faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

He chuckles, lips still wrapped around her, pulling loose to smile at the look on her face.

"Then we shall have to try for both. Ladies first!"

"But you..." Even as she protests she pushes his head, encouraging him to pay attention to the other breast and crying out when he does. "Ah! But, I would not leave you wanting..."

And besides, already she aches for him, her legs open and wrapped around his, her hips moving. She knows what will soothe that ache and fill that emptiness.

He presses his joy and laughter to her skin in kisses.

"Well, if we're going to do this twice, my wife, I'm afraid you're going to have to go first, lest I be too weary!"

One teasing hand creeps over her hip and slips between her legs, questing.

"But...this way only I am pleased, and you did say you were not minded to wait..."

Despite this protest she reaches down, joining his fingers with hers as he explores.

He smiles, fingers tangling with hers as they touch and tease.

"I am just as minded to see you undone with pleasure though!"

Joining him in teasing herself is new, and that she likes it is clear from the flush on her skin, the juddering breaths she takes. "And yet--" Her hand separates from his, and she reaches lower, taking him in a firm, careful grip and beginning to stroke him in turn. "--I would also see you as undone, as overwhelmed."

He groans, hand falling still as he gasps into her shoulder.

"Unlike you though" He manages eventually, "I can do this but once before needing a rest!"

"That is so," she agrees, smirking a little as she turns her head to kiss his hair. "So perhaps I will but tease you a little..."

Which she does, a few more slow, gentle pulls, and then she runs light fingers all over him, then pulls once again, all the while kissing his neck and shoulder.

His hips shift against her hands and he buries his face in her shoulder with a groan.

"You are a terrible, terrible tease." He accuses, fingers promptly going back to work when released.

"And you are not?" she retorts, before seizing his mouth in another fervent kiss, moving against his fingers.

"I beg your pardon, I am attempting to bring my lady fulfilment!" He laughs against her kiss.

She is almost laughing too much to continue, her breath as interrupted by giggles as by gasps. But his kiss is distracting, and she winds her arms around him, gradually settling and letting herself enjoy his touch.

Even so, after a few moments she reaches to stop him. "This is good, but I would still prefer to share it with you, and have us both take our pleasure at once."

Obediently he pulls back a little.

"My lady is too kind!" He laughs softly. "So then, shall I let you take charge of this encounter?"

Her smile is answer enough, and she gently pushes him onto his back, leaning over to kiss him and stroking his chest with the palm of her hand. "First, I have a reputation to live up to." The words are a low, heated murmur against his mouth--and then she takes him in hand again, slowly teasing him.

He goes easily, smiling up at her with love, gasping and arching up against her hand.

"Ai! You will end me too soon, if you do that!"

She chuckles throatily and kisses him again. Her motions are slow, for she aims to tease and frustrate rather than truly bring him to the brink, and has now done this enough to have an idea of where his limits are, what signs mean he is too close to an end. The way he breathes, the motion of his hips...it is all a language she has learned to speak.

The pleasures of her hands and lips are both old and new, and Faramir groans at the pace she sets, head falling back to thump against the bed.

"Eowyn!"

"Yes, my love?" she asks innocently, as though she does not know the reason why he cries out thus. Her eyes twinkle with mirth and satisfaction. In truth, she finds doing this to him almost as pleasing as the things he does to her. To know she has such power over him is a heady thing.

"Tease!" He groans, hips twitching with the effort of staying still.

"I beg your pardon," she says primly, "for I am endeavouring to pleasure my husband." Her eyes twinkle with mirth as she uses his own words against him.

"Turning my own words against me!" He gasps, reaching to pull her down to kiss.

She laughs a little, though it quickly turns into a gasp of her own at the fervor with which he kisses her. She ends up half-spread over him, and from there it seems natural to shift so that she covers him entirely, straddling his hips. It is a position they have not yet been in, and Eowyn immediately discovers how she likes it, for they are pressed to one another in such a way that she may shift her hips so in a way that teases them both at once.

She breaks off the kiss, taking quick, shuddering breaths as she rolls her hips along him, exploring this new feeling. Her fingers clutch urgently at his shoulders. "Faramir--"

Faramir is all too happy to continue kissing, but when she shifts to stradle him and then moves...!

"Eowyn!" He groans, hands coming up to grip her hips.

"Beloved if you mean to sit there like that I don't know how much longer I will last."

The feel of him gripping her hips only encourages her, and she bends let were to kiss him, lips pulling at his. "Let us see," she manages, and reaches between them. This time she does not tease when she takes him in hand, but at once positions him so she may take him in.

Slow, slow, agonizingly slow, but so sweet and intense, and then they are joined again. She shivers above him, adjusting to the feeling--then moves, careful as she lifts herself then descends once more, learning how to ride him.

He groans, striving to not move beneath her until she is settled, and he cries out as she starts to move.

"Eowyn,Eowyn!"

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