He has thought about exactly this more than once, during the months leading up to their wedding, has lain in this bed touching himself and imagining it was her fingers, her mouth on his skin, her voice whispering to him, her hair caressing his chest from where it falls over her shoulder...oh, he has thought about this. But the reality is potent beyond anything he imagined, dangerously so, for he can feel the tide rising in him already, surging, and he longs to let it overtake him.
Reluctantly he returns his hand and lays it atop hers, this time stilling her fingers, slowly removing them and keeping them clasped hard in his own. "Not yet." The words are a hoarse murmur followed by a kiss on her hair, and he uses his other hand to take her chin and tilt her face back up for another slow, scorching kiss. "Not yet."
And then he laughs, twists under her and pushes her on to her back, drags his mouth from hers to her chin, the delicate skin of her neck, down her chest, trailing a line of kisses between her breasts. "My beloved, my bold shieldmaiden, my Éowyn..." There is laughter in his voice as he moves down, slow and deliberate, his hands following in the wake of his mouth, caressing and teasing.
"Surely you would not want me spent so soon..." His tongue dips briefly into her navel, and there he changes direction, moves back upwards and captures one breast in his mouth, laving and sucking, and only when the nipple is hard and pebbled and aching does he move his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment. One hand slides under her, splaying on her back, pressed to the sheets beneath them; the other continues its teasing route downwards, pauses to tug playfully at the darker, coarse curls between her legs, slides against her thigh and pushes just slightly, encouraging her legs to part. "Not when there is so much more yet to do." He looks up at her for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mirth and affection. "You know I am most attentive to all my duties."
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Date: 2018-07-23 09:53 pm (UTC)Reluctantly he returns his hand and lays it atop hers, this time stilling her fingers, slowly removing them and keeping them clasped hard in his own. "Not yet." The words are a hoarse murmur followed by a kiss on her hair, and he uses his other hand to take her chin and tilt her face back up for another slow, scorching kiss. "Not yet."
And then he laughs, twists under her and pushes her on to her back, drags his mouth from hers to her chin, the delicate skin of her neck, down her chest, trailing a line of kisses between her breasts. "My beloved, my bold shieldmaiden, my Éowyn..." There is laughter in his voice as he moves down, slow and deliberate, his hands following in the wake of his mouth, caressing and teasing.
"Surely you would not want me spent so soon..." His tongue dips briefly into her navel, and there he changes direction, moves back upwards and captures one breast in his mouth, laving and sucking, and only when the nipple is hard and pebbled and aching does he move his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment. One hand slides under her, splaying on her back, pressed to the sheets beneath them; the other continues its teasing route downwards, pauses to tug playfully at the darker, coarse curls between her legs, slides against her thigh and pushes just slightly, encouraging her legs to part. "Not when there is so much more yet to do." He looks up at her for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mirth and affection. "You know I am most attentive to all my duties."