[Remus lets her adjust to a position that'll make this easier on both of them, and then immediately resumes his work. It's sort of incredible the way he can bring her pleasure just like this, his thumb pressing circles against the swollen nub of her clit. Even though every bone in his body feels liquid, he's got a reserve of energy dedicated to making sure she comes out of this satisfied. And the way she's reacting to his efforts is certainly bolstering.]
That's right. [He kisses her bare shoulder, tasting sweat and salt, his fingers pumping faster. His wrist is aching, but he's not intending to give up until she's done.] That's right, Éowyn—let go.
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That's right. [He kisses her bare shoulder, tasting sweat and salt, his fingers pumping faster. His wrist is aching, but he's not intending to give up until she's done.] That's right, Éowyn—let go.
[Is this how you dirty talk? He's trying.]