The press of his hand between her legs sent a shock through her until she gasped, her voice hitching into a breathy moan as he began to move his hand against her. Each slow circle was a delicious torture and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when she felt him press against the small bundle of nerves that sent a small shock through her each time. His breath, his voice against her ear was just as bad, as she knew he damn well knew she wouldn't want him to stop. Her eyes clenched shut, her head tilting back when the growing ache she felt for him became nearly uncomfortable as his hand continued it's torturous rotation, each time bringing her closer and closer to the brink and then moving away again. Tonks slid her legs against his in a futile attempt to fight her own need, her own need to move, her own need to feel him. She reached for him without realising it, dragging her hands up his spine to tangle in his hair. Her whole body went helpless with heat, her cheeks burning and her breath coming in fast when she felt him draw her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her shirt. Her body reacted instantly, the heat of his mouth and friction of her shirt almost too much and she moaned once more, moving against his hand when the ache inside her became unbearable. Her hands tightened against his hair and her eyes clenched shut once more, her head tipping back as she panted for air, trembling with need. The trembling broke into a shiver when he pulled her top down slightly and the cold air hit her. Tonks sighed in pleasure when he took her breast, whimpering when he pulled away and spoke against her, his breath brushing the sensitive skin. Heat gathered between her legs when he bit at her neck and she rolled against him again as she quickly grew more and more desperate. She had to fight for air before she could speak, and fight even harder to remember how to speak.
"I could.. tell you what I want you to do but it wouldn't be.." She had to swallow before she could speak again, "It wouldn't be very polite," she growled, flushed with need and want. More. She needed more, more of him. Tonks moved beneath him until she could catch his lips with hers, kissing him with a desperate fervour as she fumbled with the fastenings of his shirt until she just said to hell with it and ripped it off him, consequences be damned. His fault for wearing clothes around her. She let her hands roam over his chest and back, pressing her palm against his skin and kneading at the muscles she felt there, "God it's been too long," she breathed against him between kisses, drawing her hands down his chest and abdomen to yank at his belt.