faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

That she likes this as well is evident in how she kneels before him, giving his hands all the room they need. Her own hands are busy in his hair, undoing the ties, her fingers threading through all the braids until they are undone, even as she kisses him.

He learns from her responses what she likes, how hard or soft he should touch, and he almost purrs as her fingers run through his hair.

"Should... I lie back or...?"

She kisses him in lieu of answering, blocking further questions with her mouth, and pushes him back onto the bed. Unlike Caranthir, Haleth does not bother to worry if she will squash him--but then she is so much smaller, easy to hold. Particularly when sprawled over his chest as she is.

He goes down eagerly, using the new position offered to trace up her sides and investigate her breasts.

She lifts herself up without breaking their kiss, giving his hands more room to roam and humming her approval at this new direction. The hum turns abruptly to a slight whimper as he finds a curve particularly sensitive to his touch.

He grins at that sound, and curves his hands to scratch a little in the same place, watching her like a hawk.

"Ah--" She breaks off the kiss with a cry, arching into his hand. "That--that is good." Haleth licks her lips, looking down at him, and raises one eyebrow. "Is it so for you?"

She suits action to word, skimming her nails across his chest, lightly grazing his nipple.

He grins again at her response, pleased to be able to elicit such reactions, and gasps softly as she does the same.

"Mm... that feels good, although I think I like your reaction better." So he does it again.

She is not caught by surprise this time, but still catches her breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "You asked me to show you," she says after a moment. "But it seems to me you would prefer to explore."

She does not look as though she minds. At all.

"I am being shown." He points out with a smirk. "I am, after all, merely following your ... vocal encouragements."

"So." It is said as in agreement, and the quirk of her mouth is amused.

Haleth rolls off of him, lying instead at side and reaching for his hand, pulling him up to lean next to her. "In that case, we shall have a practical lesson." Smiling more openly now, she pulls his hand to cover her breast. "And I will instruct you as you proceed."

He comes where she leads, eyes bright and interested.

"Teach me, and I will do my best to be a most obedient student."

He agrees with a smile, curling his fingers to teasingly massage.

It occurs to Haleth their positions are finally reversed. In the early days of their knowing one another it was he who tutored her--on equal footing, leader to leader, but still his was the greater knowledge and she had much to learn. And now it is the same, but with such a different subject, and both of them so much more enthusiastic...

Her smile is slow, confident and anticipating. She sighs approval as he massages at her breast. "That is good, but it will be better if you use your mouth. And better still if you use mouth and hands at once."

"As my lady commands." He agrees hoarsely and suits actions to words, dropping his head to press slow kisses across her breasts, just the barest scratch of teeth.

"Mm..." Her hand rests on his head as he works, stroking his hair as he mouths his way along her curves. "Not lady, and I do not command. With you, I am only Haleth." Her breath catches at the end of the word, and she chuckles a little, even as she sighs again with enjoyment. Her free hand joins the first on his head, that she may explore his scalp even as he attends to her.

"Haleth." He agrees, and lifts his head to smile at her. "My Haleth." Bending again he goes back to worshipping her breasts with his mouth, nudging happily against the hand in his hair.

She willingly tangles both hands in his hair, rubbing his scalp or stroking his hair, her fingers spasming every so often when his mouth finds a particularly sensitive place on her chest. "My Caranthir," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. Her breath is coming quicker now, interspersed with gasps as he explores, as her blood quickens, and she laughs. "You learn quickly."

He huffs a laugh, propping himself up to look at her.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." He grins wryly at her. "But you seem to like this, so..."

"I do," she confirms, smiling at him. "And I would tell you if I did not, and guide you. Though in truth my experience is not so very great, and you--"

She leans over to kiss him, her tongue parting his mouth and sliding sensuously against his. "You are much to be preferred," she murmurs. "I did not know then what passion felt like, and so did not know it was missing."

He all but melts against her kiss, opening his mouth to hers welcomingly.

"That is well, for it allows me to feel a good deal superior to your useless suitor of so long ago."

She can feel how his mouth yields to hers, the wondering hunger in it. "There is no comparison," she assures him, with complete truth. "Already I understand much that confused me in those days."

She kisses him again with hunger of her own, pulling him back up and wrapping her arms around him as she nips at his mouth. There is a melting sweetness to it, a heat that she feels growing, far beyond what she experienced before. There was pleasure then, yes, but only body pleasure, and that she now suspects not great. It is wholly eclipsed now.

She rolls them over while still kissing him, her hair sliding over one shoulder, then begins moving her own way down, teasing his neck with lips and teeth and darts of tongue.

"Good." He doesn't even protest the roll, only dragging her closer, head tipping back with a hiss.

"Oh! Oh, that's very, very nice..."

She makes a small noise of approval as her teeth graze against his skin, pressing in enough to make him aware of them without causing pain, then kissing lightly at the join where neck meets shoulder. "Mm...I will enjoy teaching you this..." she murmurs, biting a little harder at his skin there. One of her hands slides down his arm, enjoying the feel of his bicep against her palm. "And this is only a beginning."

He yelps, pulse jumping at the nip, his neck arching to give a better canvas for her.

"Oh? I will enjoy this lessoning."

She chuckles again wickedly. "Of that you may be certain." The words are almost a purr, a vibration of her lips against his skin as she kisses her way along his neck to the underside of his jaw. "What do you know of this, Caranthir? How is it spoken of or taught among your people?"

She knows he has never lain with another, and that to do so is a commitment, but beyond that she does not know. Surely they at least speak of it to one another, as curious youths do?

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she's more curvy than Eowyn, btw. Esp the hips.

I immediately thought of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLnZ1NQm2uk

WELP that seems fair. /rofl

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