[He can be rougher than he was being, or at least firmer. That's a good thing to know, Éowyn muses with the part of her brain that's still working, in case they should happen to do this again.]
[The rest of her is more taken with the moment - with the press of his fingers, the now-louder creaking of the bed, the smell of sweat and sex mingling between them both. She cries out again, this time without words, and bites down hard on her lip. She's not quite as close as he is - frankly, her body's still trying to figure out this whole orgasm thing, to an extent - but she's close, feels like she's riding full-pace towards the edge of a cliff, but one from which she might fly rather than falling.]
[She clenches around him, nails tracing lightly down his chest to his belly.]
Come for me. In me. [It's half-command and half-plea, because aside from anything else, if he does, then she can let go of that part of her mind still concerned with the contest and give in entirely to the moment.]
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[The rest of her is more taken with the moment - with the press of his fingers, the now-louder creaking of the bed, the smell of sweat and sex mingling between them both. She cries out again, this time without words, and bites down hard on her lip. She's not quite as close as he is - frankly, her body's still trying to figure out this whole orgasm thing, to an extent - but she's close, feels like she's riding full-pace towards the edge of a cliff, but one from which she might fly rather than falling.]
[She clenches around him, nails tracing lightly down his chest to his belly.]
Come for me. In me. [It's half-command and half-plea, because aside from anything else, if he does, then she can let go of that part of her mind still concerned with the contest and give in entirely to the moment.]