"Will you?" He all but murmured, the food all but forgotten for now. His fingers trailed farther up, almost reaching her knee, then sliding back down to her foot. And now that his other hand was free, it slipped under the tray as well, joining the first. "That seems like a very good idea to me. Excellent, even."
There was something a little satisfying about food being secondary to her (or him), and she had a wide smile as she moved to grab the tray, turning so that her lower half stayed on the bed, legs curling over his lap, upper body twisted so she could lower the tray to the floor. "I do occasionally have a good one. Like ones that involve climbing in your lap and making sure you still taste better than the chicken."
He moved as she did, but only to shift onto his knees, and sitting back on his heels. His hands trailed as far up her legs as he could while she moved, leaning down briefly to plant a soft kiss to the skin just above her knee. Once the tray was set on the floor and out of the way, as well as the bottle of water he'd been drinking from, he started tugging her closer, helping her back onto the bed. "You should make that one happen, then. Just so you are sure."
Turning back towards him was easy, especially when he was being so helpful. She got up on her knees, hands coming up to slide into his hair before tipping his face up for a kiss. The kiss, of course, was a distraction as she moved to make him sit back on his knees so she could straddle his lap. "Always good to be sure." Her voice was soft against his lips, hands combing through his hair as she nipped at him, licked at lips and past them in to tangle her tongue with his. "Mm... even better."
He sat back on his heels all too promptly, barely needing any coaxing at all when she moved closer to him, and he pulled her even closer still as she parted her legs to his sides and straddled him. He grinned and chuckled a bit into the kiss, closing his eyes and tipping his head to deepen that contact for a moment, reluctant to pull away even as they stopped to talk. "Well, I don't know if it beats chocolate, but..."
Teasing her there, of course. There was no amount of chocolate in all the worlds that would make him even think about not kissing her.
Her nails moved up to scratch lightly through his beard under his chin to tip it up more, dropping small kisses along his lips and purring softly. "Oh, it definitely beats chocolate." She sat lightly, not wanting to put too much weight on him, though she had a feeling if he knew that, he'd try to take it all because dwarves were pretty solid. Everywhere. Just... men made from rock and skin and she couldn't stop touching him, that craving need coming back and replacing the other hunger she'd sated.
She did not put much weight at all on him, in fact she was light as a feather, so far as he was concerned, at least in this form. He could have easily carried her sitting on one of his shoulders, and perhaps if she knew that then she would stop trying not to rest all her weight on him.
His chin tipped up as prompted, grinning softly at her words as he returned each lazy kiss. Letting his hands roam over her skin, up her back and down her sides, up again to follow the curve of her shoulders, he nodded. "You're right. Much, much sweeter."
Kissing him with another quiet purr, one of her hands snuck down between them, searching for his cock and teasing fingers lightly over it when she found it. She was in no rush, but she at least wanted to start him on the path to play time. "If this is my reward for distracting you from work, I'm gonna do it a lot more often."
He let out a soft gasp at the gentle touch, his cock still far from hard but he knew it would not take much too long, not when they were this close and she touched him like this. His hands trailed down her back again, fingertips tracing right between her ass cheeks, grazing lightly over the space between her legs before his palms continued on along her thighs. "Well, sometimes I do need to get some work done. So best not make too recurrent a habit out of it."
But once a week, maybe? That he would not mind much at all, to be honest.
She certainly hoped he didn't think that they should limit their entire time of getting together to once per week. If she only got him that infrequently, she'd likely burst. Or wind up leaving dirty messages to him everywhere.
"Maybe you'll have some slow work weeks up ahead."
No, of course not - but he would hope that most of their meetings would not involve cutting his workday too short. Not that work was horribly busy, but still. Either way, that was not something he was thinking about right now.
"Most weeks are, in this place," he murmured, shifting his hips slightly towards her touch, wanting more of it. "Perhaps some days I will be the one to contact you, instead. And you can always... wait for me in my bed, as a surprise."
"I think I like that," she said, that admission starting future events rolling that Fili was going to laugh about later.
But for now, her hand went from teasing him to taking a firmer hold of him, stroking along his length and kissing along to his ear. A nip at the lobe, then she kissed it afterward. "I like the idea of you calling me all hot and bothered."
He let out a strained sigh as she wrapped her fingers around his girth, his hands tugging her closer as he shifted his hips minutely again, towards the stroking of her hand. "I must be careful when I do, though," he murmured, tipping his head to kiss along her neck, and over her collarbone. "Or as you said... you could come just hearing my voice."
She shivered at the tickle of his mustache and beard over her neck, his mouth a warm press as she kept her pace steady, slow, building him up. Her other arm wrapped around his shoulders, teeth dragging over whatever part of him she could reach as she thought about doing exactly what he said. "God, yes. You should do that. Then do it again. And again. And then come find me and show me how much better your hands and mouth are. And this," she sighed, sliding the foreskin up over the head of his cock and turning it slightly to play with the nerves there.
With each stroke he got a little harder, his cock growing as it swelled up in her hand, filling her palm and fingers more fully. He let out a mewl as she played with the foreskin, warmth spreading through his insides and quickening the pace of his heart. His mouth continued on its trail, down to the centre of her chest, kissing around one of her breasts before he brushed his lips over her nipple. "Maker," he moaned quietly, his mouth parting so he could taste the sensitive nub, lapping over it thoroughly. "I can show you that now. Unless-- you wish me to just talk you there."
"Show me. I have the real thing and I want as much of it as I can until I have to make do with that voice of yours as the only thing to tide me over." His mouth was sin, hot and wet as it closed over her nipple, his tongue sending sparks through her as she squeezed her thighs around his legs. Her hand didn't stop playing over him, teasing just the foreskin now that she'd gotten that sort of reaction from him. Pulling it up over the top, then down, then little twists and pulls, working it around the head of him.
"Then I promise... I will do my best," he sighed audibly, eyes fluttering closed as she teased the sensitive head of his cock. "To give you as much and as often as you want to." Her fingers worked the skin expertly, and each ministration sent little jolts across his skin, his hairs standing on end as arousal grew stronger and hotter. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking a little harder, his teeth lightly dragging over the nub. One of his hands curled around her thigh so that he could brush a finger along her slit from beneath, just barely managing to feel the warm flesh that he was so quickly growing used to.
Barely was enough. She tensed, body flexing as she held him, as she lifted and rocked away and then back to that finger. His mouth at her breast had her resting her cheek on his head, brushing it over the top as she marked him with her scent again, crooning what pretty hair he had as she nuzzled against it. And all the while, her hand never stopped playing. He was growing harder, hard enough that she had an image of aroused dwarves drilling through the rock, a small chuckle leaving her as she kept at it. "I just want what you want to give, my pretty little lion."
He chuckled softly at her remark, particularly at the last words, and releasing her nipple for a moment, he glanced up at her. "I thought we had already established that there is nothing little about me." Although he was more than happy to prove that yet again, if need be. And as if to match his words, his length stiffened and became larger still in her hand, pressing up against her thigh and stomach as he rolled his hips in search of friction. Moaning softly, he stretched his arm around her leg as much as he could, enough to push just the tip of his finger past her folds, the heat of his arousal rising as he felt her tight open beneath his touch.
She laughed, head resting on his as she chuckled, but it turned into a gasping sigh as his hand -- his clever dwarf hand, found its way to its goal. "No, no, my gargantuan beast. My terrible, enormous lion. Nothing little at all." Stroking his ego wasn't hard when it was both true and he was touching her like that. She moved her hips against his hand, stroking down along his shaft more firmly now, rubbing it against herself and feeling that flush of heat, knowing she was wet already and just needed to move...
His own show of amusement was short-lived, when she promptly started to move to meet the touch of his hand, and in the process pressed herself against him. He felt the length of his erection slide along her wet slit, his hips rolling to meet her motions, as her fluids quickly coated him. Moaning, he moved his hand to her ass instead, fingers curling there as he urged her to keep moving against him, to rub herself more presently along his cock, as his lips searched for her other nipple, ignored up until now. "You are so warm, Riley..." he sighed softly, eyes closing as he tongued the hard nub of her breast. "I'll never tire of it."
He fit between her lower lips, her slick moving along him as she did, painting his length with wetness she'd use to take him in. She didn't need to hold him anymore -- he was more than up enough to nudge at her on his own. Her hand went to join the other, stroking through his hair as she felt the flush in her cheeks spreading down to her chest, looking down to see his mouth at her breast, seeing the flash of a pink tongue before lips closed over her and hid it from view. "Good. Because I can't picture not wanting you. Everything, Fili. I want it all."
He let out a muffled moan against her breast at the words, and the contact between their bodies, eyes closed as he kept working her nipple, his free hand sliding up her front to cup her other breast, thumb rubbing insistently over the tip. There was something incredibly arousing, although slightly frustrating as well, about simply grinding together like this, without pushing into her yet. So he continued, rolling his hips back so he felt his head nudging right past her folds and along her, rubbing his length entirely against her without aiming to slide past her open just yet, simply feeling her coating him even more throughly with each slow thrust.
Frustrating, maybe, but also damn good. Each slide of his cock against her ran over her clit, had her bucking just a little, a breathy sigh sounding as she mock-rode him. She wasn't going to want to wait too much longer, but a part of her wanted to have a little patience.
That part was about to get quieted by that all consuming need again, her teeth catching at her lip as she put her hands to his face, urging him to tip it up so she could kiss him. "Want you," she rumbled, eyes green and bright as she sought his lips with hers.
Tipping his head up, he gladly let her claim his lips in a kiss, all too promptly returning by parting his mouth and licking at her own, brushing his tongue against hers as he deepened the contact. He didn't give into her request right away, though, his hips continuing to roll so that he rubbed himself along her, his hand on her ass pulling her just so their motions met halfway.
It was when the rhythm got a little faster, and he felt the heat in him grow all the stronger as well, that he moved things along. Without warning, he simply moved his hands to her thighs, both adjusting her weight and drawing the flesh between her legs apart, and in one single thrust that seemed almost like the others, he slipped his length past her open, kiss breaking as he gasped loudly at the tightness that quickly enveloped him.
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Teasing her there, of course. There was no amount of chocolate in all the worlds that would make him even think about not kissing her.
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His chin tipped up as prompted, grinning softly at her words as he returned each lazy kiss. Letting his hands roam over her skin, up her back and down her sides, up again to follow the curve of her shoulders, he nodded. "You're right. Much, much sweeter."
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But once a week, maybe? That he would not mind much at all, to be honest.
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"Maybe you'll have some slow work weeks up ahead."
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"Most weeks are, in this place," he murmured, shifting his hips slightly towards her touch, wanting more of it. "Perhaps some days I will be the one to contact you, instead. And you can always... wait for me in my bed, as a surprise."
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But for now, her hand went from teasing him to taking a firmer hold of him, stroking along his length and kissing along to his ear. A nip at the lobe, then she kissed it afterward. "I like the idea of you calling me all hot and bothered."
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That part was about to get quieted by that all consuming need again, her teeth catching at her lip as she put her hands to his face, urging him to tip it up so she could kiss him. "Want you," she rumbled, eyes green and bright as she sought his lips with hers.
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It was when the rhythm got a little faster, and he felt the heat in him grow all the stronger as well, that he moved things along. Without warning, he simply moved his hands to her thighs, both adjusting her weight and drawing the flesh between her legs apart, and in one single thrust that seemed almost like the others, he slipped his length past her open, kiss breaking as he gasped loudly at the tightness that quickly enveloped him.
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