This story contains graphically mature explicit scenes, please do not read if easily offended by such themes.
An Evening Star
No words, a wry smile turning up the side of her lips. She'd neither slept with elf or man; she was a virgin pure as snow, with rain in her eyes and a fire in her heart. A waterfall of desire between her legs.
Aragorn smiled, his reassuring hand on the nape of her neck as they passionately kissed, looking deep within each others eyes.
"I love you, if you're not..." He said but she cut him off.
"I'm ready, I love you too, you're the one."
He sighed such a content and love stricken sigh that she replied with a moan. He held her, helped take off her robes and undid her bra with swift grace that made her giggle a little.
"Strider" she tittered.
He laughed. She undid his sheath and helped him throw his clothes to the floor. There was no rush as the glowing moon lit her humble abode with their silhouettes. His hand stroked her neck, his fleshen sword already erect, and her clit pounding with desire waiting for his soft touch. He kissed her lips, licked them a little as their eyes met and butterflies from a million miles fluttered all around Rivendaell. He traced her face with his fingers, feeling her silken skin beneath his hand following down to her beautiful bosom, he kissed them, laid his tongue on the nipples playing with them, feeling them erect in his mouth. Arwen moaned deeply body writhing a little beneath him; she softly whispered his name over and over. His kissed her stomach, tracing his tongue to her navel where he played a little, she smiled, moaned. His hands grabbed each thigh around his muscled arms as his head went between her legs. Kissing her thighs she became impatient.
"Taste me, please taste me."
He smiled still teasing her thighs and around her wet beautiful passion. She writhed impatiently trying to place her pussy on his tongue. With that he tipped her clit and she moaned deeply calling his name louder. His lips, tongue salivated over the taste of her sodden passion, curving his tongue around her, massaging his mouth and tongue on her throbbing clitoris. Her hands clutched the bed sheets, her body pulsing, swaying to the pleasure, her moans becoming screams of pleasure, Elvish words Aragorn had never heard left her lips, and then his name over and over followed by a please every time and then beneath his tongue she began to shake. He continued to tip her clit watching her body convulse in too much pleasure. He grinned.
"Aragorn, don't tease me" she blushed smiling.
"I said I'd always make you dance with pleasure." he grinned wildly.
"I really love you, you know, thank you" she said with all sincerity.
"Never thank me for such a pleasure." He replied.
"I've never... Your hands, tongue are amazing."
Aragorn blushed, cradled her with her arms. She felt his throbbing erection.
"I will pay you back." She smiled
"I know you will my love." He said sleepily.
It was the first time the two had slept soundly for years.