[That's just fine by him; that sound she makes is almost better, in a way, appeals to the wilder part of him in a way he can't really describe. It certainly meshes well with the way she's pressing her hand into his crotch, which has him letting out a soft whimpering sound in his throat in turn. He gives her nipple one last warm stroke of his tongue before pulling away to make it easier for her to get at his laces, and—]
Holy hell, Éowyn.
[His head rolls back onto his shoulders when her bare hand makes contact with his cock, and he twitches in her palm, his hips bucking once before he stays them.]
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Holy hell, Éowyn.
[His head rolls back onto his shoulders when her bare hand makes contact with his cock, and he twitches in her palm, his hips bucking once before he stays them.]