It would be funny if her lover managed to break the royal bed his first visit to Meduseld. The carpenters who made the thing might not find it so humorous, but Éomer undoubtedly would. For now, the creaking is a detail easily ignored in favor of other, more important things, things like the tension she can feel mounting in Eskel's body between her thighs, tension that winds tighter and tighter until it breaks and he slams his hips against hers.
She strokes her hand down his spine in a gentle pet, the other arm wrapped securely around his shoulders as he shudders against her, keeping him close so she can press gentle, almost absent kisses to the side of his face as she lets him ride out his pleasure in the cradle of her hips.
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Date: 2020-09-20 03:00 am (UTC)She strokes her hand down his spine in a gentle pet, the other arm wrapped securely around his shoulders as he shudders against her, keeping him close so she can press gentle, almost absent kisses to the side of his face as she lets him ride out his pleasure in the cradle of her hips.