Thank all of the Valar he is as needy and desperate as she; Éowyn is only too eager to assist, scooting to the very edge of the table even as Faramir pulls her forward. No less quiet than he, her sharp scream of gratification echoes in the room when he finally thrusts inside of her. There truly is no consideration spared for her comfort this time; not that it's needed, as ready as she'd been. Even the slight twinges brought on by the downright rough snap of his hips against hers only heighten her pleasure, moaning as he rides her hard. Everything about this encounter excites her to fever pitch in no time at all, her vocalizations turning more heated and climbing in pitch. The table creaks with every hard meeting of their hips, definitely not made for this purpose, but neither of them is in much of a state to pay that any mind.
Her fingers digging into his skin through the shirt he's still wearing, she urges him on amid moans and desperate cries with brazen words, wrapping her legs tighter around him and enjoying the force he's putting her under. Her gentle husband, inflamed to such hard passions! A side of him that only she would ever get to witness. The heady thought passes through her mind hazily at the same time as her body succumbs, her pleasure drawn to breaking point.
"Yes, yes... yes!" With that final exultation she shatters, squeezing and fluttering around his cock in hot, wet pulses, unsuccessfully muffling her deep groan of pleasure by biting at the join of his neck and shoulder, feeling him shudder against her a second before he shouts and spends himself against her deepest parts as he finds his own rapture. She holds him tightly through it, shivering herself and murmuring soothing nonsense, gently licking over the light teethmarks she left on his shoulder.
A quiet moment later, she begins to laugh; chuckling barely audibly at first before escalating into soft giggles, stroking his hair gently with one hand. "I am glad this table was sturdy enough to withstand us! It would have been awkward to explain why it broke..."
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Her fingers digging into his skin through the shirt he's still wearing, she urges him on amid moans and desperate cries with brazen words, wrapping her legs tighter around him and enjoying the force he's putting her under. Her gentle husband, inflamed to such hard passions! A side of him that only she would ever get to witness. The heady thought passes through her mind hazily at the same time as her body succumbs, her pleasure drawn to breaking point.
"Yes, yes... yes!" With that final exultation she shatters, squeezing and fluttering around his cock in hot, wet pulses, unsuccessfully muffling her deep groan of pleasure by biting at the join of his neck and shoulder, feeling him shudder against her a second before he shouts and spends himself against her deepest parts as he finds his own rapture. She holds him tightly through it, shivering herself and murmuring soothing nonsense, gently licking over the light teethmarks she left on his shoulder.
A quiet moment later, she begins to laugh; chuckling barely audibly at first before escalating into soft giggles, stroking his hair gently with one hand. "I am glad this table was sturdy enough to withstand us! It would have been awkward to explain why it broke..."