Little moon
Chapter two: Her Ivory Oasis
a/n: This is going to be a three parter I've decided!
"Bed."
Ginny grasped Luna's thin, translucently pale fingers in her own and guided her out of the pool. A manic surge sped through her veins as she twirled the blond, narrowing missing a wand end to the eye.
She swayed and twirled with the object of her affection- back to the direction of the opulent four-poster. The plush carpet unfoot lush on their pruned feet.
Luna sat herself down on the end of the cream bedding, her fingers working diligently to unclasp the garter from her stockings. Ginny pulled her to her feet before slipping down to her knees, her palms warm against the dip of Luna's hips.
"Allow me." She whispered, an airy kiss purposeful on her each of her front buckles. Trying to hide her clumsy fingers she lent in close, her lips warm on the water chilled skin. Slowly she unclasped each of the pulls before she was free to peel the soaked sheer stockings from her slim legs.
She beckoned Luna to step closer. She made sure to kiss and commit every mole decorating the older girls taut stomach to memory before gripping the garter and lace of her panties and pulling them both unceremoniously down brisk legs.
Ginny tossed the damp clothing over by the low kindling fire, watching it fall gracefully onto a thatched fur rug. Turning back to the gorgeous specimen before her she felt a breath catch in her throat as she studied the now completely nude woman. Her fingers slid up hairless legs, thumbs stopping just short of the sprinkle of trimmed hair at her sex.
Luna was quivering, looking down her sheen eye wide and glimmering with something wild. Ginny caressed the tumid lips of her partner, her touch pushing against the slit, feeling the mist of arousal. She felt her own loins pulse in wanting.
At this touch Luna stepped back and fell against the palatial weave of fabric, a moan escaping her throat on impact. Her body was flushed a deep pink. Ginny smirked before spreading a sequence of kisses on both knees, and up the length of her legs before planting one firmly below her shallow belly button.
Pressing one knee to the right of Luna, Ginny hoisted herself atop the bed- gripping the thin waist of the laying girl and sliding her up the silken bedclothes.
Her training had finally come in handy for something other than Quidditch.
Luna giggled and Ginny climbed upon her- the other knee resting between the warmth of her thighs. She captured the blondes lips in a bold kiss, feeling fingers dance down her back before clawing at the only piece of clothing residing on her body.
The ginger raised to her knees and declared, "If you want them gone, you're going to have to remove them yourself." Her plump lips split into a devilish grin that Luna recognized as a classic weasley trait.
She pushed up the bed and sprung to her knees. Her curls a mess of tendrils wrapping around her body. Ginny bounced back, preparing herself for whatever the blonde might do. Luna pouted, and wobbled closer- their shifting uneasy on the cushiontop.
The fair haired girl passed Ginny. Strewning a few shoulder kisses in her wake as she meandered behind the redhead, obviously up to something.
Luna had always kept her nails on the longer side, using them to her advantage as she stroked the line from the back of Ginny's hairline, down to the lace band of her undergarment. A shiver motioning the younger girls core. She faltered forward, enjoying the simple nerve tickle down her spine. Carefully and gingerly she pushed Ginny's melted body down against the fluff of pillows. The flourish of her fingertips raising the blond hairs on ginny's back to full attention.
The pressure increased- the feather light touches and gentle waves of stimulation became more nips and scratches. The resting girl could feel the warm breath against her back, and the smooth straddle of hips on upper thighs.
She felt her body tense with arousal the closer Luna got to her hips. An occasional stroke was saved for her inner thigh, or the sides of her stomach. If there was any blood left to travel to her loins- it was there now.
The ginger spread her legs, and arched her hips back- giving Luna permission to explore as she saw fit.
Luna slid the luxurious garment down Ginny's legs, planting chaste kisses everywhere the lace touched. She made sure to toss the panties in the direction of the fire- in hopes that these pieces would be dry before their excursion was over.
She turned her attention to the bare back of the woman laying before her. Her backside was a perfect firm curve. While her body was slender, Ginny was much more athletic. Her hard work paid off and Luna made to show her appreciation.
She started with the feet- leaving little kisses on the soles. She nipped the strong muscle of her calves and swept up the back of her thigh with a gentle caress of her tongue. At this heat Ginny spread her legs further, Luna grinned wickedly.
"Ginevra, would you mind turning over?" It wasn't really a question as Ginny flipped with an agile movement. The ginger had only been intimately exposed like this with one other person and that was nothing compared to the electricity of this moment.
Glacier eye raked down her body, and she made a meek attempt to cover herself- only to halt at the sight of Luna shaking her head, smiling lovingly.
"No.. No…" She slid her body down and across Ginny's, hip to hip. Her fingers combing through the gingers thick, damp tresses before she started to descend.
A suckle of neck, nip at the hollow of her throat, pecks to both collar bones as her hands gripped firming to Ginny's breasts- massassing them, and toying with the hardened nipples.
Her fingers lifted and traced a set of smooth lines along the lower rib cage before she nestled down between the other girls shivering thighs. Her lips mouthed soundless words against the goosebump erupted flesh.
Her lips grazed the top of the other girl's hairless peach. It shimming in the low fire light, wet with anticipation. Ginny bucked her hips mildly, a low hum in her chest.
"Please.." Her voice was barely above a whisper but held the pleading of a shout.
Luna complied immediately, her tongue peaking out, savoring her partner. She tasted of skin, sweat, and something sweet. As soon as her face was buried between the sculpted legs of her lover, Ginny began to swear.
A wave of euphoria spread through her body with every lap of the blonds tongue. She was quick and firm, keeping an even pace. Her fingers laced around the outsides of ginny's thighs, holding them in place as the younger girl squirmed with delight.
Luna slowed to an agonizing pace, her tongue reaching further, pressing down against the opening. Ginny let out a guttural moan, thrusting her hips down onto Lunas curious tongue.
Luna probed the velvet head while continuing with her laps. Ginny was soundless, though her lower lip was caught between her front teeth. Her chest rising a falling in rapid succession.
Luna snaked one of her hands back around the thigh, thumbing the opening while her tongue continued.
Ginny reached down with both hands and gripped within the mess of curls and flowers, pressing Luna further into her lap. "F-"
Without warning Luna pulled the throbbing clit into her mouth- sucking lightly, her finger pressing in past the entrance. She heard the harmony of moans pushing passed Ginny's swollen lips, and felt the smooth muscle tense around her finger. She pumped in rhythm with her sucking- preparing the girl beneath her for another.
One hand held a ironclad grip on a rope of blond hair, the other tearing eagerly at the golden sheets. The bedding was pooling around her flailing body, pushing her hips up towards Luna and that devilish mouth of hers.
"More." Her chest quaked, and she choked out the plea. Normally she would be ashamed of being seen so desperate but she was brimming on the edge of something amazing, and she couldn't lose it now.
Luna nodded, pulling away from the body below her only for a moment. She glanced around the room and saw a lone broomstick leaning against the far wall, a side the fireplace. She bounced off the bed, and hurried for it, bounding back to the writhing girl as quickly as her body would carry her.
Ginny propped herself up on her elbows, eyeing the blond nervously.
"You're… not going..to..?" She was breathless, her hair a tangle around her gorgeous oval face.
Luna look quizzically at Ginny, to the broom and back at Ginny before the question clicked and she gasped, "OH! Goodness no.." She giggled and hopped back on the bed, her spring caused Ginny to fall back
.
"But I am going to use this..." Luna declared with triumph as she hooked the handle of the broom under the girls freckled knees and used it as a bar to hold them to her chest. Ginny gasped as she rocked back again, her feet in the air.
With a renewed effort she plunged two fingers, racking them upward against the roof of her entrance, while Luna's tongue teased her swollen slit.
Two fingers turned to three- pressuring the roof with every thrust out. Ginny was jostling again- having difficulty keeping her moans at a reasonable volume.
Luna hummed against her- sending an additional vibration up though the ginger girls pleasure strewn body.
They rocked together, Luna holding firm on the broomstick- she could feel Ginny's hips quaking beneath her. She upped her pressure and quickened the pace of her slicked fingers, her tongue keeping the same steady measure against the tumescent clit. With a final buck of her hips Ginny let out a primal moan, "Luunaa I'm c'mmmm."- a burst of liquid erupting from her as Luna slipped her fingers out against the immense pressure.
Ginny lay panting. Her body seizing and shuddering.
"I… can't feel my toes." She whispered into the now silent room. With this Luna busted into a fit of giggles before climbing up and straddling Ginny who took her cum drenched fingers and pressed them to her lips in a gentle kiss- tasting herself.
Luna sighed easily and made an effort to flop down next to Ginny.
With a quick reflexe Ginny gripped her hips, pulling her far forward so the other girl's knees were straddling either side of her face, her arousal beaded sex rested right above the redheads' wanting lips.
"Oh my little moon… we're not done yet."