Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

[questionablewit]

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[theywhowait]

"Oh dear." He begins, and then he laughs helplessly, squirming under her fingers.

"Mercy, Eowyn, mercy!"

[withoutswords]

She laughs back at him, but relents after a few minutes, letting him catch his breath and looking decidedly smug.

[theywhowait]

"I yield, I yield!" He laughs breathlessly up at her. "And now you have me at your mercy, fair shieldmaiden, how shall I serve you?"

[withoutswords]

"Hmm, I must take thought to that." Her eyes twinkle. The flower crown is still on her head, but rather askew. "What skills have you to offer?"

[theywhowait]

He pretends to think,

"Well, I have many skills, this is true. Of most use to my lady, I have been told but recently that my tongue is clever, and I fancy my fingers also."

[withoutswords]

"Is that so?" She leans over and kisses him slowly, teasing. "Perhaps I should let you up, that you might show me these skills of yours."

[theywhowait]

"If released, I would make certain to please my lady properly." He agrees, kissing back.

[withoutswords]

"Very well." She relents and climbs off of him, laying herself down next to him, on her side. "Though I admit I should much prefer if you were very improper." Her eyes glint with amusement.

[theywhowait]

"Hm..." He rolls over to prop himself over her. "Exactly how improper are we talking?"

[withoutswords]

"Most improper," Eowyn breathes. Her gaze flickers from his eyes to his mouth, then back. "Surely you can...improvise..."

[theywhowait]

He grins back at her suggestion.

"I can certainly give my very best effort." He agrees, rolling to pin her and kiss her leisurely, before starting to kiss his way down.

[withoutswords]

She wraps her arms around him at once, kissing him eagerly and then tilting her head for him once he moves, humming her approval. Is it truly less than a day since they learned the whole of this dance? It seems much longer...she laughs a bit breathlessly as he finds a sensitive point, and rubs her leg against his, kisses the top of his head.

[theywhowait]

So long they have waited, it seems, that all of this is but one great and joyful dream, and Faramir sets about learning the body of his wife with his lips, taking his time to find out what sounds she makes.

[withoutswords]

The sounds she makes are numerous, varied in pitch and length, from soft gasps of delight to more drawn out moans. They all have a few things in common: all are unrestrained, all interspersed with his name or a caress to the hair, a clutch at his skin. All speak of desire.

By the time he is kissing her navel she is breathless and wanting, and lifts her head to smile at him. "How long do you intend to prolong this sweet torture, husband?" It is half a jest, for she has not forgotten that for the first time they have no time limit, no fear of discovery. If they wish to lie here and love each other for the whole of the day, they may--though she might combust first. "Would you have me beg?"

[theywhowait]

He grins at her, lifting his head from her body with a raised eyebrow.

"That depends, my wife, did you not suggest I should... improvise?"

[withoutswords]

"I did," she agrees, caressing his head. "And you do it wonderfully. But will you spend all the afternoon in teasing me?"

[theywhowait]

"Hmm." he grins, one hand tracing lazy circles on her hip. "The thought is tempting, but I suppose we do want to make it to our destination by nightfall!"

[withoutswords]

She shivers at those lazy designs he traces on her skin, his fingers raising goosebumps. "It would seem wise. Though, as you are down there..." Eowyn leans up on her elbows. She licks her lip. "You once mentioned using your mouth, there..."

And she is very curious how that might be, now that she knows what his fingers can do.

[theywhowait]

"I did." He nods. "Shall we see if the book was accurate?" He shifts to kiss her inner thigh.

[withoutswords]

It is almost ticklish, and she gasps and laughs as he trails his mouth up her leg. She is almost apprehensive with his mouth on her upper thigh, so close to such sensitive places...but there is a thrill to being touched here, where no one else has ever touched her, much less nibbled or kissed. The combination is a potent one. "Yes, my scholar," she says, breathless with anticipation and curiosity. "By all means, research."

[theywhowait]

"Do tell me if I need to... repeat anything." He grins, before setting back to work kissing up her thigh. He takes a moment, once he reaches her apex, before leaning in to taste her. All jokes aside, he is careful, not wanting to do anything she doesn't want.

there are no good words for that area but apex is not bad /takes note

[withoutswords]

That too is ticklish at first, as he kisses where only their fingers have been. Then he parts her and his tongue slips in, lightly tasting, and--

"Ah!" Her body jerks at the intensity of it, to her amazement. Not pleasure yet, exactly, the same as with his fingers, it seems she needs a moment to adjust, but even so...! She licks her lips, her breath suddenly much more rapid. "That--oh--do not stop--!"

lol I was like... WHAT CAN I USE?????

[theywhowait]

He takes a breath, but Eowyn sounds approving, so he tastes her again, tongue lapping along her folds, seeking for the rhythm that she likes, occassionally daring to dip just a little further in.

ALL THE WORDS ARE TERRIBLE I SWEAR I can go on at length about how they all are awful

[withoutswords]

"Oh Bema...blessed Bema and Vana, that...you...oh gods...!" She has no idea what she is saying, it is clear, and all her words are interspersed with gasps and cries such as she has never uttered, not even in the heights of passion they reached last night. She has no awareness of them. All her attention is focused on his mouth, warm and wet and teasing, and her hips roll against his tongue searching for the rhythm that she needs. "Faramir, Faramir...oh gods, yes...!"

Loooooool

[theywhowait]

There is nothing quite so satisfying, Faramir thinks, as hearing his wife and knowing that he's doing this to her. It makes him bolder, pressing in to dip into her, tasting the musk of her.