He groans when she rocks her hips against him, kisses her again--but then she locks her feet behind his back, strokes his skin, and she's hot and wet and perfect around him and he cannot breathe, cannot think, can only keep moving inside her. He manages a few scraps of words between ragged gasps for air, love and meleth nîn and Èowyn, Èowyn, Èowyn...all of him is burning and the pressure builds and builds, and with it the pleasure.
And then he can't hold back longer however he tries, whatever he wishes. His thrusts become fast and hard, tension coiling low in his belly and then suddenly bursting. He comes with a loud cry, with a few more quick, hard, deep thrusts, his expression somewhere between agonized and ecstatic. He rests on his forearms above her, breathing hard and buried to the hilt, body shaking with release.
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Date: 2018-10-05 10:40 pm (UTC)And then he can't hold back longer however he tries, whatever he wishes. His thrusts become fast and hard, tension coiling low in his belly and then suddenly bursting. He comes with a loud cry, with a few more quick, hard, deep thrusts, his expression somewhere between agonized and ecstatic. He rests on his forearms above her, breathing hard and buried to the hilt, body shaking with release.