faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

Those gentle touches to her neck make her toes curl. She always thought that was but a metaphor. It is almost painful in its sweetness, and already she aches with wanting. "Oh...oh, I hardly know," she manages, breathless, skimming her nails down his back. "What would you?"

Down her neck and slowly down her breasts.

"As much as I would enjoy taking our time, I don't really feel like waiting." He admits.

She should do more, she thinks dimly as he turns her onto her back, moving his way down, should do something more to please him in return, but oh, his mouth, his hands...warmth spreads through her, and she gasps at the sweetness of it as his lips brush along skin afire with anticipation. "Perhaps...we might have time for both...?" she manages, tangling her fingers in his hair as he hovers above her chest.

"That," he murmurs between kisses. "Will depend entirely on if anyone decides to come and disturb us!"

"They had better not," she manages dizzily, her head spinning. Her back arches and she cries out and his mouth closes around her nipple.

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.

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