Chapter 4 – Testing the Waters

Dean didn't know what to think. It was inviting, yes, but he couldn't believe the words she spoke. She looked at him intently, waiting for an answer. He waited for her words to eventually sink in. He noticed how the one faint light from the lamp had lit up her eyes. Her lips. His eyes moved from her mouth to meet her gaze.

"Well what do you suggest then?"

"Can we try it again?"

He sensed the caution in her voice, "I suppose we could." She moved a little closer to him that only his feather pillow laid between them. She didn't move, but her eyes were fixed on his lips. There was something weird about this time. Dean felt a little nervous. He thought that maybe this wouldn't live up to their first kiss, especially because the first time it just happened. There was something weird about purposely giving their kiss another go. He inched closer to her, still staring into her eyes. Closing his, he softly pressed his lips on hers. It was like bolt of lightning surged through his body when their lips met. She kissed him slowly and much more passionately than the last.

His heart began to race again, eventually stopping him from kissing her, "well?"

Luna sat there, taking slow, deep breaths, "Again."

Dean wore a confused expression his face. Did I do something wrong? This time, she threw the pillow aside and sat in front of him, tracing his hairline with her finger. She leaned in for a kiss, registering every bit of it into her head, and then she paused and looked at him, "I don't think this is what I was curious about."

"Hmm?"

She closed her eyes, brushing her lips on his, and then gently licking his upper lip. Dean didn't hesitate. He held her nape with his left hand, making sure he had control. He slowly let his tongue venture her mouth till it met hers. He felt himself getting hotter the longer they kissed. He gently tugged her hair as he tried his best to hold in a groan from the bottom of his throat. Euphoria took over again. His senses ran wild. Then they stopped again, breathing harder than the first time they kissed. She stood up, dropping her robe to the floor. There was a mischievous smile on her face as she pulled the blanket covering Dean over to the edge of the bed. He had been sleeping just with his boxers on.

She mounted him, making sure her ankles were locked on his lower back. She giggled as she felt his todger harden when she sat.

"How was that?" he asked, rubbing her lower back beneath her shirt.

"Brilliant," she smiled, slowly rocking her hips.

"Hmm," Dean glanced at her hips then at her face. "Right then." He kissed her again, using his left hand to switch off the lamp. There was something about the darkness and the secrecy that made his sex drive sky rocket. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightening her grip as her hips continued to rock softly as she kissed him even harder. Dean held back a chuckle as he noticed how frisky she got, pushing herself more on him. He responded back by working his hands upward, caressing her thin waist. Curious to see her reaction, he used his index finger to trace over her bra, snapping the hook on the back, but still keeping it fastened.

"Dean.."

"Yes, Luna?" he asked, now planting kisses on her slender neck.

"Don't tease."

He chuckled. He began to slowly unbutton her shirt, exposing her petite but perky breasts underneath a turquoise bra. He admired every bit of it, making sure not to remove her shirt just yet. He took his right hand and traced it over her collarbone, following it with kisses. Then he softly brought his hand lower to trace her cleavage, making her hold back a squeal. His kisses made their way down to her breasts as his hands slowly massaged them. She allowed him to have his way as he pleased. She dropped her head back, eyes closed, softly moaning as he continued to touch her. He removed her shirt and with his left hand, he quickly snapped her bra's hook. While massaging her other breast, his tongue licked the nipple of the other, feeling it getting harder as his tongue played. Once he sucked it, she gasped at what it did to her body. Her hips rocked at a faster pace, feeling her underwear getting wet over his hardened tool.

"Do we need to go any further?" he whispered as he kissed her neck again.

"There's nothing wrong, right?"

"Not at all."

With her eyes half-closed she replied, "Then I don't see why not." He smiled as she quickly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular physique. His chest, arms, abs; they were all lined perfectly as if it was a painting. She traced over his cuts as she began to kiss him again, feeling his arms flex while he grabbed her bottom. He gently laid her onto the bed, purposely rubbing himself over her pelvis.

"You need to do me a favor though."

"What can you possibly need?"

"Well both of us need to be really quiet. I can hold my own, can you?" he asked, both of the looking at each other face to face.

"Oh I can, don't think you can."

He smirked, "well maybe you can surprise me." He lay on top of her, kissing her harder than before. His left hand wandered to her breasts, down her stomach, eventually pulling her pants down. He threw her pants to the floor, then planting kisses on her neck as his left hand rubbed her crotch. With this thumb, he began to tug at her underwear. She noticed this, soon kicking her knickers off when they got to her feet.

It was warm and wet. Feeling her moist flesh drove him mad. She used her free hand to rub his erection underneath his boxers. There were only small moans. They both knew that if they had gotten carried away Bill and Fleur would wake up to only ruin the moment. Finding her clit, Dean rubbed it in circular motions as she only got wetter. He wanted to feel her. One finger penetrated her, and soon another. So warm. She gripped the end of the bed, her body twitching with pleasure but still trying to restrain herself. He withdrew his fingers, then moved her body towards the end of the bed so her legs dangled freely. He pushed his fingers in her again, this time accompanying them with his tongue. He licked her clit, sucking it as he thrust his fingers.

"Oh Dean…"

"Shh…" He stood up, dropping his boxers to the floor. She licked her lips, staring at his massive erection. She admired his body, so masculine, so perfect. She pushed herself off the bed, taking his hand and having him lay where she once was. Her hands found their way to his shaft, stroking it up and down, gently massaging his sac. She then taunted him with her tongue, licking his head and gently sucking on it. He watched her pull her hair back and began to suck him, her head bobbing up and down. His manhood was far too big for her to please him completely, so she followed her mouth with strokes from her hand. Though it felt amazing, he held back releasing, for he had to save it for what was going to soon enough. To his surprise, she got on the bed, her bottom now faced towards him, still sucking him pleasurably. He didn't refuse. He licked her clit once again as she pleasured him. At times they had to pause to enjoy the satisfaction the other was giving. This was too much for Dean. He wanted to continue with their foreplay, but he wanted so much to be inside her.

By impulse, he spanked her right cheek and she agreed. She crawled to the center of the bed lying on a pillow. She saw the eagerness in his face. She knew he wanted it, and she wanted it too. He crawled on the bed slowly towards her, "you have to be quiet, remember?"

He laid a hand on her knee, "Of course." Seeing what he was doing, she opened her legs wide, exposing her pink, wet lips. He grabbed his manhood, gently stroking himself as he rubbed it on her clit. She let out a little moan, closing her eyes. He slowly penetrated her, inch by inch. He would push in a little bit, then pull out, only to go back in deeper and deeper. It was more than euphoria, it was ecstasy. He was surprised to find how wet she was and it only made the pushing smoother, slowly driving him over the edge. He held on to her shoulder as he picked up speed. He had found his rhythm. The feeling was too good to be true.

Luna could not get over this new discovery. There was pain at first, but she enjoyed it. She bit her lip as he continued to thrust inside of her, feeling him go in and out of her body. She wanted more. She pushed her hands toward the wall behind her, jerking her hips with his movement. Without a word, he understood. His movements got deeper and harder. Both his hands now held her hips, making sure she got every piece of him in her.

"Dean…"

He leaned towards her, kissing her neck, still keeping her legs elevated, and giving her everything he got.

"Oh.." she moaned a little louder now.

"Shh, they shouldn't hear us," he caressed her neck, looking her in the eye. He didn't break from her gaze and it only made him move faster.

"Dean…"

"Shh…

"Oh my god…right there…" she whispered as she laid her hands on his back, trying not to pierce his skin. She wanted to yell, to moan; there was no feeling like this. Nothing compared to this moment. All their curiosity led to this, the only thing left was finish.

"There?"

"Yes…" she moaned into his ear.

"Luna…" he growled into the pillow as his speed picked up faster than ever. She heard their skin slapping against each other, her body begging for him to release. Her moans were slowly getting louder, unable to control the feeling. Then she reached it. Pure orgasm overcame her, so euphoric that Dean had to cup his hand over her mouth, stifling the moans. The sounds drove him crazy. His heart was racing with every jerk her hips made, pulling him closer, and closer.

"Ughhh…" He growled once more, and quickly withdrew from Luna, spreading his fluid all over her stomach. They were both gasping for air, their hearts pumping from sharing an orgasm together. It was mutual. It was refreshing. It felt so good.

He lay next to her, his eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling. His blood was flowing and for a moment he felt like the room was spinning. He closed his eyes for a moment, then Luna said, "Wow."

"Wow indeed," he turned his head to look at her. Her face glowed in the darkness, her cheeks stained pink from their body heat. He studied her face once more, even in the semi-darkness. Beautiful.