"Aren't you just." Big enough in general that Éomer has to look up at him to meet his eyes, big enough to grasp her by the waist and heft her into his arms without expending too much effort, big enough that straddling him is really rather reminiscent of throwing herself onto horseback.
Instead of making a joke about how she'd almost been worried his prick would be barbed, or knotted, or whatever ridiculous claim she's heard about witcher anatomy, she pushes all that aside and focuses instead of curling her fingers under the folded-back waistband of his trousers, getting a good grip on them and his smalls both and yanking them down past his hips, leaving him hobbled with them bunched around his thighs.
Her fingers don't touch as she wraps them around his shaft, she notes with some amusement. She won't be able to take all of him down her throat. But that's alright, she has two hands for a reason.
Bending her head, she licks a long line up his shaft, turning her attention to the task at hand.
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Date: 2020-09-03 08:07 pm (UTC)Instead of making a joke about how she'd almost been worried his prick would be barbed, or knotted, or whatever ridiculous claim she's heard about witcher anatomy, she pushes all that aside and focuses instead of curling her fingers under the folded-back waistband of his trousers, getting a good grip on them and his smalls both and yanking them down past his hips, leaving him hobbled with them bunched around his thighs.
Her fingers don't touch as she wraps them around his shaft, she notes with some amusement. She won't be able to take all of him down her throat. But that's alright, she has two hands for a reason.
Bending her head, she licks a long line up his shaft, turning her attention to the task at hand.