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As shafts of cold morning sunlight began peeking through the heavy drapes, gently brightening the room from pitch-black to inky midnight, Lothíriel woke to a foreign ache between her thighs. It came and went, leaving her oddly breathless one moment and completely fine the next. She flexed her legs experimentally, nothing wrong with them. The dull pain seemed to be isolated to the one area betweek them. The area that had brought her so much pleasure last night. It seemed awfully unfair in the cold light of day that something so lovely could result in such an irritating ache.

She snuggled back between the blankets, noticing, for the first time, her position in regard to her husband's. When they'd fallen asleep the night before, he was behind her, arm wound around her waist, legs tangled with hers. Sometime during the night, however, they had shifted positions- now Éomer was sprawled out on his back, his glorious muscular limbs taking up as much space as possible, and Lothíriel was more than half on top of him, cheek pressed to his broad chest, legs straddling one tree-trunk like thigh and one arm tightly wrapped around his waist.

She felt a flush rise in her cheeks as she gently tried to extricate herself from the intimate position. Just as she pulled her arm away from his waist, his hand came around her back and dragged her in again, holding her even closer this time. Muffling her surprised squeak against his chest, she tried to relax her body, hoping he was still asleep. He seemed to be. He didn't move so much as a fingernail while she held her breath and waited. But now there was another problem, despite the ache between her legs, she felt the stirrings of arousal in her belly- mostly brought on by the sensation of his hard, naked flesh pressing against hers. And with the way his thigh was wedged against her center- there was no doubt that the slickness from her arousal would slowly trickle down until it dripped onto his skin. The thought made her pink with mortification. She tried to lift her hips away from him, desperately shifting to the left, hoping the new position would prove less embarrassing for her. But it wasn't. In fact, it might have been more embarrassing. She was now pressed against his growing arousal.

Was he awake?

She glanced up, he was breathing deeply, eyes closed. No, still asleep. Then how was he aroused? Had she done something inadvertently? Not that she was complaining, of course. But it would be helpful to know more about her husband's body- particularly for when she would, undoubtedly, want to enjoy his company. Gently, she pressed her hip to him, growing wetter as he hardened in response. Was he dreaming about their night together? Suddenly she was curious, she'd barely gotten a glimpse of him in the firelight and passion of the night before while he had been able to sit back and enjoy her nakedness. It seemed rather unfair. After all, she was his wife now. And he was asleep. it was the perfect opportunity to look at him, maybe touch him as he has touched her. But she'd have to act quickly or he would wake and the opportunity would be lost.

She bit her lip, fingers inching across his chest, over the ridges of muscle on his abdomen and down his hip, dragging the quilt down to uncover his skin. Eru! Her husband really was a beautiful man- not delicate like the pretty youths with whom she'd shared meaningless flirtations in Dol Amroth, nor even refined like the tall, slender, dark-haired men of Gondor whom she'd once admired. No- Éomer was massive, strong, capable. He was a warrior, proven by the fading scars on his skin and the callouses on his palms. If she'd been thinking clearly, and not under a haze of lust, she might have paused- taken a moment to consider being frightened by him- or at least, by his sheer size. But she was too intent on her goal to stop.

She tugged the blanket further down, uncovering his large manhood to the dim light. It lay across his thigh, non-threatening but shocking all the same. Had that really fit inside her? No wonder she was aching this morning- it was massive- a true reflection of the bear of a man to whom it belonged.

She paused to consider her next action. She'd gotten a glimpse, but now she wanted to touch. She really shouldn't do this- After all, who knew how he would react if he woke up to her hand on his cock. But she couldn't help herself, just one stroke. She had to know how it felt. She bit her lip and gently slid her fingers through the thatch of hair at its base. It was darker than the hair on his head- and rougher, but she wasn't interested in that. She kept going until the tips of her fingers stroked the silky skin of his shaft. It felt different than she'd expected, softer, but also harder somehow. Like there was tempered steel beneath that hot flesh. Her hair fell over her shoulder, ends brushing over his chest as she ran her fingers over him again, heart pounding when he swelled under her touch. At some point her lips has fallen open and she began breathing harder.

He still hadn't moved, except for his hand- it was...stroking her back? She froze and held her breath- maybe he hadn't woken, maybe he was just responding to her touch in his sleep. Her fingers hovered just above his skin, a whisper away. She tried to gather the courage to look up at him, to confirm whether he was awake or not- but found she couldn't move. If he was awake, there was really no explanation for her wanton assault on his person. Nothing she could say would change their precarious positioning- her hand on his cock and her body half-laying atop his. His hand kept stroking up and down her spine. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd woken as she was exploring his body.

She fisted her free hand in the sheets and sharply inhaled, trying to think of something to break the long silence. But he did it first. Without uttering a single word, he tightened the arm around her back and used his other hand to grip her jaw, turning her face to his. In the span of a few moments, the air between then went from cool and calm to simmering with unspoken passion. He pulled her to him, kissing her hard- thrusting his tongue between her lips with a low groan that set her on fire. She thought she'd been wet and aroused before, but that was nothing compared to what his kiss did to her. It wasn't sweet or gentle, Éomer absolutely devoured her, crushing her to his chest and fisting his hand in her long, dark tresses.

He pulled away and wrapped his hand around hers, holding it in place on his cock. His voice was rough and amused as he spoke for the first time that morning, "It seems I have interrupted you, wife."

Lothíriel's mind was still spinning from the kiss as she tried to formulate a response. Somehow he had a way of disarming her with just a few words.

"I am sorry, my King," She tried tugging her hand away, but he held her fast, "I shouldn't have done that."

"Shouldn't have done what?" He asked, eyes drilling into hers. He wanted to hear her say the words.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and averted her eyes.

"Look at me." The simple command sent shivers up her spine.

Slowly, her soft, grey eyes came back to meet his.

"Tell me," he ordered, still clutching her hand on his cock.

"I shouldn't have-" She paused, searching for the right words. "I shouldn't have touched you, my king."

"Why?" Éomer's hand slid down her back to grasp her hip, then progressed even further down. "Do you not enjoy it when I touch you?" His fingers stroked over her bottom, then between her legs, grazing her damp center. She gasped and jolted against him. "Tell me, my Queen, do you not enjoy when I touch you?" He strummed her dripping folds with his fingertips, pleased by her response when she spread her legs wider and dropped her forehead to his chest.

"I do!" she panted, arching her back, grinding her core against his thigh. "I do enjoy it-"

Éomer kissed her hair gently and pulled his fingers away, chuckling softly when she desperately whined, bucking her hips against his muscular leg to prolong the sensation.

"Then you should know, wife- I also enjoy it when you touch me." Her head sprung up at his words but he ignored her and continued speaking, "and I would like it if you continued." He released his hand, leaving her holding his manhood- which was now even stiffer, and as straight as a pike.

She looked down, reddening as she saw the way her hand gripped the base of his cock- he was so wide that her fingers did not meet.

"I-" Lothíriel didn't know what to do- what did he like? He seemed to know exactly what her body wanted, what she needed. But she felt woefully underprepared to please him. "I do not kn- What should I- What do you like?" Her voice was soft, uncertain.

"Shall I teach you?" He took her jaw and turned her face back to his for another kiss. "Shall I show you how to please me?"

She nodded desperately, gasping as he kissed down her jaw, sucking at the flushed skin. His voice was low as he instructed her, "Grip me tighter- Ah, yes love-" he kissed the place under her ear. "Just like that."

She tentatively stroked him, squeezing and releasing her fist rhythmically, and was rewarded with a low rumble. Éomer's tongue darted out, drawing her earlobe between his lips and sucking. His hot breath against her ear and fingers clenching her hip told her he was enjoying it. She kept going. She repeated the same movement, this time smoothing her thumb over the head of his cock, through the drops leaking from his slit. He groaned again, this time louder. She felt the vibrations through his chest as he ground his head against the pillows and arched his hips.

He was enjoying this.

"Keep going, love." The words were forced through a grimace of sheer pleasure.

She tightened her fist and stroked him, leaning closer to kiss his rigid neck- she remembered how she'd been out of her mind with desire when he did that the prior night. As she ran her teeth over his collarbone, Éomer twitched his hips and brought his hand down to envelop her smaller one. Oh yes, he definitely liked it. She smirked against his throat and bent down further, letting him guide her hand as she laved kisses across his chest. A devilish thought came to her mind as he moaned again, this time stifling the sound by turning his head to the side, burying his face in her abandoned pillow. Their joined hands moved up and down, again and again. It wasn't enough for her, she wanted to watch him lose control- she wanted to feel him implode. She kissed across his chest, then, without warning, caught his nipple between her lips.

She'd planned on sucking, and kissing and scoring him with her teeth, but he jerked up in surprise and flipped them over, pinning her flat on her back, momentarily leaving her breathless. Then, he stretched over her body, pressing every inch of his solid nakedness against her and held her wrists captive on either side of her head.

"You're a wicked little thing, aren't you?" his voice was gritty with arousal as he buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping- making her squirm beneath him.

"I wanted to see what would happen if i-" he cut her off with an intense kiss, chasing the thought from her mind.

Pulling away, he freed her hands and rolled her to her side, settling in against her back. She wriggled as his hard, thick cock pressed against her bottom and his beard scraped against her sensitive neck. His voice was dark in her ear, "Well, now you know."

He encircled one arm around her waist and the other hooked under her thigh, holding her legs open for him. She was so wet now, he could smell her in the air around them.

"Guide me in." At first, she didn't understand, but he bucked his hips gently, letting the head of his cock brush through her folds until it skimmed across her clit. She panted in pleasure, instinctually trying to close her legs- but he held her wide and repeated his words with a kiss to her shoulder. "Guide me in, my love."

Lothíriel reached down to do as he asked and she turned to kiss him over her shoulder. She positioned him at her entrance, taking a moment of selfishness to stroke his crest over her, hitting the same place he'd accidentally bumped seconds earlier. Then Éomer slowly thrust in, fingers working between her thighs to soothe the sharp twinges of pain. He didn't stop until he was completely seated in her, as deep as he could possibly go in that position.

"Am I hurting you?" His voice was little more than a murmur as he pressed kisses to her neck and cheek- wherever he could reach. She responded with a short shake of her head and reached down to twine her fingers with his at her waist.

Her hair was silky and cool against his chest as he rocked his hips against hers, filling her carefully- making sure to chase the vestiges of pain from her mind. She was so wet, so hot and tight around him that it would only take him moments to reach his peak. But he was determined to show her the pleasures of their marriage bed, so he held off on his fulfillment to help her reach hers again.

"Let me teach you," He murmured against her ear, smiling when she nodded without hesitation. "I want to show you your pleasure."

Éomer released her thigh, draping her leg over his and holding her open by hitching her knee over his thigh. He reached for her free hand, which had found its way to his hair and was holding his locks in a white-knuckled grip. Bringing it to his lips to lay a quick kiss on her palm, he dragged both their hands down, past her breasts to the place where they were joined. Gently, he guided her fingers with his and taught her how to touch herself, how to bring herself to a peak. As she learned, he slowly thrust in and out, just enough to bring her to a tender, easy climax. She shuddered softly in his arms and moaned his name.

For a few moments, he just held her- stroking her smooth skin of her thighs, her belly, and arms as he kissed her deeply, twining his tongue with hers.

Then she pulled away, turning slightly to look at him- "But you didn't... finish." Her cheeks reddened as she forced out the last word- unsure of how to phrase it.

He grazed his lips over her ear and spoke quietly, "I wanted to teach you, and then I wanted to see your face as you brought yourself pleasure."

Lothíriel's lips parted gently she felt him thrust once more, then gathered her courage to reply. "And now I want to feel you."

"Feel me do what?"

"-finish in me." her voice was soft, nearly inaudible- but he heard it anyway.

"I don't believe I could ever deny you anything," He squeezed her thigh, then harshly pushed into her, pausing to see if she was ok. By her delighted squeal, he surmised that she was, indeed, alright. He plunged in again, this time a series of short, shallow thrusts, sending her breasts bouncing with the jerky movements. He'd been hard since the instant he'd woken up, and now he was about to expend all that energy into her. Éomer groaned and kissed her neck as she rolled her hips against him.

"As long as I live, I shall never forget the sight of waking up to you stroking my cock." He thrust deep and strummed his fingers against her, knowing he found the place when her back arched and her lips dropped open in a soundless scream. her fingernails dug into his forearm, but he didn't show any mercy. He pounded into her, circling her clit with two fingers until she was shaking in his arms.

"Éomer! Oh! Oh, pleas- I need- Eome-" If there had been any maids outside their chamber, they undoubtedly would have heard her shrieks.

Her legs were stiff, toes pointed and she left long white scratches up his arm. He finally, finally released her when she shoved his wrist away from its place between her legs. He thrust one last time and wrapped both arms around her waist, burying his face in the clouds of her dark hair, groaning he came hard.

For a long while after, he stayed just like that, dazed with comfort, body weak with exhaustion as she dragged her fingertips over his forearms.

Reluctantly, Éomer slid away and swept his hand over the small table by their bed, searching for the washcloth he'd left there earlier. finding it, he mopped up their combined mess between her thighs, then flung it over his shoulder, pulling her back into his arms and dragging the quilts over their bodies.

"I don't believe I'll be able to sit down comfortably today," Lothíriel remarked with a wry laugh as she snuggled into his warmth.

Éomer sighed, somewhat dramatically, then responded, "Ah, my lady, I fear that is something you will have to get used to," he playfully swatted her bottom, laughing at the expression on her face. "For your husband cannot get enough of you."


Hello All!

1. As always, ask me questions, send me suggestions or just say hi! I'd love to hear from you :)

2. Here's chapter 4! I'm thinking of making this PWP for a few more chapters, hopefully that doesn't offend anybody.

3. I had to rearrange the chapters a bit because I just had to write this one.

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-M-