luna_in_the_sky (luna_in_the_sky) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2007-11-05 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, luna, neville |
Not all surprises are good ones....
Characters: Luna, Neville
Summary: Not all surprises have to be planned out in advance.
Luna inhaled a deep breath of steamy air as she toweled off. Not one, but both of the twins had managed to spit up in her hair, and she hadn't felt truly clean after charming it away. The quick shower had restored her spirits. She swayed to the song she was humming, making it up as she went along. Mostly dry, she went back to the bedroom and continued her humming and dancing as she bent over the bed to retrieve the fresh clothing she'd laid out.
Neville flooed home, staggering slightly at the other end with weariness. It had been a long hard day. Autumn was in full swing, which meant a lot of physical work making sure that all the plants that needed moving and protecting were taken care of. It would have been impossible to manage without Faelan's help, but even with the two of them it had been a day of extremely hard graft. He was looking forward to a long shower, a hearty meal, and then curling up with Luna and the twins on the sofa for the rest of the evening. However, when he had dragged himself up the stairs and to the threshold of their bedroom, Neville suddenly found himself with the energy to fit something else into that schedule.
Luna was naked, and not only that, she was moving her backside in the most tantalising way as she danced to whatever it was she was humming. Neville stood in the doorway just watching for a moment as his cock hardened in his jeans. He adored the curve of her spine and her rounded buttocks. Feeling that Luna was overdue another surprise, he stripped off his tatty jumper as he crossed the room and quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him as he leaned over her. The position resulted in his erection suddenly feeling very snug and he nuzzled his way through her damp and sweet smelling hair so he could kiss her neck. "You are far too sexy when you're naked and dancing," he half-growled.
Luna stiffened when someone grabbed her from behind, but she relaxed into the embrace when the scents of brown and green registered. Neville's tone made her smile, though it felt like a rather wicked smile to her. "I am, hmm? I suppose that's a terrible offense. What are you going to do about it?" She didn't start up her humming again, but she wriggled in place, making sure that a good deal of that wriggling was against Neville's groin. She could feel his erection through his jeans as she pushed back.
"Mmm, I don't know whether to just fuck you or make you samba with me first," he teased back, pushing his hips forward and positioning his arms across her chest and under one of her arms as if he were going to take her into a roll. "You sure you don't want to go dancing one night?"
"I'm sure I don't want to go out dancing," Luna replied firmly. She might give in and dance with him on occasion, but going out for the purpose of dancing was a different sort of thing. "We can dance at home, if it's that important to you. I liked your first option better, though." She reached back and ran her hand along Neville's thigh and pushed against his groin again to emphasize her point.
"Yes, I think maybe the first option is best for tonight," Neville agreed, shifting the hand laying across her chest slightly so he was cupping a breast. The other hand he dropped down from her arm and smoothed down her front, over the curve of her stomach. Luna was back to her original weight, but with a womanly softness that drove Neville wild. His fingers delved lower, tickling at her damp pubic hair. "Only problem is how I am going to get out of these jeans when I don't want to let go of you," he said, before dotting her shoulders with kisses.
Luna's movements now focused more on pushing into Neville's hands, so close to doing what she wanted and yet stopping short, rather than tantalizing him. "Magic," she suggested as she grasped his hand, moved it slightly lower, and ground against it.
"But that still requires the use of one hand," Neville responded and made as if to remove the hand she was currently using as a sex toy.
He had only been pretending, though, and he carefully crooked his fingers, stroking them along the moist folds and then pressing gently against her clitoris. He removed his other hand from her breast and reached for his wand, which was tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. Reaching back made him lean further forward, pushing Luna onto the robes and mattress beneath them. He spelled his jeans off and groaned at the cool wash of air across his genitals and the soft press of Luna's bottom against his heated flesh. He dropped his wand and returned his hand to her chest.
He ground his groin against her backside and flicked his fingers gently against her clitoris in an almost tickling motion. He could feel that she was already wet for him, just as he was hard and throbbing for her. However, teased them for a few moments more, concentrating on the fleshy weight of her breasts as he teased the nipple of one and then the other. His lips found her neck again and he sucked on the muscle where it joined her shoulder.
Luna bit her lip and breathed heavily through her nose as she leaned against Neville for much-needed support. All consideration of purposefully tempting Neville flew from her mind, her body taking over and writhing of its own accord. Without the layer of denim in the way, her fingers dug into Neville's thigh, and her other hand clenched harder around his wrist. Her eyes slid shut and her head fell forward as she soaked in the assault on her senses, the pleasure radiating from her breasts and neck and clit. She could still feel the hard line of Neville's erection against her arse, and she wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. She shifted her legs apart further and bent forward as much as she could with Neville holding her. "Please," she murmured. "Take me."
"With pleasure," Neville told her hoarsely, and he released the breast he had had been kneading so Luna could bend even lower over the bed. Her robes were going to be pretty crushed by the end of this, but the thought only made Neville grin, especially when he wondered what the material would feel like rubbing against her peaked nipples as he slammed into her.
All the time teasing her with his fingers, Neville used his other hand to guide himself between her spread legs. It was a little awkward trying to position himself from behind. His breath caught when the tip of his penis first slid between and along her wet folds, and then he bent his knees and tilted his hips so he could push inside. He hastily transferred his grip to her hip as he lightly thrust back and forth inching himself inside. Fully seated he panted heavily, trying to listen and feel if there was any discomfort on Luna's part. Satisfied by the little noises she was making in response to the continued caress of his fingers, he wrapped his arm around her waist, withdrew as far as he could, and then slammed back in.
Luna let go of Neville and balled her hands in her robe in front of her instead. Her grip didn't stop her from skidding slightly from the force of Neville's thrusts, but she rested her forehead on the backs of her hands and made no effort to stay in place. The wool of her robes scratched lightly along the sensitive skin of her stomach and even more sensitive nipples, a strangely delicate sensation in the midst of Neville filling her vigorously and the sharp-hot spikes from his fingers on her clit. The space between her face and the bed filled with humid whimpers as her calves spasmed and her toes slid incrementally across the carpet.
The first few thrusts Neville managed to control. However, with each push of his hips his arousal heightened. Luna was bent over completely beneath him, her head lowered onto her hands on the bed, and the sight of her made him feel both incredibly powerful and turned on. Removing the arm from around her waist, he gripped her hip again. Straightening up slightly he was granted more leverage and a view of her back that made his breath catch. "So... fucking... hot..." he gasped between thrusts, the position and the urgency of his desire making his words more harsh than they normally were when they made love.
Luna agreed. Neville was far too sexy himself when he let desire overwhelm him like this -- not that he wasn't far too sexy when he was slow and gentle or submitting to her whims or laughing and teasing throughout or, hell, most of the time -- but her mind was far too busy with things below her waist to form words for all of that, so she moaned in a possibly affirmative way as Neville drove into her again. Her clit was throbbing, her whole body was throbbing, and the tension in her muscles spiraled ever tighter as her orgasm rushed towards her. Her fingers strained the fabric of her robes and the noises she was making became a continuous stream, like the humming except that her mouth was open, searching for air. Both were songs she made up as she went along.
It was all becoming too much for Neville. Luna was making the most beautiful noises and the thought that he had wrung them from her pushed him over the edge. The careful fluttering of his fingers against her clitoris became a frantic quiver as he tried to take Luna with him. He gave two quick thrusts and was coming before he could make a third. His hips continued to rock as he rode out his orgasm, and he half-stumbled forward, having to quickly brace himself with a hand on the mattress to prevent himself from collapsing on top of Luna.
A combination of sturdy construction and sheer luck kept Luna from tearing her robes as she orgasmed. She turned her head so that her cheek lay on her hands, blinking at the shock of cooler air on her damp face. For a few moments, she listened to their harsh breathing without attempting to move further. Neville's arm was trembling, though, and she dragged herself up on the bed enough for him to slip out of her and rolled onto her side to give him room to lie down as well. "Welcome home, dear," she said, a sated grin spreading across her face.
Neville let himself collapse onto the mattress and grunted in amusement. "You'd think with all this energetic sex I'd be losing weight," he joked. He grinned. "It's good to be home. Especially when I arrive to you naked and dancing." He craned his neck and kissed the tip of her nose. Then, realising that they hadn't had a proper kiss yet, he shifted forward and gently claimed her lips. As he kissed her he could taste the sweat from their faces, a salty tang that made him moan at the fresh memory they had just made together. "I think I made you all dirty again," he commented when he drew away.
"It's much better than spit-up." Luna rubbed the freshly-kissed tip of her nose against Neville's. "I suppose that since you went and made me all dirty again, you ought to help me clean up, though." She ran her thumb along the distinct line of dirt where the neck of Neville's jumper had been. "Looks like you could use some help, too."
"Mmm. Yeah." Neville sighed and pushed himself up from the bed. "Up you come then," he said, and bending, he swept Luna up and over his shoulder. He turned his head and cheekily bit the buttock nearest his face, before carrying her into the bathroom.
The sudden grope of his own backside felt very much like a challenge, and once he got his second wind he thoroughly enjoyed teaching Luna just who was boss - at least for that evening.