[For a second, Remus finds himself staring into Éowyn's eyes with something like wonder, because he never noticed what a truly remarkable shade of steely grey they are before, and it's nothing short of mesmerizing. He lifts his hips obligingly so she can get his pants out of the way, and then his trance is broken when he feels that squeeze. She's doing such an effective job at exploring all his sensitive parts, and Remus is beginning to feel like he ought to act in kind. So as she touches him, one of his hands finds her hip and begins to squirm down the flat of her belly and into her pants, knowing now the correct way to touch a woman there thanks to Ember.
His fingers glide through the thatch of her beneath her breeches and he lets himself cup her cunt before two fingers delve between her lips to seek out the wet warmth waiting in between.]
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His fingers glide through the thatch of her beneath her breeches and he lets himself cup her cunt before two fingers delve between her lips to seek out the wet warmth waiting in between.]