His excitement inflames her, her heart thundering in her chest as his hand covers hers, as he guides her between the warmth of his hand and the heat of his cock, as the soft skin of his shaft moves over the hardness beneath. She gasps for breath when he pulls away, her colour high and her eyes bright, and speeds her motions a little, revelling in her power to undo him, in the knowledge that it is her hand that draws those sounds from him, her acts that make his breath catch and his heart race.
Pulled against him, she kisses every part of him she can reach, lavishes kisses on his throat and jaw and shoulder, and between her kisses, she murmurs endearments in mixed Rohirric and Westron: ai, hjartað, ai, my love, my lord...
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Date: 2018-07-23 02:31 pm (UTC)Pulled against him, she kisses every part of him she can reach, lavishes kisses on his throat and jaw and shoulder, and between her kisses, she murmurs endearments in mixed Rohirric and Westron: ai, hjartað, ai, my love, my lord...