the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

fifty-three.

They lost count. It's been nonstop kissing, touching, and extensive hot sex for Harry and Luna after their declaration of love. They're red, sweaty, but the pleasure won't stop in the bedroom.

She's leaning back against Harry's chest. Her legs are spread wide open and Harry's own legs are keeping them apart and from closing. Her head is rolled back against his shoulders and she's panting. "Harry," she lets out.

His ringless fingers are curled inside of her. He's watching her reaction and he's kissing just below her ear. "Yeah, baby?"

She moans loudly. Her legs want to close, but they can't. His legs are too strong for her. "That feels so good," she tells him.

He looks down at his work. She's still soaked and her most sensitive area is the pinkest he's ever seen. Her thighs are shaking, he feels it against his own. His left hand, he's using it, too. His fingers are touching at her clit, playing with it the way she likes. "It's meant to," he whispers. The smirk hasn't left his face.

"I'm gonna come again... Oh, fuck!" She groans. She's shaking uncontrollably under his touch.

"Hold it," he mutters.

"Harry, I can't!"

"I said, hold it," he tests her. He stops touching her clit, but his other fingers are still deep inside of her.

She grips onto the sheets and she's panting. "Harry!" She grunts and she rolls her hips gently with the little strength she has. "I'm trying," she whispers.

Harry smirks and touches her again. He's sucking at her neck. "Good girl," he teases her.

She's moaning and then she shakes her head when it's building up again. She gasps for air and her body moves uncontrollably. It's his fingers. They hit somewhere that makes her body jerk.

"Oh shit," Harry says when she finishes.

"Oh my god," she says as she pants. "That was... Oh my god."

He hums as he trails his wet fingers up her body and towards her mouth. He laughs. "It was really fun."

She watches him and she's still panting. "Yeah, I agree." She smirks as she takes his slender fingers into her mouth. She hums and sucks until he's clean. She then laughs with him once Harry lets his hand fall. She looks tired.

Harry finally lets her legs close. He watches as she brings her thighs together slowly. He then wraps his arms around her and places a soft kiss against her cheek. "Do you think we could go again?" He whispers with a teasing grin on his face.

Luna hums and for a moment she's thinking about it. She then looks up at him while she holds onto his arms. "God, no! We can't. I think we've reached a limit. I'm so tired, baby." She giggles and she closes her tired eyes.

"Fine," he says and grins from the sound of her giggle. He holds onto her and he's resting his cheek on the top of her head. "Luna?" He then says after a short moment.

"Yeah?" She answers. Her eyes are still closed.

"You're a dancer?" He remembers she mentioned having dance practice while they were talking in the living room.

"I was... Not anymore," she tells him.

"What kind of dance did you do?"

"Ballet," she says and looks up at him.

"Ballet?" He looks back at her.

She nods and smiles. "Yup, I was a ballerina."

"You were?" Harry's laughing.