He had guessed she would be responsive, but her reaction exceeds all his hopes. Faramir lays himself next to her, leaning up on elbow to better take in the glorious sight next to him. He doesn't want to miss any of it, not a single catch of breath or fluttered eyelash. His thumb works at her in small circles, then strokes, alternating and teasing; the knuckle that had barely parted her delves deeper until one finger is pressed inside her, slowly moving, learning the feel of her. He is well rewarded for any patience on his part by the sounds she makes, the way her hips buck into his hand.
"I love how passionate you are, my shieldmaiden." Quiet, encouraging words, not that she seems to need any encouragement. "Passionate and unrestrained and heedless..." He bends over and kisses her forehead, trails his lips down her temple to her ear, presses another kiss there even as his fingers speed up their rhythm a little. "I too would stay here always, would do nothing but love thee, drawing forth bliss after bliss until your cries of ecstasy reach Valinor itself..."
His breath is hot in her ear, and he kisses her there again as a second finger joins the first, carefully stretching her, curling in search of that place where the texture changes, where even more pleasure waits for her. In the barest whisper, he continues, "And I would fuck you until even your wild appetite was sated, my Éowyn. And then I would do it again and again, loving you until we are both too drained to think, and even then it might not be enough."
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Date: 2018-07-24 11:23 am (UTC)"I love how passionate you are, my shieldmaiden." Quiet, encouraging words, not that she seems to need any encouragement. "Passionate and unrestrained and heedless..." He bends over and kisses her forehead, trails his lips down her temple to her ear, presses another kiss there even as his fingers speed up their rhythm a little. "I too would stay here always, would do nothing but love thee, drawing forth bliss after bliss until your cries of ecstasy reach Valinor itself..."
His breath is hot in her ear, and he kisses her there again as a second finger joins the first, carefully stretching her, curling in search of that place where the texture changes, where even more pleasure waits for her. In the barest whisper, he continues, "And I would fuck you until even your wild appetite was sated, my Éowyn. And then I would do it again and again, loving you until we are both too drained to think, and even then it might not be enough."