At the moment, Éomer cares not a whit for the papers or the ledgers on her desk; he could toss them into the fire and she'd hardly say a word, too busy focusing on the heat built up between them, on the sweat prickling her skin and the hot, damp caress of his breath on her neck.
He shoves his hips against hers, pressing as deep inside her as he can get, and Éomer lets herself moan in his ear as she grinds her hips in a little circle, her legs crossed behind his back and holding him tightly in place.
She can wait for him to settle before slipping her fingers between her thighs to send her toppling after him.
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Date: 2020-09-13 02:51 am (UTC)He shoves his hips against hers, pressing as deep inside her as he can get, and Éomer lets herself moan in his ear as she grinds her hips in a little circle, her legs crossed behind his back and holding him tightly in place.
She can wait for him to settle before slipping her fingers between her thighs to send her toppling after him.