost too much, right there on the brink of painful pain and painful pleasure. He didn\'t give me a chance to feel him before he pulled out and I could once more breathe in again.

Then he was in again and I was kidding myself before when I thought he had entered me fully. This time I felt that special place he touched before and knew I had all of him.

\"Stop, Harry. Right there. Just wait ... please.\"

He did as I asked and I reveled in the feeling. I\'m full, completely and utterly. It couldn\'t get any better than this.

\"More?\" he asked.

More? More??

I could only nod my head once; I couldn\'t speak. But he provided, sliding in even farther making me cry out into the pillow, pushing me over the edge into momentary oblivion, detonating an internal bomb that cascaded over my body like molten lava. The next second he was gone, pulled completely out, and I yelled in protest.

\"God, no!\"

\"Say please,\" he taunted me.

\"Please ... oh please, Harry put it back in,\" ggedgged.

It must have been enough because I was once again impaled on his monstrous manhood screaming bloody murder and loving every second of it. My knees gave out and I almost fell but he caught me at the last second and folded them under me as I lay forward on the mattress. How many hands does this man have?

I was secure and safe once again and breathing, mlikelike panting, when his hands moved to my hips and found purchase, then the assault began.

It could have been hours. It could have been days. I lost count how many times I had climaxed, blacked out, reawakened and climaxed again. He was relentless and I was nothing but encouraging with my pleas for him to keep going as long as he could.

My legs were numb from being trapped underneath me for so long, but I didn\'t care, as long as he didn\'t stop making me his, taming me once and for all time.

I heard him grunt and knew he was close. I wanted nothing more than to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. I squeezed myself around him as tight as I could, making him work at those last few strokes. Then he stopped. Harry leaned forward and took me from either side of my chest and hauled me up so my back was against his sweat coated body.

He was still buried deep inside me as he moved his hands around to my breasts and clamped his mouth to my throat, biting and sucking.

God, kill me now. The blood flow through my legs started again and the tingling sensation spread, encompassing my entire convulsing body as I felt him release his spent lust deep inside me. He whimpered at my neck and bit harder. The pain was overwhelming and I cried out for him as I came for the millionth time that afternoon and blacked out once again.