The little moan she utters fires through him like a burning arrow, and his thoughts focus to one aim: to make her sound like that again, and again, and more so. He scrapes his teeth lightly against the delicate skin of her throat, nips slightly where neck meets shoulder, pushes the glorious fall of her hair away from her ear and explores there, nuzzling and nibbling and kissing.
His free hand moves over all the bare skin he can find, her chin and neck, shoulder and arm, sliding down her side to her hip and back--and then, daring further, over her shift, as he runs his palms over the swell of her breasts. His own breath draws in sharply at the feel of those curves.
He pauses at that, leans up and looks at her. "You will tell me, will you not, if I do aught you dislike?"
He trusts she will; Eowyn has ever been forthright, never one to refrain from speaking her mind. It is one of the things he most loves about her. But this situation is new for both of them, and he wishes to be certain.
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Date: 2018-05-07 08:59 pm (UTC)His free hand moves over all the bare skin he can find, her chin and neck, shoulder and arm, sliding down her side to her hip and back--and then, daring further, over her shift, as he runs his palms over the swell of her breasts. His own breath draws in sharply at the feel of those curves.
He pauses at that, leans up and looks at her. "You will tell me, will you not, if I do aught you dislike?"
He trusts she will; Eowyn has ever been forthright, never one to refrain from speaking her mind. It is one of the things he most loves about her. But this situation is new for both of them, and he wishes to be certain.