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.
Another particular motion of her hips and he let out a soft whine, mouth hanging open as he returned the licks and nips, kissing her at the same calm, slow pace as the movement of their bodies. "Riley..." Her name was all he managed to breathe out in response, sighing as he closed his eyes. More words ached to burst out of him, but he did not let them out, or rather - he could not, when every patch of his skin was jolted to life by her touch, every hint of coherence drained from him, little by little with every sway of their bodies as they met.
She liked his lips. She liked the way they pursed to meet hers and how they dragged over her skin. She liked the scent of his hair, the feel of it springy under her own lips as she kissed him. She liked the way his nose brushed over hers and how his brows drew together when he said her name like that. Her hands moved over him, touching shoulders, arms, his neck, sliding up to his face and then curving over those larger, rounder ears. They traced the shell of them, tickling behind them as she moved again, an undulating wave on his lap as she focused entirely on his pleasure now. "Fili," she whispered back, cupping his face in one hand and kissing him hungrily.
The pace was slow, keeping him just at a certain level of pleasure, enough to feel the warmth that coursed through him, and at the same time enjoy their closeness, exchange a few caresses, his hands sliding all across her skin as he returned every deep kiss or small peck, licking at her lips, nipping the soft and reddened flesh every so often. And for a good while, he enjoyed it just as it was, until he knew he wanted more, wanted to go to a whole other level, less sweet and more rushed, more primal, to feel her not warm around him, but scorching hot.
As a jolt shot down his spine and coiled at his groin, he moaned and rolled his hips more sharply, the motion making him bury all the way into her in a quick thrust. His breath stuttering, the rhythm increased just so, as one of his hands gripped her ass and urged her to move too. "Now... faster..."
His moans, his heavy breaths, the catch of it when he got aroused... it was pretty damn hot. She memorized it all, breathing his scent in deep and locking it away so that there wouldn't be anywhere he could go that she couldn't track him. But that request, no, demand, had her complying happily, knees digging in on either side of him for better traction as she went from the slow, grinding weave of before to a more abrupt rocking motion. Her hips moved quickly against his, feeling him hit deep inside her, rub over all those places that sent little fissions of arousal further into her.
But this was his moment. His pleasure, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him get it. "Come on, Fili. Come for me."
In a matter of seconds, they were moving at a much faster rhythm, with more of a purpose and end in mind, and yet it was different from other times, a little less frantic in a way. The pleasure that washed over him did so in softer, calmer waves, but all-encompassing, making it all the harder for him to breathe with each passing moment. He closed his eyes, choking on a gasp as he squeezed one of her breasts tightly, then moved his hand down to her side too, leaning back just so as his hips kept thrusting towards hers, his cock sliding into her faster and harder the closer he got, her added juices now making her even more slick as he so easily slipped past her open each time.
And finally, her words - all the incentive he needed to seek and tip over that edge. A few more sharp and deep thrusts and he cried out, eyes shut tightly as he tipped his head back, his hands curling firmly into her skin as he spilled the seed of his climax into her.
She couldn't get over how spectacular he looked like that. Ecstasy was a hell of a thing and he wore it well. She moved with him, body squeezing around his as he came, milking him, caressing him as much as she was able to, all while crooning and petting his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing that open mouth.
When he was done, she started to move them onto their sides, to give him a rest from his position and her wight (light though it might be to him), petting his hair and kissing all over his face as she did. "There. I'd say that was worth you coming over... pun somewhat intended."
His hips kept moving as she rode him through his climax, his pace a little more stuttered as his mind blanked for a moment, and everything turned to bright white. When he climbed back down from that high, his whole body released the tension in one single wave, his exhales deep and loud as he blinked his eyes back into focus.
Curling his arms around her, he kissed her briefly a few more times, letting her guide him to lie down on the bed, the motions making him slip out of her with a quiet choked sound. Her words spread a lazy grin on his face, his hand trailing up her side slowly, then cupping her jaw, fingers playing with strands of her own hair as well. "Can't say I mind this sort of coming over much at all..."
She giggled. Finding someone with the same sense of humor as her, especially in bed, wasn't always easy. That he seemed to come from a place where there was a lot of confusion on terms and... well, everything... it kind of made itfeel like it worked that much more. "I'm going to stop before I get carried away with puns, but yeah. I like you being here. I'm sure I'd like being wherever you are. I just... sort of really like being around you."
He'd been here long enough to learn a few words and expressions that he had been unfamiliar with before coming here, so a lot of what she said didn't slip entirely past him, not anymore. She'd still have plenty of new things to teach him, much like she did already today, but in others it was nice to be able to understand one another without him constantly asking what this or that meant.
"And I like being with you as well," he nodded, pressing his lips to the strand of her hair he was holding between his fingers, then tipping his head and leaning close to kiss her softly. "I like you very much, Riley. And the more often you are wherever I am, the happier I will be for it."
"Pretty poetry from a pretty mouth," she said, though she was smiling, lifting a hand to outline said pretty mouth. "I like the sound of that, though. Getting to be around you. I think I'd like to do it more."
Yep. Those were called 'feelings' and she was just dripping them everywhere.
"Hardly. That is nothing." Though he was a little too spent right now to offer more than that, really. But he meant each word, and if it made her smile, then he considered it successful.
And her following words, it was clear in the look on his face that he liked them all too much. He felt his insides warmer for wholly different reasons now, and he brushed his nose against hers in a tender gesture, shifting just a little closer to her. "Then... you should do it more. As often as you'd like."
Moving close to him was as easy as breathing, her body finding a way to fit in against his, leg sliding through his to hook him closer. "I think I will. I'll have to come stop by your house sometime. And your forge. I'd like to see the whole smithing process."
She felt dopey. Like... teenage first puppy love dopey. She wanted to giggle and stay up all night talking about stupid things and not stop touching him.
God, her brothers would be pulling her tail so hard over this...
For what is worth, Fíli would be more than alright with staying up all night talking about nothing and touching one another. His own insides felt light and fluttery just looking at her, his heart a bird in his ribcage.
The back of his fingers stroked along her cheek as he kept running them slowly through her hair, and at her words his smile stretched just so, his tone carrying a bit of amusement. "Oh, I'll show you just how I strike that anvil with my hammer. I will have sparks flying just for you."
So, he could not help himself teasing a little there. It wasn't the most blatant metaphor he could have gone with either, so it wasn't that terrible of him. Just a little bit.
Okay, that did make her giggle, her head ducking down against his as she gave him a teasing poke. "If you're striking the anvil with your hammer, I might get jealous. And worry about damaging it. Your hammer that is." Horrible metaphor, Fili, but so perfectly him. "And maybe I can meet your brother, too."
He'd talked about him, but Riley still wanted to meet him. See if it was just Fili that was the way he was or if that extended to all dwarves in general. She was thinking that the pull between them was just between the two of them, but... hey. Who knows? Maybe dwarves and shifters were like... chocolate and strawberries.
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"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.
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She was quickly coming to decide that her version of heaven would involve Fili in some way or another -- likely naked doing this.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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As a jolt shot down his spine and coiled at his groin, he moaned and rolled his hips more sharply, the motion making him bury all the way into her in a quick thrust. His breath stuttering, the rhythm increased just so, as one of his hands gripped her ass and urged her to move too. "Now... faster..."
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But this was his moment. His pleasure, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him get it. "Come on, Fili. Come for me."
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And finally, her words - all the incentive he needed to seek and tip over that edge. A few more sharp and deep thrusts and he cried out, eyes shut tightly as he tipped his head back, his hands curling firmly into her skin as he spilled the seed of his climax into her.
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When he was done, she started to move them onto their sides, to give him a rest from his position and her wight (light though it might be to him), petting his hair and kissing all over his face as she did. "There. I'd say that was worth you coming over... pun somewhat intended."
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Curling his arms around her, he kissed her briefly a few more times, letting her guide him to lie down on the bed, the motions making him slip out of her with a quiet choked sound. Her words spread a lazy grin on his face, his hand trailing up her side slowly, then cupping her jaw, fingers playing with strands of her own hair as well. "Can't say I mind this sort of coming over much at all..."
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"And I like being with you as well," he nodded, pressing his lips to the strand of her hair he was holding between his fingers, then tipping his head and leaning close to kiss her softly. "I like you very much, Riley. And the more often you are wherever I am, the happier I will be for it."
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Yep. Those were called 'feelings' and she was just dripping them everywhere.
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And her following words, it was clear in the look on his face that he liked them all too much. He felt his insides warmer for wholly different reasons now, and he brushed his nose against hers in a tender gesture, shifting just a little closer to her. "Then... you should do it more. As often as you'd like."
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She felt dopey. Like... teenage first puppy love dopey. She wanted to giggle and stay up all night talking about stupid things and not stop touching him.
God, her brothers would be pulling her tail so hard over this...
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The back of his fingers stroked along her cheek as he kept running them slowly through her hair, and at her words his smile stretched just so, his tone carrying a bit of amusement. "Oh, I'll show you just how I strike that anvil with my hammer. I will have sparks flying just for you."
So, he could not help himself teasing a little there. It wasn't the most blatant metaphor he could have gone with either, so it wasn't that terrible of him. Just a little bit.
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He'd talked about him, but Riley still wanted to meet him. See if it was just Fili that was the way he was or if that extended to all dwarves in general. She was thinking that the pull between them was just between the two of them, but... hey. Who knows? Maybe dwarves and shifters were like... chocolate and strawberries.
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