WARNING: Sexual content--and not much else. Don't read this for character development.
Seducing a Nymph
Pensieve Moments
Review Session:
The Penitent Nymph
Lately I have found that my life is full of sweet surprises, and all on account of one Nymphadora Tonks. I had donned my flannel pajamas and crawled into bed feeling quite dismal. Suddenly I'm rudely awakened by Tonks, my lovely lady, but as usual, she manages to turn personal injury into a sweet delight.
Did I mention she takes my breath away? Especially when she falls like a dead weight on my body?
"Oof."
"What the?"
I hear her voice as I sit up trying to catch my breath.
"Remus? I thought you were away on mission?" The concern in her voice is sweet, as is the way she's now rubbing my chest.
"I thought you had guard duty," I manage to reply. By this time Tonks has quit rubbing my torso and is very efficiently unbuttoning my shirt.
"Bill insisted on switching with me, so I came here to pout, but now," says Tonks as she kisses my lips quickly, "I think I'm going to play."
"No, I think you're going to pay." I know how much she enjoys my touch, but I am intent on extracting a promise out of the lovely Auror. I adopt my best Professor tone of voice and say, "I'm not touching a woman who manages to literally set me aflame until she promises to take Molly's Honey Note Rehabilitation class."
She's ignoring my stern tone. In fact, she's finished unbuttoning my shirt and is tugging it off my shoulders. I swear, her eyes are twinkling as if she finds the Professor Lupin tone, eh, cute?
"Really?" she asks while she cocks her head to the side. In the meantime, she's seeing to the buttons her own shirt.
"Really," I echo as I fall back against the pillow with my arms cradling my head, but it gives me a very nice view of my lady. Have I mentioned that I'm prone to having impure thoughts about Nymphadora Tonks?
"No touching, eh? Then you'll just have to be passive," she says as she brushes against my skin when she leans over me. Tonks continues rather breathlessly, "Until I agree to the class."
She leans over to kiss me quickly on the lips and I immediately respond. But she backs away, although she's still straddling me. "Now let's see, Professor. Where should my apology begin?"
I begin to move my hands from under my head, but Tonks shakes her finger at me and says, "Now, now, Professor, no touching until I promise."
"I'm touching you now," I murmur as I move against her.
"Ah, yesss," agrees Tonks as she closes her eyes against the pressure.
I have a brief flash of victory as I turned the tables on her, but she bites her lip, then reaches over in the ultimate dirty maneuver. She gets the upper hand by stroking me through the flannel. It serves as a very successful distraction. "But remember, Professor, you can't use your hands until I give in."
"Nymphadora Tonks, you are a very wicked girl," I moan. She's applying the perfect amount of pressure against me, but I'm willing to play her game for the moment.
"It's in the blood, you know," she says as she leans forward to kiss me deeply.
I can't touch her with my hands, but I can kiss her with my lips and use my tongue to probe her inviting mouth. She's still stroking me through the fabric and I feel the urge to wrap my arms around her, but she moves to my ear and whispers, "Be patient, Professor. I haven't made the promise yet."
I turn my head to capture her earlobe with my mouth and am pleased with my resourcefulness. She gives a little whimper as my lips glide along her jaw. Ah, the beautiful thing about my lady is that she needs me as much as I need her.
I don't even have to utter a sound before she's leaning forward. I nuzzle the soft mounds as I sit up. I so want to caress her back, touch her soft hair, but if this is the fate I must suffer tonight, I think I'll survive.
"I need to get these clothes off us, Remus," she pleads as I hear her lowering the zipper of her trousers.
I relent since without the use of my hands, I can't help her disrobe. She shifts to sit at the edge of the bed with her back turned toward me and it's all I can do not to reach out to stroke that beautifully smooth expanse of skin. Then she gives me a glance over her shoulder that indicates she knows what I'm thinking.
"Uh uh, Professor, hands to yourself," she taunts. But as she's saying this, she's slowing pushing down her trousers and nickers. The firm derriere she slowly reveals literally draws a moan out of me because I want nothing more than to reach out and caress her hips while I kiss the nape of her neck.
In fact, as she's kicking off her trousers, I move forward to plant my lips exactly where I was imagining. Her neck, her shoulders, her body is mine, so I leave a trail of gentle bites that make her shiver. I'm about to reach around when I catch myself. Instead, I clench my hands behind me and murmur in her ear, "Look, Tonks, no hands."
I'm nibbling her earlobe and she giggles in approval, but then turns quickly and pins my shoulders to the bed with my hands behind my back. But she lets me shift so they're resting comfortably.
"Hands are wonderful for exploration, aren't they, Remus?" she asks. Tonks is tracing the scars on my face with her finger then moves to outline my lips. "But then so is the mouth. It can tell you about taste and touch. Don't you agree, Professor?"
"Absolutely," I sigh as I feel her lips moving down my throat. Then she makes a straight line down my body and I feel her fingers tugging at the pajama pants and boxers. I adjust to make things easy for her since I can't offer assistance with my hands, but as my legs get free of my garments, she begins teasing me with her tongue.
She's kissing along my thighs, nibbling along the old wound near my knee, then shifting her position so that I feel her body grazing against my legs. Her hands are free to caress me, but she keeps the touch light and teasing. It's pure torture now not to be able to touch her. I make my decision quickly as I capture her body between my knees and roll her over.
I'm pressing against her with my body now, but still I intend to obey her edict about not using my hands. I use my knee to tease apart her legs while I capture her mouth with mine. Oh, I'm longing touch her, but instead I can settle for exploring her mouth with my tongue while I exert pressure against her with my body.
Yes, that's a definite moan I hear coming from her throat. It drives my yearning to touch her and I almost lose my control and bring my hands up to caress her, but I catch myself. Instead I let the sensitive skin at my wrists graze her body.
Ah, yes, she likes that, does she? My lady is pressing into me and as soon as I release her mouth, I move to suckle her breasts. I feel her hands stroking my scalp and the nape of my neck. The palms of her hands then press against my shoulders and I know what she wants.
I turn, still careful to avoid touching her with my hands. I feel her hands caressing my thighs and stroking me as she waits for me to satisfy her. But I just nuzzle her for a moment before asking, "Do you promise?"
"I--I," she begins, but then falters.
Stubborn woman. She needs further convincing, doesn't she? I lick very lightly, but it's enough to send her arching into me, trying to prolong the contact. I move away and rub my cheek against her thigh.
"You want me to touch you now, don't you?" I say to gently encourage her surrender.
She's squirming as she considers her decision. She whispers, "Please, Remus."
"Please what?" I ask as I continue to caress her inner thigh by letting my lips lightly tease her skin.
"Please don't think I'm that easy," says Tonks with a bit of a smirk as she suddenly pushes against my hips and shifts me onto my back. She may not be this easy, but it appears I am.
"Guh." As usual, I'm bereft of verbal capacity as I feel the warmth of her mouth and I'm lost to the pleasure. My fingers are practically twitching with my need to touch her and the underside of my arm brushes against her. I'm so sensitive to her heat and I follow through with the contact.
Her avid attention to my need continues and the warm pressure makes me wonder what it will be like when I'm actually inside her. Why am I waiting? Because I need to take my lady on my own ground. And sometimes, the fear that I'll ultimately disappoint her looms in my mind. But, "The closer our time to go to Holyhead, the stronger my yearning becomes."
Did I say that aloud?
Tonks suddenly shifts away from me and I can hear how hard she's breathing as she kneels beside me. I sit up and notice my breathing is no less erratic. I lean forward so that our foreheads are touching. She rubs her cheek against my rougher face, then snakes her neck around mine and I shiver at the contact.
"I promise, Remus, I'll got to the class," she whispers. "Now touch me. Please."
Our lips make soft contact, then the passion that pours through her and into me is difficult to describe. All I know is that my hands feel like they're touching a most precious treasure as they skim across her skin. I love every contour of her body, the smooth hips, the trim waist, the very soft, warmth of her womanhood.
I'm pushing her back and against the mattress and she accommodates me. But I brush against her and feel the need so strongly. What if I just test this? Just a little bit? I close my eyes and try not to be impulsive. Then I hear her beseeching voice.
"I want to feel you, Remus. Please? Just for a moment." Her voice sounds shy and so sweet.
I can't answer her with words, I can only tease her entrance, so she shifts her hips and I feel her guiding me.
"Just for moment," she assures. She presses against me and I find this new experience amazing. There's warmth and pressure, but she's careful to limit the extent of my entry. I'm not sure who's groaning louder. The warmth surrounds me, but then she moves her hips away.
"Again." Is that my voice? It sounds so hoarse and pleading. Again she allows my shallow entry, but I can't control my need and I find myself thrusting forward. But this feeling is so new that I just become still. I don't want to complete the act here in this house full of darkness; I want things to be perfect. Then I hear her voice.
"Oh," she sighs. "So. Good."
I open my eyes to look down at my lovely Nymphadora. I bend my head and manage a ragged whisper, "Better than chocolate?"
"Yes." Her word ends in a hiss as I end my exploration and just lie on top of her.
"You must feel like you're with an insecure adolescent," I say as I chide myself. Other men wouldn't have stopped. Other men wouldn't be a virgin at my age, either.
"An adolescent wouldn't have your control, Remus," she says in a husky voice. Her voice is very suggestive as she adds, "I like the implication."
And again Tonks has used her magic to vanquish an awkward moment. She reaches up to pull my head to her and kisses me, letting me know she understands why I won't complete the act in this house. But now her legs are wrapped around me urging me to completion. The climax hits her quickly and I have little time to notice before I'm carried away by my own.
"I love you," I murmur as those wonderful feelings wrap me in their warm comfort.
"Good," she replies, "because the feeling's mutual."
I kiss her and quickly vanish the mess so that I can bring her body close to me again. "You felt so wonderful. I don't think we'd better try that again until we get to Holyhead unless you want memories of our first time to be in this dark place."
I hear her soft laughter before she says, "I understand, Remus. You want it to be perfect. Don't worry; I'll be a very good girl."
Soon Tonks is finding our clothes--or rather stealing my pajama shirt. We get settled back in bed and as the wonderfully fuzzy sleep overtakes me, my thoughts drift to bright pink hair, dark, bright eyes in a heart-shaped face, a mouth that invites my kisses, and the warm body that she offers only to me. And I'm glad I've never known another woman like this for none could be as exquisite as Nymphadora Tonks.
End Review SessionAuthor Notes: This was written in response to readers who wanted to know why Lupin was sleeping so soundly--and why Tonks had that smile on her face-- in Chapter 3 of Pensieve Moments. So, here's the story of their latest exploration, but again, Holyhead is the scene for the final exam. I believe that will be the next chapter I post for this and will end this particular story.
I think I'm keeping within the realm of Mature and not crossing the line. I want to paint enough of the scene to give you an idea, but I also want to avoid being overly graphic, so I'm trying to select my words carefully.
Thanks for waiting. I appreciate your taking the time to read.
