rose_whispers (rose_whispers) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: rose_whispers, kink: dirty talk, kink: pregnancy sex, remus/tonks |
LMoM Day 3: Ing
Title: Ing
Author: rose_whispers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Kink(s): Dirty talk, pregnant sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1421
Summary: Tonks is tired of Remus being too careful around her.
A/N: Today's rune prompt is Ing: "Fertility... this is a primal rune whose symbolism is clearly that of female genitalia. The essential meaning of Ing is completion or, by implication, orgasm" (Horik Svensson's The Runes). Thanks to Lia for the beta!
"So until this sprog is sprung, am I to get no sex at all from you?"
Remus, intent until that moment upon the crafting of the script for his next radio appearance as "Romulus", looked up sharply. "Excuse me, my love?"
In the doorway stood a vision of fruitful femininity, also known as his wife. Tonks, one hand on her hip, the other resting upon her very pregnant stomach, looked bemused. Or amused. Remus couldn't tell which.
"I said, will I get no sex from you at all until after this," she patted her midsection, "is out of the oven?"
"May I ask what you mean by 'from me'?" Remus returned, getting to his feet and ambling over to her. He could tell that she was trying determinedly not to grin. "Is there someone else from whom you are soliciting favours?"
"I wouldn't have to think about such things if my husband would, now and then, touch me." Her perfectly painted lips formed a full pout that hit Remus right in the groin. He couldn't help himself when she turned that pout on him, especially not when those lips were exactly the shade of ruby that her hair was.
"As I recall, I held you for over an hour when we awoke this morning." He curled his index finger in a stray ringlet of her hair.
"And where exactly was the penetration in all of that?"
Remus choked back a shocked laugh. Even after all these months, she still had the power to startle him. "There wasn't any. I gather that's your point? Er... you know what I mean."
"Dirty boy," Tonks snickered, snaking her arms around his waist. "That is exactly the point. I need you to make love to me, Remus. I'm going mad without it."
He bit his lip. The erection straining against his trousers, seeking her body heat, bespoke his need as well. "It's only, I don't want to hurt the baby."
"The baby will be fine, I promise you. I checked with Molly and trust me, she and Arthur did not stop their relations during any of her pregnancies."
Remus made a face. "That information was entirely unnecessary."
"Remus, please, I need it. I need you." She grabbed his arse and squeezed, pressing herself as close against him as her belly would allow.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers. "It must be gentle, love."
"No, really? I thought you could tie me upside down from the rafters and fuck my mouth." She rolled her eyes, but then arched a brow. "You're blushing, love. Do you like that idea?"
"Of course not!" Remus said, taking a step back.
"Well?"
"Well what? It's not that I want to tie you to the ceiling," Remus said. "I just... the way you say that word..."
"What, fuck?" Tonks asked, eyes sparkling.
"Yes." His tone was harsh.
"Fuck," she purred, leaning forward and placing her crimson lips against his ear. "Fuck me."
"Oh god." Remus' cheeks flushed, and he reached for her.
"Do you want to fuck me, my love?" her tongue flicked against his earlobe. "Do you want to bury yourself inside me?"
"Yes." He pushed her robes off her shoulders and began to fumble with the fastenings of her blouse.
"Say it." Teeth nipped at his lobe and he groaned.
"I want to fuck you," he said, blushing furiously. "God, I want to fuck you, Tonks."
"Tell me more," she breathed, running her tongue along the shell of his ear.
"I want to feel you on top of me," he said, loving the taste of these words. He'd never spoken like this before. "I want to feel your thighs squeezing my hips while I thrust myself into you."
"I want your cock inside me," she said with a giddy, needy giggle. "I want your skin against me and that long, hard cock driving deep into me."
"Divestimento totalis," he said through gritted teeth, their clothing disappearing into nothingness. He couldn't help but laugh as she shoved him backward onto the chesterfield. She leaped on top of him, and he gasped for breath.
"Touch me, Remus. I need your hands on my breasts. Please, love."
She knelt astride him, rubbing her wet folds against his aching cock. Why on earth had he been denying them this? Running his fingers over the beautiful roundness of her stomach, her hips, her ribcage, the sides of her breasts. She nodded encouragement, and he cupped them, squeezing lightly as she undulated her hips, coating him with her own moistness.
"Harder," she whispered, her tone edged with steel and need. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and without warning pinched the right one. She gasped, arching against him.
"Do you like that?"
"God, yes," she hissed. "More. Please, love."
"Do you like it when I do that?" he squeezed the left nipple, tugging it sharply and then brushing his thumb ever so lightly against it.
"Yes. Please." She grinned wickedly at him. "I want you to suck them."
Remus moaned. He'd always been so careful around his wife, not to be too rough or too... perverse. But now he could feel her heat against his cock and the pliable softness of her breasts in his hands. And he wanted more. Pushing himself up, he buried his face between her breasts, then turn to nip the sensitive skin.
"Oh!" She writhed against him and he kissed and licked his way toward her left nipple, tracing the areola with his tongue. He could feel the skin tightening, hardening against his lips, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
"More!" she cried. He sucked hard, holding the nipple between his teeth while he flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitized skin. He stroked her other breast, contrasting the featherlight touch of his fingers with feel of his teeth leaving tiny bruises against her pale skin.
"More," he echoed, thrusting against her. She was so wet, so ridiculously, perfectly wet and hot, and he needed, needed to be inside her.
"Fuck me," she cried, lifting up a little. He reached between them, grasping his cock, slippery and ready from her own arousal, in one hand.
"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he promised, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. She nearly arched right off his body.
"Now," she demanded, and without ceremony she centred herself over the head of his cock and plunged downward. His shout of overwhelming pleasure was overshadowed by her own yowl. Oh, they were going to get complaints from the neighbours on this one. Not that Remus cared. Pleasure pulsed through him as he caught her hands with his, letting her balance herself as she began to move.
"Going to ride you," she said, voice straining and breathless. She pushed her hips against him, grinding her clit against him with every forward stroke. She was tight, so impossibly, wonderfully tight. He could barely keep his eyes open, watching her moving above him through his lashes. She was magnificent, sending jolting pleasure through him as she cried out with every thrust of their hips. They met each other again and again, hands clasped together between them.
Remus was close, and words were lost to him now. He wanted to hold off, to prolong this for them both, but he could tell she was right there with him. Her face was awash with ecstasy, her inner muscles contracting around him, and two more thrusts, three, there-- his orgasm crashed into him as she found her own peak, squeezing him until his vision sparkled out, disappearing in a haze of perfect completion. The last thing he was aware of was her scream, the scream he'd promised her.
When he came back to himself, she was curled against him, her stomach a warm bulge against his hip, her head on his shoulder.
"I like your hair like this," he said at last.
She snorted. "Only you would follow up a mind-shattering orgasm with that."
"I suppose that's why you love me?" he asked, only half joking.
"Must be. Now shut your gob, we need our sleep. It isn't every day we get the penetration."
"At least you needn't go looking elsewhere now."
"You do take excellent care of me."
Remus laughed. "I thought I was shutting my gob?"
She kissed his chin and snuggled closer. Neither of them said a word the rest of the night.