When he rolls his hips against hers, the press of his erection hard against her, Éowyn cries out, low and wondering. She shifts on top of him, instinctively, to kneel as she straddles him, her body curving up against his, breasts pressing soft and taut against his bare chest.
She gives him a scarce moment to catch his breath, to trace the line of her jaw - then quickly finds his mouth again, kissing him hard and passionately, with all the thirst of a woman lost for an age in the desert. One hand comes up to touch the hand against her face, to caress the soft skin inside his wrist, and then she slides it down between them, slowly but with purpose, towards the place where his cock strains against the cloth that binds it. To kiss, to embrace... these things are good, but they have waited so long already for this night, that now it is hard not to long for the wild and immediate.
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Date: 2018-05-29 07:09 pm (UTC)She gives him a scarce moment to catch his breath, to trace the line of her jaw - then quickly finds his mouth again, kissing him hard and passionately, with all the thirst of a woman lost for an age in the desert. One hand comes up to touch the hand against her face, to caress the soft skin inside his wrist, and then she slides it down between them, slowly but with purpose, towards the place where his cock strains against the cloth that binds it. To kiss, to embrace... these things are good, but they have waited so long already for this night, that now it is hard not to long for the wild and immediate.