She settled her head in the crook of his neck and he felt her breath dance over his skin. Her legs tangled with his and his arm found a rest around her shoulders, pulling her as close as she could be. To his surprise, she spoke again.
"You were not asleep when I came in."
"No." He confirmed roughly. "I could not rest."
There was a slight pause and he suddenly felt relieved that she was not looking directly at him. "Why?" She asked in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.
He growled, knowing that she wanted him to say it, and he felt her laugh. It was typical of her to try and draw him out like this. Speaking so honestly of his emotions made him uncomfortable and she knew it. But it was a compromise he knew he had to make; she was accepting of his gruff nature but in return he understood she needed some displays of affection that weren't completely physical. So he gritted his teeth and said,
"I do not like it when you are not here."
He was well rewarded for his honesty. She reached up and kissed him hard, her tongue stroking his slowly and deliberately. He pulled her up from his side so she settled on top of him properly, her legs straddling his own. Her could feel her nipples hardening through the thin material and they pressed against his bare chest as he trailed his calloused fingertips down her spine and then back up. He buried his fingers in her brown hair and gave it the slightest pull, making her moan against his mouth.
He had discovered her fondness for that yesterday when they had taken a short break on the road to Riften. He hadn't meant to do it but she had suddenly nipped his bottom lip during a seemingly innocent and brief kiss and his start of surprise had led him to accidentally pulling her hair a little. She had gasped and clung onto him tighter. Through the breaths between her kisses, he had reminded her that they didn't have time, that it wasn't safe enough for them to stop and that they really should be getting on. She had been in the process of shushing him and fiddling with the laces of his breeches when a group of bandits had happened upon them, rather proving Ghorbash's point.
Now, she was doing the same thing: unlacing his breeches and letting her fingers brush over the straining bulge. The only difference was that now they most definitely had the time. He could feel himself throbbing with desire. She pulled the last lace out of its hole and pushed the material down enough for his thick length to spring forward, ready for her to tease. But she, again to his surprise, didn't. Instead, she positioned herself over him. He seized her hips and she looked up at him again.
"What?"
He frowned. "I have not pleasured you yet." He reached down to touch the source of heat between her legs but she swatted his hand away. "You will not be ready. I do not want to hurt you."
It had been getting easier and easier to hilt himself in her the more they did it but he still remained uneasy when she tried to rush things. However, Endra rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I have been wanting this for days. I have been ready for days." And before he could protest any further, she lowered herself onto him in one swift movement. They both let out long groans. Through the haze of pleasure surrounding him, he checked her face for any sign of discomfort but to his relief he saw none. She began moving slowly and smoothly in more of a grind than a thrust and it sent wave after wave of dull-edged hot pleasure through him.
He pulled her nightdress up to her waist to squeeze her backside roughly, massaging it in his large hands. She let out another moan and suddenly leaned back, placing her hands on his shins. He could feel this new angle pulling him and it took a moment for him to decide if it was pleasurable or not. Then the bliss hit him hard and he found his head spinning. He couldn't think straight; all he could see was her body stretched out in front of him as she moved slowly and perfectly on top of him. He watched his green length disappear inside her as his dominant sense switched from sight to touch, relishing how she stretched around him and squeezed him tight.
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash: "A Languid Afternoon" 2/?
"You were not asleep when I came in."
"No." He confirmed roughly. "I could not rest."
There was a slight pause and he suddenly felt relieved that she was not looking directly at him. "Why?" She asked in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.
He growled, knowing that she wanted him to say it, and he felt her laugh. It was typical of her to try and draw him out like this. Speaking so honestly of his emotions made him uncomfortable and she knew it. But it was a compromise he knew he had to make; she was accepting of his gruff nature but in return he understood she needed some displays of affection that weren't completely physical. So he gritted his teeth and said,
"I do not like it when you are not here."
He was well rewarded for his honesty. She reached up and kissed him hard, her tongue stroking his slowly and deliberately. He pulled her up from his side so she settled on top of him properly, her legs straddling his own. Her could feel her nipples hardening through the thin material and they pressed against his bare chest as he trailed his calloused fingertips down her spine and then back up. He buried his fingers in her brown hair and gave it the slightest pull, making her moan against his mouth.
He had discovered her fondness for that yesterday when they had taken a short break on the road to Riften. He hadn't meant to do it but she had suddenly nipped his bottom lip during a seemingly innocent and brief kiss and his start of surprise had led him to accidentally pulling her hair a little. She had gasped and clung onto him tighter. Through the breaths between her kisses, he had reminded her that they didn't have time, that it wasn't safe enough for them to stop and that they really should be getting on. She had been in the process of shushing him and fiddling with the laces of his breeches when a group of bandits had happened upon them, rather proving Ghorbash's point.
Now, she was doing the same thing: unlacing his breeches and letting her fingers brush over the straining bulge. The only difference was that now they most definitely had the time. He could feel himself throbbing with desire. She pulled the last lace out of its hole and pushed the material down enough for his thick length to spring forward, ready for her to tease. But she, again to his surprise, didn't. Instead, she positioned herself over him. He seized her hips and she looked up at him again.
"What?"
He frowned. "I have not pleasured you yet." He reached down to touch the source of heat between her legs but she swatted his hand away. "You will not be ready. I do not want to hurt you."
It had been getting easier and easier to hilt himself in her the more they did it but he still remained uneasy when she tried to rush things. However, Endra rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I have been wanting this for days. I have been ready for days." And before he could protest any further, she lowered herself onto him in one swift movement. They both let out long groans. Through the haze of pleasure surrounding him, he checked her face for any sign of discomfort but to his relief he saw none. She began moving slowly and smoothly in more of a grind than a thrust and it sent wave after wave of dull-edged hot pleasure through him.
He pulled her nightdress up to her waist to squeeze her backside roughly, massaging it in his large hands. She let out another moan and suddenly leaned back, placing her hands on his shins. He could feel this new angle pulling him and it took a moment for him to decide if it was pleasurable or not. Then the bliss hit him hard and he found his head spinning. He couldn't think straight; all he could see was her body stretched out in front of him as she moved slowly and perfectly on top of him. He watched his green length disappear inside her as his dominant sense switched from sight to touch, relishing how she stretched around him and squeezed him tight.