12. A Fond Farewell
A Fond Farewell
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The darkness in the room was fading slowly before the first threads of the coming morning, She felt the weight of an arm lying across her waist and the warmth of a very male body lying spoon fashion behind her. The elleth stirred and smiled.
"Good morning, lirimaer, did you rest well?" He tightened his arm around her, burying his face in her hair and nuzzled her neck.
"I don't remember much resting being accomplished," she sighed. "I have the strangest memories of a certain elf who seemed determined to pursue other activities." She snuggled back against him feeling his arousal rising against her bottom. She gave a few provocative wiggles against him and giggled at his warning,
"Lirimaer, behave yourself, I will soon have to leave you for the world beyond our dreams."
She turned in his arms and placed a hand on his face. "I know, meleth, but we have a little while yet before dawn breaks."
Her lips sought his and softly nipped at them. Pulling her tight against him he partially rolled above her and began a very through inch-by-inch exploration of her throat and shoulders. His body began responding to the physical need she awakened in him so easily.
Sliding her arms around his neck, she lifted a leg and rubbed her toes against the back of his leg. "Meleth," she whispered, taking his head in her hands, she lifted his face and looked into grey eyes that were fast becoming hot charcoal.
"Lirimaer, there isn't time for this." He warned.
"I know, but if we hurry", she grinned mischievously up at him and shifted her body urging him above her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she adjusted her warm wet center to fit to his arousal. Unable to deny her or his own growing need, he plunged into her. She met him thrust for thrust, reaching her climax as fast as he was building towards his. With his final plunge her muscles tighten on him and his juices exploded into her womb.
Collapsing on her warm soft body and drained of energy, both of them closed their eyes and faded into a dream.
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