Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

[questionablewit]

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[withoutswords]

She smiles and reaches for him, pulling him closer. Just before their mouths meet, she says, "Show me."

[theywhowait]

He's blushing fire red, but his lips are eager and open beneath hers, and one hand goes shyly looking, to see if he can find that special bump that he was assured would please any woman.

(He has no clue what he's doing otherwise, but after that, he really has to try SOMETHING)

[withoutswords]

The act they have already shared has had some effect on her as well, but she still feels she needs more, so she finds and stops his hand in its explorations, breaking off their kiss with a short laugh, leaning her forehead against his. "Not--not just yet, I think," she says, a little breathless. "Work your way down, first--"

As she did days ago in the library, she takes his hand and returns it to her breast, even as she kisses him again.

[theywhowait]

He is obedient to her instruction, kissing her softly and obliging, hand cupping her breast and then fingers feathering over it to find her nipple and tease it.

"Like this?"

[withoutswords]

"Yes." It's more a sigh than a word, as she nips and teases at his mouth with her tongue, gasping a little every so often. "And--you used your mouth there, earlier--"

Around the time she said her legs wouldn't hold her anymore.

[theywhowait]

"Like this?" He smiles at her, amd obliges, bending to attend to her with tongue and teeth.

[withoutswords]

They were on their sides, but now she rolls to her back as he moves down her body, shivering as he explores with his mouth. "Oh...ah, yes. Yes, love." Her hands bury themselves in his hair, both encouraging and to keep his head in place, and just for the joy of it. She laughs a little, breathless. "I think...oh...I had better luck exploring my own pleasure, than you did with yours."

[theywhowait]

He presses his smiles to her skin as kisses. "Then you will have to direct me, to ensure you are best pleased!

[withoutswords]

"Mm...continue in this vein and I think you cannot fail, in truth..." His mouth and hands feel so much more intense than when she explored with her own fingers.

[theywhowait]

"That is well, for I am working almost entirely off your responses!" He tells her as he presses a kiss to her hip.

"Should I use my fingers first, Eowyn?"

I kinda want to give them a bunch of smut to study. Here, dears: learn.

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little, for that tickles a little, though not unpleasantly. "I had...not thought of any other way..." She frowns, trying to think. "You would use your mouth? Down there?"

looooooooool

[theywhowait]

"Well... the um. Book I read suggested it might be done that way." He says, blushing.

he is such an adorable nerd though.

[withoutswords]

"Oh!" An exclamation caused partly by the thought, and partly by a kiss placed in a slightly more ticklish location on her side. "I think...fingers first, yes."

This is wonderful, but also finally beginning to make her a little nervous, and a little impatient. Not a good combination, to Eowyn's mind.

He says thanks XD

[theywhowait]

"Alright."

He grins at her shyly, and reaches down, shyly exploring her.

"Like this?"

[withoutswords]

She frowns a little in concentration, her breath stuttering as he explores. "That is..." It is strange to feel someone else's fingers there, though also thrilling, and then he brushes the right place and her back arches. "There! Do that--" She gasps as he does, biting her lip and twisting a little as she tries to move so his fingers will be she wants them.

[theywhowait]

He's hesitant until he finds the spot that makes her arch, and he smiles, obediently testing to see what sort of touches she likes, soft or hard, fast or slow.

[withoutswords]

Once the place is found he is quick to remember it, and she is very responsive--embarassingly so, were she in any state to realize it. Touching herself did not feel like this. "Try--" She stops, gasps, tries to swallow to wet her mouth. Wet, that is what's needed. "Your fingers--inside me--"

Crude even for Eowyn, but words are difficult at the moment.

[theywhowait]

"Inside...?"

He watches her avidly and pauses briefly to consider, shifting his fingers so he can continue to attend to her while obeying, carefully watching her as he finds and then slides a finger into the wet heat of her.

"Like this?"

[withoutswords]

She gasps and reaches for him, needing to touch him somehow as he does this most intimate of activities. She pulls him up so she can bury her face in his neck, still gasping as he moves carefully within her, against her. She squeezes around him, adjusting to the strange feeling of being filled by his finger.

[theywhowait]

"Should I ... move it?" He kisses gently, slowly exploring and marvelling at the feel of her.

[withoutswords]

Her slight nod is lost somewhere against his neck as she holds him, eyes tight shut. She is a little tense at first but gradually relaxes as she gets used to this new sensation, before long ceases being strange and becomes pleasurable. "...More."

[theywhowait]

He's breathless, watching her, knowing he is the cause of her distraction.

"Like this?" He murmurs, moving the finger slowly to stroke within as well as without.

[withoutswords]

She cries out, the sound muffled against his skin, her body spasming in response. Sweet Vana, this is so much more potent than she imagined, than anything she experienced in her own explorations...she cannot answer, but the way she moves against him and the small pleading noises she makes hopefully say enough.

[theywhowait]

His own breathing comes quicker, watching and hearing her pleasure.

"You are so beautiful, Eowyn." He murmurs, continuing to stroke and touch.

[withoutswords]

They are not perfect at this; sometimes he loses the rhythm or the place and she groans her frustration, or she gets briefly distracted by some stray thought that seems to set her back in a way she cannot put into words. But it feels astonishing, intimate and wicked and at the same time strangely precious, a thing just for her and Faramir. A sort of tension begins to build and coil inside her, and she longs for it to release, longs for something she cannot describe, even had she breath to speak of it beyond gasps and half-phrases and his name, which are all she can manage, and those not coherently. She continues to cling to him, sometimes pressing a kiss to his face or neck, sometimes pressing her fingers into his back harder than she realizes. She loses all track of time, of place, of nearly everything save Faramir and what he's doing to her.