She had thought that her own coarseness was a wonder, but to hear it from Faramir, who in all their courting has been naught but courteous and gentle in his words... Even in her fantasies, he has not spoken to her so roughly, and it thrills her to the core, all the more for the heat in his look and the lust in his voice. She gasps, in want and wonder and wild, wild need, and tightens around him; her laugh is not one of humour but of sheer discovery, wanton lust.
Tell me that again, she wants to urge him, tell me all you would do to me, without poetry, without gentleness... But she can hardly find the breath to speak, and her thoughts are not so clear as to form words, not with his touch drawing new pleasures from her in every moment, his mouth on her skin, his breath hot against her cheek. All she can manage is to open her eyes and look at him with naked, animal desire, her toes curling and her fingers tightening in her hair as she whimpers her ecstasy.
"We..." she manages, and wets her lips again, her voice a throaty murmur. "We have forever, love. Show me forever."
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Date: 2018-07-24 06:15 pm (UTC)Tell me that again, she wants to urge him, tell me all you would do to me, without poetry, without gentleness... But she can hardly find the breath to speak, and her thoughts are not so clear as to form words, not with his touch drawing new pleasures from her in every moment, his mouth on her skin, his breath hot against her cheek. All she can manage is to open her eyes and look at him with naked, animal desire, her toes curling and her fingers tightening in her hair as she whimpers her ecstasy.
"We..." she manages, and wets her lips again, her voice a throaty murmur. "We have forever, love. Show me forever."