the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

fourteen.

LUNA

She knows. She knows she just contradicted herself over everything she said in the car. Sleeping with him isn't a good idea, for him and for herself, but she's kissing him up the elevator ride anyway. She's kissing him hard and he's feeling her up. Also, she was so jealous when the woman had flirted with Harry. She's drunk so she can only admit it to herself.

"The door," she mumbles by Harry's mouth. "Door!" She finally pulls away with a giggle. She takes Harry's hand and pulls him out of the elevator doors before it closes back up.

She makes it with him to the apartment door. She fumbles for the keys in her clutch, but her head tilts to one side when Harry kisses her neck from behind. She finally opens the door and looks at him. "Shh," she hushes. She didn't want any more drama. Not when she's about to have sex. She peeks her head in and she's thankful no ones there. Either Madison is gone or she's with Zavier. She doesn't care, she remembers. She steps into the apartment with Harry and then closes the door quietly.

She watches as Harry starts heading to her room. Or, his old room? It's still weird to her, but she follows. "Take off your clothes," she tells Harry the moment they're inside. She shut her door.

Harry smirks. "These clothes? You want me to take them off?"

Luna throws her clutch to the side and walks towards him. She reaches for his cheeks and pulls him in for another kiss. It's hard and hot and she feels his tongue. "Now," she says. She lets go of him and steps back to watch.

He listens to her. He starts by taking off his blazer. He tosses it to the side along with his sunglasses. He kicks off his shoes then tugs at his tank. When it's off, he then moves to his pants. He stops before unzipping them. "I think you should take off your dress."

"After you take off your pants," she tells him and she grins when he does. She bites her lip when he's in his underwear. She can see the outline of his cock and it excites her. She steps closer and reaches for his shoulders. She presses down gently to make him sit at the edge of her bed.

Luna turns around. She moves her long hair to the side to have him undress her. He obliges her silent order and tugs down the zipper that runs down her back. Luna lets the gown fall to the floor. She kicks it to the side and she's left in only cheeky white underwear. She whimpers the moment she feels Harry's hands then mouth on the bottom of her back. He's feeling her up again.

Suddenly she's sitting on his lap when he tugged her down onto him. She feels his hard-on and hums. She opens her eyes to see her mirror staring back at them. She had one by her closet and it was facing the bed. It was a perfect view and she meets Harry's eyes through it. She watches as he takes off the rings from his right hand and sets it aside.

She sucks in a breath when she then feels wet fingers on her. Her head falls back into his shoulder and she's panting from his touch.

The touching stops. "No, look at me touching you," Harry says.

Luna lifts her head up. "Fine," she whispers. She wants to be touched again. She rolls her hips and she watches Harry. She smirks.

The smirk on her face quickly leaves her face when she starts feeling the pleasure. Her clit is being handled gently and it's driving her crazy. It's what gets her going. But if he keeps going, she might come undone faster than she wants.

As if he reads her mind, Harry moves his fingers down to her entrance. "Tell me what you like," he then whispers.

Luna's never been asked what she likes. She knows exactly what she likes. She knows how to handle herself the way other guys can't seem to do. So far, Harry's off to a good start. "I like it slow, like what you were just doing," she says. She pants. "Two fingers... palm up, and slow at first."

She feels Harry do exactly what she says. It makes her moan. His two fingers are pumping into her and she tries to watch, but she can't help but roll her head back. "Like that?" She hears him ask.

"Yes... Yes, like that," she says and hums in satisfaction through his fingering. "Curl them, right there," she says the moment she feels him touch her weakest spot.

He does what she says again and she's gasping. She finally lifts her head up and she moans loudly from the sensation that takes over her when he fingers her at a quicker pace. Her legs begin to shake and she grips onto Harry's thigh. "Oh god!" She cries out. Then she's a mess. Her panties are soaked and she's oozing out. She's panting heavily and she feels red after her orgasm. All it took was his fingers.

He laughs and she turns to look at him. "You're so good with your hands," she compliments and smirks. She kisses him when turning her body a little. She then stands up. She pulls down her underwear completely and she likes the look on Harry's face. He's looking at the heels she still has on. She keeps them on as she walks past him to get a condom from her nightstand.

"Prepared now?" Harry asks.

Luna laughs and stands in front of him again. "I learned my lesson." She pushes at his chest to make him lay back. She's standing over him then leans down. She kisses his chest and down to the butterfly inked on his skin. She looks at him as she tugs his underwear down. She rips the wrapper and takes out the protection. She takes a hold of his cock and gives it a few pumps with her hand. She watches Harry close his eyes and his jaw tightens from her touch. God, he is so beautiful.

Luna rolls the condom onto his cock and then climbs on top of him. She's on her knees by both his hips and she moves her hair to the side. "Look at me. Look at me fuck you," she then says, teasing him the way he had teased her. She smirks then aligns his cock with her entrance. She sucks in another breath the moment she lowers herself onto him. She moans softly as every inch of him fills her deeply. She begins to roll her hips as she rides him. "Tell me what you like."

She smirks as Harry was feeling pleasure. She can see his chest rise and fall rapidly. She's outlining the butterfly on his body with her fingertip as she grinds. "I-I like it," he starts then smirks. He reaches for her neck, his hands wrap around it as he brings her down. He kisses her hard. "A little rough, sometimes."

Luna hears him and grins. "Rough?" She asks as her nails dig into his sides. He hasn't let go of her neck and she hums. She moves onto his cock faster and uses some force to make sure he's getting what he wants. She feels the pleasure rise. "Like that?" She moans.

He lets go of her neck and she sits up. She's bouncing on him and she slaps his chest hard with both hands. She's moaning and his reaction to her movements were telling her he liked it. He's moaning and it's music to her ears. "Fuck yes," he groans and smiles through the pleasure. "Like that."

She's getting tired, but she doesn't want to stop. He's in deep with every hard bounce she makes and it feels good. So good, but her body's slowing down.

Harry reaches for her hair and pulls her down. He made her lay on her side when she slowed down. Luna is panting and she holds a leg up. Harry's arm locks under her leg as his body is turned towards her. He starts thrusting inside of her.

"Oh god," Luna is moaning again. She runs her hands up to Harry's hair and she pulls it. She moans louder as the thrusting felt intense. She even bites his shoulder the moment her body feels an orgasm building. Her walls tighten and then she's coming. She lets go of him and Harry moans. He spills into the rubber and they both lay back out of breath.

Her eyes are closed. Her body feels like it's buzzing. She feels it in her hands and toes. She opens her eyes when she feels Harry get out of bed. He tosses the condom in a bin. She sits up herself to finally take the heels off. For a moment, her heart sinks. She feels her neck for the diamond necklace and relief hits her when she feels it still there. Luna stands up and puts on her white robe to cover her naked body. She takes off the necklace to put it back in its box. She then looks at Harry. "Wait for me?" She asks him. She doesn't want him to go.

Harry nods. He fixes on his underwear and sits down on her bed. "I'll be here," he tells her.

Luna smiles and leaves the room to go to the bathroom. She does her business then proceeds to wash her hands. She takes off her makeup and stares at herself in the mirror when the lashes come off. The bridge of her nose is red again, her freckles are visible, and she looks away. Not because she doesn't like her appearance, but because she's reminded of her mother. The mother she left back home for a city she doesn't know she likes too much. She sighs and leaves the bathroom after her face is washed and moisturized.