The boulder they'd been sitting on proved a bit too awkward for anything more than kissing, which was how Sigrid found herself stretched out on her back on the pebbled shore, cushioned on the blanket that had so recently been around Fili's waist. She stared up at the sky, one arm still draped across her breasts. She bit her lip in giggly excitement as she felt the dwarf's lips brush across her instep. "That tickles!"
"Does it? How about this?" He nipped her ankle.
"Oi, knock it off." She grinned and gazed down her body to find his bright blue eyes as he laughed along with her. "And be careful with those socks. They're my warmest pair."
He turned serious. "I'll guard them with my life," he promised her solemnly, though his lips twitched with a poorly hidden smile. He rolled up her socks and tucked them neatly into her shoes, which were lined up beside his heavy boots alongside the blanket.
Sigrid allowed herself the opportunity to admire his naked body as he stretched across her. Now that she could stare at him openly without feeling like a voyeur she could better appreciate how... lovely he was. It seemed an odd word to use in reference to the broad-shouldered, rugged young dwarf prince, but no other word seemed quite sufficient. His skin had the warm gilded tone of one who spent a lot of time outdoors in all weathers. It made his thick hair look that much more like spun gold as it draped across his shoulders. His muscles were hard and defined under his skin, and she found that watching them shift around as he moved was hypnotic.
The touch of his lips against her belly made her jump and Sigrid realized that she'd let her mind wander. That was the second time that afternoon she'd gotten distracted watching his back.
"Fili...," she murmured, resting her hand on his hair. Her fingers teased at his tight braids, still heavy and damp from his earlier dip in the lake.
"Pretty Sigrid," he breathed, his words tickling across her stomach. "By Mahal... You're a sight for sore eyes, lass." He dipped his tongue into her navel and Sigrid gasped softly, her hand tightening in his hair. She still wore her bloomers, and while she was glad to have them – she didn't think she was quite ready to show him everything – they were definitely getting more and more uncomfortable as time passed.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the heat of Fili's mouth and his body pressed along her side. The cool breeze off the lake chilled her bare skin and she greedily pressed closer to him, eager to absorb some of the heat that poured off him like a furnace.
The dwarf had started kissing upward and Sigrid shivered as he pressed a kiss to the arm that rested across her breasts. "It's okay, lass," he murmured, moving a little higher to kiss her breastbone. "Let me see you, Sigrid."
The way he said her name was magical. His voice had a faint burr to it that made the "-gr-" sound like a purr. "There's not much to see," she whispered, voice shaking. She wanted to slap herself for sounding like such a silly girl.
Fili raised his head and smiled down at her. "Let me be the judge of that, Sigrid." He gave her a playful wink. She bit her lip to fight back a nervous giggle, and when she felt his strong, thick-fingered hand circle her wrist to lift away her arm she didn't fight it.
"Ah, lass," Fili moaned as he gazed down at her. "Perfect. Mahal couldn't have made you more perfect if he'd forged you himself."
He sat up and smoothed his hand down her body from throat to hip, grazing his knuckles lightly between her breasts before spreading his fingers across her lower belly; so close, so very, very close to the liquid heat that pooled between her thighs. The hard, hot press of his thick cock against her hip made her blush. That was for her. She did that to him. Her fingers itched to smooth down his furry chest to his narrow waist, then lower to see just how hot dwarves could burn.
Sigrid watched Fili through heavy lashes, wondering what he saw when he looked at her with such dark eyes. She let him lift her arms to cross her wrists on the blanket above her head. It left her feeling terribly exposed, but the way Fili's eyes drank her in chased away any anxiety, replacing it with a smoldering heat that pressed outward in her lower belly.
She wished he'd touch her some more.
"I don't know where to touch first," Fili rasped, as though reading her mind.
Sigrid laughed softly, and Fili's eyes lit up at the way the movement made her breasts jiggle. "I didn't think a prince of Erebor would be so indecisive," she teased, raising a foot to poke him in the thigh with her toe. "Let alone Fili of Ered Luin. What do you want to touch?"
Fili growled, catching her foot and squeezing gently, his thumb kneading her instep. Sigrid's bones turned to jelly and she bit her lip to hold in a very indecorous moan.
"I know what I want," Fili assured her. "But that's something for a proper bed."
"Oh..." It was getting harder to breathe as his hand moved up from her foot, massaging her calf.
"Tell me, pretty Sigrid." He looked up, and his gentle blue eyes were almost black, his pupils blown. "What would you like to touch?"
Were her eyes as dark as his? Could he tell how badly she wanted to feel him under her palms? "May I...?" she breathed, wistful and hopeful.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping you."
Sigrid managed to roll into a sitting position, her languid muscles protesting all the way. Fili watched her with a hawklike gaze as she moved onto her knees in front of him and pressed her hands against his abdomen. He took the hint and let her push him down onto the blanket.
"You're so warm," she murmured, watching her pale hands trail down his stomach, her fingers combing through the fine trail of golden hair that led down, down, down until she could curl her hand around his cock. Even thinking the word made her ears hot. Cock. It was surely red and proud, just like the rooster that crowed with each new morning, but oddly smooth and heavy in her palm.
"So hot..." She stroked him gently, watching in fascination as his member seemed to swell and grow even harder in her hand. "Do dwarves have fire in their blood? Is that why you burn like this? Fili..."
She could touch him forever.
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If she stopped touching him, Fili was sure he'd burst into tears.
Sigrid's hands were pale as milk, but her fingers were calloused from years of hard work and honest toil. The way she handled him was almost maddening, delicate and curious, her thumb stroking along the sensitive vein that ran along the underside of his cock from root to tip.
He caught her wrist, stilling her and drawing her attention up to his face. "Sigrid," he rasped. "You'll kill me, lass, if you keep touching like that." She started to shrink away, clearly worried that she'd done something wrong, but he held tight and kept her hand in place. "No, sweet lady, that's not what I meant. I just meant there's more you can do, if you're willing."
She bit her lip. "I... I won't give up my maidenhead, master dwarf," she said firmly. "I vowed I'd not do that till my wedding night."
"Because you're a better soul than I, Sigrid." He smiled, his fingers stroking her wrist. "And I didn't mean that. Can I show you what I did mean?"
She blushed and nodded. "Yes... please, Fili..."
"And no more of this 'master dwarf' nonsense," he chuckled. "It makes me feel like a prat."
Sigrid grinned and poked his hip with her free hand. "It'll keep your ego in check."
"It's already under lock and key thanks to Balin and my uncle." With gentle hands Fili coaxed the young woman into his lap, straddling his thighs. "Have you ever done this before, lass?"
She looked embarrassed for a moment. "No..." Then, softly, "Have you?"
"Aye. A few times."
"Oh..."
"I'm sorry." He didn't know why he felt he had to apologize, but she looked so crestfallen.
"No, it's okay." She offered him a weak smile. "Da mentioned that you're more than 80 years old. Even if that means that you're about my age in dwarf years, I suppose it would make sense that you'd have … been with other women by now. Dwarf ladies. Most human girls my age are married by now. Eighty years is a lifetime to us."
Fili didn't know what else to say, so trusting his actions to speak for him as they had in the past he tugged on the waist of her bloomers, easing them over the gentle swell of her hips.
Sigrid stiffened. "Fili...?"
He gave her a reassuring smile and caught her hand from his abdomen, bringing it to his mouth.
His tongue darted out to lave her palm and he heard her moan. He swiped his tongue over her hand a couple more times, from the heel to the tips of her fingers, then curled into a sitting position as he settled her wet hand around his throbbing cock again. "Ahhhh... That's good," he choked. "Sigrid, that's good..."
"Like this?" Her hand started to move, carefully sliding up and down along his thick shaft.
Fili saw stars.
"Mahal, yes... Yes...," he gasped.
One of his arms curled around her waist, tugging her a little further up his lap. He held her close as his other hand smoothed down her belly, seeking out the valley between her legs. As his fingers found her wet heat he heard Sigrid gasp and felt her tremble. "F-fili," she whimpered.
His own voice was useless at this point, air too hard to come by, so he kissed her in answer.
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Sigrid moaned into the dwarf prince's mouth, heat flooding her body from head to toe. She could imagine the picture they made: Sigrid crouching in Fili's lap, her bloomers caught half down her thighs as his strong, clever fingers stroked between her legs, her own hand eagerly working his swollen cock. Just envisioning it made her press closer, desperate for more.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest, the coarse hair teasing her sensitive nipples. She gasped and Fili's tongue slipped into her mouth, stealing her breath away. A moment later she felt his finger press carefully into her slit, then he was inside her.
If she'd had any breath remaining it would have left her then.
"Fili...!" she managed to gasp, falling away from his lips and letting her head loll back as his hand began to rock gently between her legs. "Oh... V-valar...!" She realized her own hand had stilled in his lap and she quickly started stroking him again, feeling uncoordinated and awkward. Was this how Fillon the tailor's son had felt when he'd touched her breast behind the bargehouse? All elbows and knees and not enough hands but too many fingers? She had even more sympathy for him now.
"Sigrid... more, like... yes, YES, like that...!" Fili buried his face in her shoulder, groaning and grunting. She felt his cock twitch and pulse in her hand and then a burst of wet heat flooded over her belly, splashing up to her breasts. Fili's member softened in her grip and he moaned. It was animal and feral and beautiful and perfect.
Sigrid wanted to lean back and look at him, but then she felt his lips against the side of her neck as his thumb brushed across the place at the top of her slit that had been throbbing since she first saw him in the water, and her world turned fuzzy, then very, very bright.
"Filiiii..." She threw her free arm around Fili's shoulders, digging her fingers into his flesh and cleaving to him for dear life as she started to move in his lap, letting instinct take over where experience was lacking.
The rough pad of his thumb against that tight bundle of nerves and fireworks was the sweetest torture imaginable. She was vaguely aware of Fili's voice by her ear, murmuring soft words of encouragement in the common tongue mixed with what must have been Khuzdul, but it all blended together in Sigrid's overheated brain. The scent of him, of them, was overpowering: clear water, the sharp bite of evergreen and the bitter tang of sweat, and under it all the heavy musk of arousal. His hand was slippery between her legs and she wanted to cry because it felt so good.
Then there was his thumb once more, pressing just so, and moving just so, and she fell apart, letting out a soft cry that might have been his name or might have been some wordless, primitive invocation.
She slumped against his chest, gasping. After a few breathless minutes she managed to murmur, "Oh... Valar..."
"Mmm..." Fili kissed the corner of her eye. "Now imagine, my pretty fair maid, what we could do in a proper bed."
She whimpered, because now that she'd felt THAT, she really, really wanted to know what else he could make her feel. "Better than that?" she breathed.
"Pretty Sigrid, that was just an appetizer. Dwarves are masters of the banquet."
"Oh, VALAR..."