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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?

He trembles against her kisses, hands grasping at her to draw her close. At her question, he blushes, despite that they are already laying naked with each other.

"I... we are taught the mechanics, of course. I know that much. And... mother and father were... ah... occasionally slightly less than discrete."

Haleth snorts a little, the huff of breath teasing his skin. "Educational, no doubt, but not of use here." She moves over to the other side of his neck, giving it the same attention she gave the first side. His body shivers beneath her; good. "Do you think you will like soft, caressing touches more, or more firm ones? Or a scrape of nails?"

She might as well be asking him if he prefers mint tea or willowbark, except for the bare warmth of her in his arms, the heat of her lips on his ear.

"A little moreso than my parents doubtless intended." Caranthir agrees with a wry smirk. "You'd think by the time I came along they would have learnt to lock the doors!"

He shivers again as she switches sides, and his voice has gone a little deeper when he answers. "I do not know, but so far, I think firm would be better."

This new huskiness in his voice pleases her. She scrapes teeth along his neck up to his ear, then bites gently on the earlobe, as one of her hands suits actions to his will and strokes his chest with long, firm movements. She flicks her tongue briefly in his ear and chuckles, clearly enjoying herself. "Do you like it?"

The scrape of her teeth draws a groan from him and he gasps at the bite.

"Very much so." He manages.

"Good." Research accomplished, she moves on, putting this new knowledge to good use. She scrapes her teeth back down his neck, then kisses her way along his collarbone. One hand finds his, and she twines their fingers together.

He groans again as she does, his own hands flexing on her skin aimlessly until her fingers find his, and he grips back, hanging onto her.

His chest isn early as hairless as his chin. Unusual in Haleth's experience, but it has its uses, made evident to her as she continues kissing her way down. When she reaches his nipples she too sucks on them, teasing them with tongue and teeth, looking up to see if this will affect him as it did her. Their hands remain firmly joined.

He shivers, obligingly letting her explore, and her teasing of his nipples draws a startled gasp and whimper.

"That... was... odd." He breathes, blinking at her. "I am not sure... do it again?"

She does, more slowly, kissing around the area as well and paying attention to how he reacts. If he seems to dislike it, she will move on. But if he seems to enjoy it...she drags her lip across the nipple, letting it catch at her mouth, and grazes with her teeth.

He frowns a little thoughtfully, but when she catches it in her mouth the gasp is a pleased one.

"Oh!"

Haleth's lips curl in a small smile against his chest as she continues, teasing and nuzzling and lipping at him, then moves to the other side to do the same there. Her hand picks up where her mouth left off, sliding her palm against the hard, pebbled nipple.

He groans as she switches sides.

"Ai, Haleth! W-what should I be doing?"

"That is obvious, my foolish elf." She leans up just enough to smile at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You should be enjoying it."

He manages a breathless laugh, hands tangling in her hair.

"Oh, I most definitely am doing that!"

"Good." There is a wicked, amused edge to her smile and eyes as she returns to her work, moving back up to his neck and biting lightly at the skin there. She bites harder, sucking, wanting to leave a mark. It will show in his eyes, he said, that his heart is claimed--but she would have it show on his skin also.

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