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"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.

She was a heartbeat away from either pleading or nipping his lip, but then he was doing exactly what she wanted and the suddenness of him filling her again had her body shuddering, hands gripping at his hair as she let out a strangled groan, hips quickly moving down against him. Like hell she was going to let him change his mind or continue the teasing. Letting her weight bring her down, she took him all in, nipping at his jaw as she did, breath shaky from the sheer pleasure that was stuttering through her like a mini orgasm. "Oh my god, Fili. Never stop doing that."

He wouldn't even dream of pulling back out after that, and if the thought of teasing her further had even briefly flickered through his mind, the first feel of her muscles around him was enough to drive that thought away. Still, he more than welcomed the way she basically sat down on his lap and took in his whole length, and closing his eyes, he tipped his head back with a cry, his arms wrapping strongly around her as he kept her close to him.

"Hah... Gladly," he muttered, each breath coming with a pleased little sound. And slowly, he did just that again, lifting her weight up until he partly slipped out of her, then pulling her back down, rolling his hips upwards as he pushed his cock into her again.

Words became unimportant after that, Riley relying on his scent, the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of him in her, his arms around her. He was strong, solid, muscle and bone in a sturdy package that could handle her and she loved it. She moved with him, lifting up at his lightest touch, then bringing herself down on him faster, harder, breath caught at the end of it from how full he made her, how deep he slid into her.

She was quickly coming to decide that her version of heaven would involve Fili in some way or another -- likely naked doing this.

If only he knew what heaven was, then he would surely agree - and this place was, after all, his own heaven in a whole lot of ways. And she was a good part of that, he knew that, even so soon after they'd met.

Together, they were quick to pick up a pace, him rolling his hips upwards to thrust into her, and her sitting down on him at the same time, in a way riding him in tandem with his motions. And like all the times before, he was overwhelmed by how wonderful she felt, her heat wrapping tight around his cock, and the sensation shooting pleasure right through him, practically feeling his blood and flesh alit as if on fire.

His moans were loud but breathless, cut short when it felt almost like the air was sucked right out of his lungs. His hands moved to her sides, guiding her body to move in the way he wanted her to, even though there was no real need for him to do so - she was visibly eager to move on her own, her legs and hips working to slide herself up and down on him in a pace that he found all too pleasurable.

He might not have to guide her, but she liked the feel of his hands on her sides, those thick fingers that could make her moan with want, get her wet just by wiggling at her -- well, now that she knew what they could do.

As she came down on him, her breasts bounced, nipples brushing against the coarser hairs on his chest and she bit playfully at his lip, kissing him with a low groan that rumbled into a growl. Fili was quickly becoming her happy place, and here among so many strangers, she needed a place to call home. Wrapped up in his arms wasn't so terrible a place. Not least because of what they got up to.

Another harder drop down onto him and she felt shockwaves ripple through her, a cry muffled against his mouth as she tried to control herself. "Soon, close..." Which was a surprise to her. Coming quickly for him once was understandable when they'd been apart a while, but so soon after the first time? Yep. Dwarven sex magic.

It was a surprise to her, and to him as well, but he could feel her getting closer even without her words. She clenched tightly around his cock, squeezing along his length with every thrust, and the knowledge alone that so little was enough to tip her over the edge aroused him even more so than before.

He was not yet so close himself, so he focused on her instead, keeping up the fast and hard pace that seemed to be working best for her. Although it seemed that as long as it was with him, just about any pace would work wonders for her - and of course, he liked that thought immensely.

Curling his hands around her thighs, he dug his fingers into the skin, drawing her flesh apart so that she was all the more open as he pushed into her, his angle shifting in the process as well.

Fili knew what he was doing. Not that she particularly cared to imagine how he'd gotten so good, but whatever the method behind it, he had a way of just sending sparks through her with a touch. Clever hands, solid frame, and that face... God, she loved looking at his face when he was doing this. There was this fine balance of pleasure, pain, and effort, and it made him shine.

Well, to her it did. That was all she needed. The parting of her legs and that deeper angle had her head falling back, body arching backwards as pleasure hit her with a physical force. She cried out, the end of it a growling roar as her body twitched under his grasp.

Of course, coming didn't make her stop. It was a moment, but after the echoes receded, she could lift her head back up, look down at him and grind her hips in the dirtiest way she knew how. She may have enjoyed a strip club once or twice at the behest of friends. Those moves were gold.

His face was knit into a focused look right then, and while not without its hint of pleasure, for a while longer he was intent on bringing her pleasure, rather than seek his own. The way she felt on him, around him, though, that was far too wonderful, a blissful feeling that overwhelmed all his senses, and he could not ignore it, not ever.

When her body tensed and coiled, her back arching as their quick rhythm brought her to her climax, he held her firmly, keeping her weight steady as he continued on the same pace. His eyes drank in the sight then, every clenching of muscles, each taut curve of her body, and the look on her face, of sheer bliss as she came.

He was all but ready to stop for a moment there, when she came down from that high, just so he could give her at least a second or two to regain her breath - but it seemed that she had other plans. This time, though, she picked up at an all too different pace, slower but more thorough, her body arching and moving in a way very much unlike any other time before, and... he found himself mesmerized. Surprised, elated, his gaze fixed on her face, then traveling down her body to watch how every curve of her moved almost as if it were a dance.

It only added to his own pleasure too, the visual matched with the tactile. He gasped audibly, breath caught in his throat in a tight knot, his hands sliding up her sides in soft touches, exploring her skin in an almost reverent manner as she continued to move on his lap.

It was that look in his eyes that made it worth it. Hell, she'd go find a strip club now and learn some new moves if it kept that look on his face. She'd always been told sex was like dancing and if the dancing in question was slow grinds and bounces with her body, then yeah, she'd have to agree.

There went his hands again, hers coming to cover his and drag them over her, up to her breasts, back down to her ass. All the places she liked to be touched as she looked at him like he was the only thing in the universe that mattered. Like he was something edible and she was a pred-- okay. Maybe she could chill that look a bit, but damn if he didn't hit all her primal buttons. Mate, her other half purred, and she hummed in agreement. Certainly more worthy to be one than anyone she'd met here. More suited to her. More... just more.

He let her guide his hands all over her body, fingers squeezing soft flesh here and there, humming pleasantly even as he swam through a sea of lust and arousal. Her pace was slow but perfect, and it built him up just the right way, steady and calm, allowing him to enjoy every small inch of her that he could feel, see, and touch.

One hand moved up to cup her face, coaxing her to lean closer for just a little while. Canting his head, he locked their mouths together in a kiss, moaning into it as he kept on moving his hips, rolling them upwards just as slowly as she was grinding down against his lap.

If he liked it slow, she'd keep it slow, move over him and lean in at his beckoning, licking at his lips before she kissed him, tasting him, tongue flicking over his lips as his body moved up into hers. "So perfect," she whispered, hands sliding up his arms and back into his hair, feeling the wavy curls twine around them as she took him in deep and slow.

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