His lips are hot and rough against her skin, the small graze of teeth only serving to send shivering excitement through her. She has never thought of a man kissing her this way, even in long dark nights with her hand drifting to the very place his own now presses; she has never taken time to imagine how it would be to have a mouth against the sensitive, pale skin of her breast, the warmth of his breath shuddering against her taut and yearning nipple. She groans low in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed, one hand groping instinctively to anchor herself on his hair as she rocks her hips against his hand.
Pleasure is a complicated thing. At the same time, she leans into it and recoils from it, frightened in a way she would never give voice to, excited by the upswelling of vast and uncontrollable want. It wasn't part of the plan. It isn't part of a good and modest noblewoman's desires. And right now, Éowyn can't find it in herself to give a single fuck about that.
She tugs on his hair, insistent, pulling him down a little lower to try and guide his mouth onto her nipple, wanting to know how it would feel. Her leg loops up around his hips, pulling him closer still, her nails now digging against the side of his neck, her toes curling with the mounting need in the pit of her stomach. Her breath is short now, coming in ragged gasps, and to her mixed embarrassment and excitement, she can actually hear how effective his hand has been, in the wet slap of his fingers moving against her now-dripping cunt.
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Date: 2021-04-09 06:49 pm (UTC)Pleasure is a complicated thing. At the same time, she leans into it and recoils from it, frightened in a way she would never give voice to, excited by the upswelling of vast and uncontrollable want. It wasn't part of the plan. It isn't part of a good and modest noblewoman's desires. And right now, Éowyn can't find it in herself to give a single fuck about that.
She tugs on his hair, insistent, pulling him down a little lower to try and guide his mouth onto her nipple, wanting to know how it would feel. Her leg loops up around his hips, pulling him closer still, her nails now digging against the side of his neck, her toes curling with the mounting need in the pit of her stomach. Her breath is short now, coming in ragged gasps, and to her mixed embarrassment and excitement, she can actually hear how effective his hand has been, in the wet slap of his fingers moving against her now-dripping cunt.