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[withoutswords]

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."

[theywhowait]

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!"

[withoutswords]

"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.

[theywhowait]

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.

[withoutswords]

"And you are not?" she retorts, before seizing his mouth in another fervent kiss, moving against his fingers.

[theywhowait]

"I beg your pardon, I am attempting to bring my lady fulfilment!" He laughs against her kiss.

[withoutswords]

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."

[theywhowait]

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?"

[withoutswords]

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.

[theywhowait]

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!"

[withoutswords]

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.

[theywhowait]

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!"

[withoutswords]

"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.

[theywhowait]

"Tease!" He groans, hips twitching with the effort of staying still.

[withoutswords]

"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.

[theywhowait]

"Turning my own words against me!" He gasps, reaching to pull her down to kiss.

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little, though it quickly turns into a gasp of her own at the fervor with which he kisses her. She ends up half-spread over him, and from there it seems natural to shift so that she covers him entirely, straddling his hips. It is a position they have not yet been in, and Eowyn immediately discovers how she likes it, for they are pressed to one another in such a way that she may shift her hips so in a way that teases them both at once.

She breaks off the kiss, taking quick, shuddering breaths as she rolls her hips along him, exploring this new feeling. Her fingers clutch urgently at his shoulders. "Faramir--"

[theywhowait]

Faramir is all too happy to continue kissing, but when she shifts to stradle him and then moves...!

"Eowyn!" He groans, hands coming up to grip her hips.

"Beloved if you mean to sit there like that I don't know how much longer I will last."

[withoutswords]

The feel of him gripping her hips only encourages her, and she bends let were to kiss him, lips pulling at his. "Let us see," she manages, and reaches between them. This time she does not tease when she takes him in hand, but at once positions him so she may take him in.

Slow, slow, agonizingly slow, but so sweet and intense, and then they are joined again. She shivers above him, adjusting to the feeling--then moves, careful as she lifts herself then descends once more, learning how to ride him.

[theywhowait]

He groans, striving to not move beneath her until she is settled, and he cries out as she starts to move.

"Eowyn,Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

"Yes--" It's more a hiss between her teeth than a word, because this feels perfect, he feels perfect, this is what she wanted, all she wanted...she has all the control and that is a wonder, and she quickly learns how to roll her hips as she moves, so that all the places that most crave sensation receive it in turn. "Faramir, you--oh, my love--" Her hands rest on either side of his head, so she may hold herself in place above him, and whenever she opens her eyes she can see his face taut with the same ecstacy she feels. "Faramir--!"

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn!" He groans in counterpoint, hands flexing on her hips as he falls into her rhytm, moving with her.

[withoutswords]

It is different from the other way they have tried--not as forceful, not as intense, or rather the intensity is more drawn out. The pressure is slower to build, but she is more aware of it, of both their bodies and how they move. She gradually increases their pace, wanting more.

When she finishes it catches her by surprise, washing over and through her like a wave instead of crashing down, and she gasps and shudders around him, her head thrown back.

[theywhowait]

He cries her name as she clenches around him, tumbling rapidly over the edge after her, hands almost bruising on her hips.

"Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

She does not collapse on him; that much control she maintains. She rides out his pleasure as she rode her own, feeling him pulse deep within her, and when they are both spent she lifts herself off and lays herself down at his side, in the circle of his arm, breathing hard.