Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[whattheydefend]

A similar gleam is in Faramir's eyes, and his mouth curves at the edges. "Think you so?" he murmurs, letting both his hands roam over her skin in slow, tantalizing movements. "Perhaps we should make a thorough comparison of both. Just to be certain."

[freo]

"Oh, yes," she agrees, her eyes a little hooded already as his deft hands -- gods, she loves his hands! -- travel over her bare skin so temptingly, teasing her. Shivering in a way that has nothing to do with a chill, she presses a bit closer still.

"After all, it is better to be safe than sorry, is it not?" Not that she's usually the biggest advocate of such idiom, but right now, it proves most convenient.

[whattheydefend]

She is wrapped so closely around him, the hard length of him pressed against her belly as she sits on his leg. He hums his agreement before kissing her, a slow dance of tongues. To him, the contrast of cool water and warmer skin is delicious, tantalizing and teasing at his senses. He hopes it is so for her as well.

And if it is not, well, he will simply have to make amends. He hands continue stroking her, arms and back, legs and hips. He cannot resist the urge to pull her in closer at that point, to grind against her a little. Already his impatience grows, try as he might to restrain himself. "How I desire you, my Éowyn!" he murmurs against her mouth. "Can you feel it?"

[freo]

Hardly a model of patience herself on a regular day, Éowyn responds eagerly, inflamed by the feel of his hard manhood pressing against her belly and his wandering hands that so deftly stroke and caress her body. She can only breathe a little moan against his lips when he grinds against her, shuddering in a way the cool water is not responsible for.

"Faramir," she whispers reverently amid hungry kisses, clear yearning lacing her low tone. Her hands grasp at his back and shoulders desperately, blunt nails digging into his skin as she kisses him with fervor now, playfulness forgotten in favor of pure desire.

[whattheydefend]

Whether it is the amount of time they have spent teasing each other already or simply Eowyn's own unbridled enthusiasm, Faramir is now as desperate as she is. She is still sitting on his knee, which is close to where he would like her positioned, but not close enough.

He grips at her, shifts her so she will wrap her legs around his waist, placing his cock right against her mound. Even with the coolness of the water and the linen of his braies still in the way he can feel her heat, waiting for him...Faramir groans into their kiss, his fingers almost bruising in their grip as he grinds against her. The water splashes around them as they move against each other. He kisses her like a man needing air, as one starving, as though he will never have enough.