[Éowyn stretches herself out against him, hooking one muscular thigh around his hip, and kisses him again, long and slow, her hand still moving. It traces down the underside of his cock, her thumb marking the vein that runs there, and then she shifts a little, moves her hand around so her fingertips can run through the coarse hair, over the solid weight of his balls.]
[Smiling, she pulls back again, her face hovering an inch or so over his as her other hand goes to pull his breeches properly out of the way.]
I don't mean to.
[To illustrate that, she gives him a firm squeeze, and then goes back to her explorations, her fingers light on the sensitive skin.]
no subject
[Smiling, she pulls back again, her face hovering an inch or so over his as her other hand goes to pull his breeches properly out of the way.]
I don't mean to.
[To illustrate that, she gives him a firm squeeze, and then goes back to her explorations, her fingers light on the sensitive skin.]