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[takesnoshit]

She chuckles low and sultry as she kisses him again. "Do I?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He mock growls at her.

"You know you do! I shall have to work doubly hard to please you."

Pulling free reluctantly from the kiss he shifts back down, yet for all his bluster the touch of his lips to her folds is hesitant and unsure.

[takesnoshit]

"This is not a contest," she chides him, obviously amused. She lays back down, and to help him reaches down and parts her folds herself, revealing the places where she wants his mouth. She shivers all over at the first touch of lips there.

[grumpycatanthir]

He is hesitant, nose wrinkling a little at the first taste of her, but no Feanorian ever backed down from a challenge, and he wants very badly to bring her pleasure. Slowly, he licks along her folds, learning the taste, and learning the sounds she makes as he does.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth has for the most part been quiet during their lovemaking, her pleasure expressed in sighs and catches of breath and small cries now and then. It is so now also, as his tongue explores her crevasses, his lips catching on her most sensitive places. It is so--but there is a needy tinge to her quiet breaths that was not there before, a hitch that border on a whimper. At one point her hips buck a little against his mouth. "There--" she stops, shudders. "Again, there."

[grumpycatanthir]

"Here?" He murmurs, and obligingly repeats his lick, tending to the little nub that she seems to find most pleasurable.

[takesnoshit]

"Yes--" She gasps, swallows, tries again. "Yes, there. That is it--"

She gasps again, and one of her hands fisting in the blanket underneath them, her back arching. Unconsciously she begins to move her hips against his mouth as he continues, rolling them so his tongue finds just the right spot, and she grows more and more breathless.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir cannot help the very pleased smirk, and he obligingly keeps going, licking and then, since she did suggest it, very, very carefully applying just the very edge of his teeth.

[takesnoshit]

She gasps, then laughs, shaking her head. "No--no, I think the other was better. Caranthir--" She moans, arching against his mouth again, her hand tangled in his hair. "This is...by all the Valar, this is good..." And then lower, a few words in her own language, which he may or may not recognize. They are not polite, though they are certainly fervent.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Noted." He voice rumbles against her, pressed close as he is, and he grins as she starts to lose her grip on Sindarin, lavishly returning to licking.

[takesnoshit]

"Ah..." Oh, she is close now, so close, she knows it, for she has brought herself to completion many times with her own fingers. She considers stopping--but he will not last long inside her this first time, she knows, and she wants it so, and ai, the warmth of him, of his mouth, and then she reaches between them and rubs her clit a few times, short quick circles, with his tongue also there working at her, and she lets a sharp cry as she arches, tenses, stills.

For a moment she merely lays there panting in the aftermath, then she reaches to pull him back up beside her, kissing him with slow,d eep fervor, tasting herself on his mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

He comes as she tugs, a very smug looking smile on his face.

"Did I please my lady?" He purrs at her.

[takesnoshit]

She looks up at him with a sensuous smirk, amused by his obvious satisfaction. Not that it is unmerited. "You did," she confirms, kissing him again.

After a few minutes she rolls them over, begins moving down his body, kissing and sucking as she goes. "It would be...most discourteous, for me not...to reward your efforts..."

[grumpycatanthir]

He has grown a little soft, in the meantime, but he is quick to respond to her attentions, eyes dilating as he arches into her lips.

"Hm... yes I... agree that would... ah!... be... most kind."

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles low at his breathless, stuttered speech, the way he rises under her--in every sense. Again she stops at his nipple, sucking lightly and flicking her tongue over it--but this time one hand reaches lower, cupping him firmly for a moment, then circling him with thumb and fingers. She lifts her head a little to see his reaction.

[grumpycatanthir]

He groans, head going back.

"Haleth!"

[takesnoshit]

"Mm?" A teasing, distracted sound that does not need an answer. She moves her mouth across his chest even as she moves her hand around him, stroking him with slow deliberation.

[grumpycatanthir]

His hips move without his conscious volition, and he groans, hands scrabbling for some sort of purchase.

"Damn tease!"

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles again, well pleased by this reaction. "You would rather I did not tease?" she says, flicking her tongue delicately once more against his chest. "Very well."

Abruptly she releases him and moves further down, glancing up at him and pausing for just a moment, wearing an utterly feral grin, before licking him from base to tip, then taking him into her mouth.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Ai!" He arches hard, hands digging into the bed beneath to stop himself reaching for her instead.

"Haleth!"

Well, if there was anyone who was wondering what was going on in the tent they aren't any longer.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth hums her amusement, which also vibrates her mouth against that most sensitive skin. Her motions are all slow and deliberate, for this above all she knows is new to him, and most likely to overwhelm. She takes him in carefully, not very deep at first, then deeper. One of her hands searches for his, where he clutches at the bedsheets, and holds it tight.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Haleth!" The cry is almost a sob, and he clutches blindly at her, gasping as his hips rock.

[takesnoshit]

She does not keep going for long. Wonderful though the sounds he makes are to her, and much as she would like to finish him this way, if only for his own pleasure--no, not this time. Not this first time.

She slides her mouth off of him, careful not to be too abrupt about it, then climbs up his body until she is straddling him. She bends down and kisses him passionately, knowing he is near breathless. At the same time she rubs herself against him, knowing he will feel how ready she is, how inviting.

[grumpycatanthir]

He sobs as she pulls her mouth away, hips arching up to chase her, and his lips against hers are needy.

"Oh!" He gasps brokenly. "Haleth, please!"

[takesnoshit]

"Yes," she whispers against his mouth. "Oh, yes--" It has been a long while, but she remembers how this is done, her body knows what it wants. She reaches between them to take him in hand, positioning him so the tip is at her entrance, and pushes herself on him. "Ah, my love, my Caranthir, yes--"

It is good, being on top. She can control this, take him in slowly, give herself all the the time she needs to adjust to his girth, do no more than what is comfortable or pleasurable. And she can see his face as she slowly sheathes him, in a series of shallow thrusts that grow gradually deeper, until finally she has him fully enclosed.

She pauses at that, bent over him and breathing hard, all her skin flushed hot. "Caranthir?" One last question, to see if they are both ready for this last step. One moment to appreciate the anticipation, and this feeling of being fully joined with him.