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It is a fair question, for she is not known for being quiet, but Eowyn only smiles. "I will put the utmost care into restraining myself," she says solemnly, pushing his head downwards.

"Well then!" He chuckles, sliding down to nuzzle against her belly button, and then kiss his way down. Ever since the very first time, he has enjoyed doing this for her, knowing how much pleasure it brings her as he tastes her.

She sighs her contentment, her body lifting against his mouth in appreciation of his touch, of these gentle attentions. More, it feels healing in some way...perhaps because it has been such a while since they enjoyed each other thus, or perhaps because she went through such pain at the birth. Her eyes are soft and fond as she watches him gradually move downwards. "My Faramir," she murmurs. "Such joy you bring me, always."

He stops long enough to smile at her boyishly, knelt between her thighs.

"It is my greatest honor to be allowed this." He tells her, and then stoops to kiss her most intimate place, licking at her folds and tasting her.

His enthusiasm makes her grin, and his statement is an impressive one considering that he was once honored with a princedom. And then his mouth is there and Eowyn bites back a gasp, laying herself down once more and surrendering to his attentions, spreading her thighs to make it easier for him.

This is something he likes to think he is becoming quite proficient in, driving his wife to utter distraction with nothing more than his lips. He sets a steady rhythm, teasingly dipping deeper from time to time, making sure to brush against her clit regularly.

She does stay quiet, for the most part, but it takes effort; even with that effort her breathing is more labored than usual, shuddering, with small high-pitched whimpers escaping her at times. He is a wonder, slowly and skillfully drawing pleasure from her as she rolls her hips against his tongue. Every so often she bites back a louder cry, or finds herself digging nails into her shoulder or leg, as heat and pressure build deliciously within her.

As he feels her tension build he works harder, dipping into her and paying careful attention to her clit before pulling away at the last to grin at her.

"Should I finish you this way, my wife?"

The moan of frustration she lets out as he stops is the loudest she's been yet, for she has managed to restrain herself. Eowyn reaches down to push his head back into place. "Yes. Bema, please, yes." It is less a request than a demand.

He's laughing silently as she pushes him back down, but he goes willingly, and this time he doesn't stop, dipping as deep into her as he can, the gentlest touch of teeth to her clit.

She willingly lets herself be selfish, for she knows how he loves doing this for her, to her, and besides he will have pleasure enough of his own before long...so for now she gasps and sighs, rolling her hips against his tongue in the rhythm she wants, until finally her climax rolls through her. She does cry out then, try as she may to hold it back, but by that point she is heedless of all else save her beloved and the bliss he is giving to her, her fingers tangled in his hair as she tenses and then releases, limp and sated.

He licks her through the aftershocks, and then sits up again, reaching to brush the hair from her face fondly.

"Did I satisfy correctly?"

"You know full well you did." Her smile is sweet and satisfied as she reaches for him, pulling him down for a kiss. She can taste the tang in his mouth.

"Good." He laughs and kisses her happily. "And you even managed to keep quiet out enough to not disturb Eldarion!"

"Remember that, next time you tease me for making too much noise during our lovemaking!" She laughs softly and kisses him again, teasing at his mouth with her tongue.

He grins, kissing back.

"I will remind you again and again." He teases. "For we now know that you can be quiet, if pressed!"

She mock-scowls at him in protest. "I have been quiet before!" Which is true. It just takes concentration, and she generally prefers to lose herself in the sensations he creates. As he knows all too well, and prides himself on.

Eowyn trails fingers lightly down his spine. "And you would do well not to tease overmuch, husband. Unless you do not wish me to return the favor for you?" Her fingers wander down to his arse, which she grasps as she rolls her hips under his suggestively.

"On occasion." He agrees with a laugh that turns into a gasp, and then a low groan as she rolls her hips.

"I must humbly beg my lady's forgiveness!" He manages. "And plead for her to be merciful!"

She looks pleased by this reaction, looking up at him slyly. "What mercy would you have?" She still moves under him suggestively, hoping to further steal his breath.

He groans, biting his lip to keep his own silence.

"Eowyn, I need to be in you."

That direct response stops her breath, floods her with heat. "Already?" she manages, after a moment's recovery. "You would not have me attend you as you have me, with hands and mouth?" She leans up a little, whispering in his ear. "For I well know how you like to have my mouth around you..." In truth it is not a real suggestion, but words to inflame him.

He shudders, dropping his head to rest against her with a groan.

"Well. I would hardly say no..." He manages breathlessly. "I will leave it to the Lady's discretion."

She chuckles throatily, pulling him back up for a kiss with one hand and reaching down with the other. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers, palming him. "I want to feel it when desire overtakes you. Husband--" She kisses him again, her earlier satiation replaced by new passion. "Show me what you need."

He groans again, biting his lip as his hips shift against her hand, fighting not to move.

"You, oh, oh, Eowyn, I need you."

They never finished undressing him, but that is easily attended, and her hands are already there to help him. It is the work of a moment to shove his breeches over his hips and kick them off, and then she is pulling him back above her, helping him position himself, drawing him in. Her hands on him are as urgent as his words were, and she whispers "Yes, yes, yes..." as they finally join together. It hurts a little despite his earlier activity, and she does not care, for she wants him fiercely.

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I'm sure 'arse' is not Tolkieny but darn it every other word is worse.

LOL

Sex anatomy is ridiculous

lol true

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