She cries out, low and strangled, her head arching back as he bites the thin skin of her exposed neck. That drives her over the edge, as much as his fingers do, and she bites down on her lip until the blood drains from under her teeth, her eyes rolling up into her head as she gives herself over to it. This orgasm is not so overwhelming as the first, but in a way the sweeter for it, as she is less lost to the world, more able to cling to the feeling of him against her and inside her, the fine detail of his hair brushing against her chest, his breath on her throat. It is less transcendent, but more wonderful for it.
She sighs in pleasure and lets herself fall limply back against the sheets, looking up at him with unfocused eyes. "Faramir, beloved..."
There are no words to follow it. All she can do is sigh again, and raise one leaden hand to touch his cheek, blissful and, for once, unconcerned by anything else but this sweet moment.
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Date: 2018-07-27 09:52 pm (UTC)She sighs in pleasure and lets herself fall limply back against the sheets, looking up at him with unfocused eyes. "Faramir, beloved..."
There are no words to follow it. All she can do is sigh again, and raise one leaden hand to touch his cheek, blissful and, for once, unconcerned by anything else but this sweet moment.