„What are you doing, melamin?" Thranduil asked in a lazy voice.
Gwen stopped in her motions and hesitated. "Nothing." She said with a small giggle. "Mmhh.." He hummed and closed his eyes again.
Lately the days got warmer and today Thranduil had no duties at all, so he decided to spend the whole day with Gwendolyn. They had a little picnic and since then Thranduil was laying on his back with his head in Gwen's lap.
His silk, blonde hair flowed like a river over her thighs and knees and at first she just watched him relaxing as the sun was shining on his face. Then she reached her fingers into his hair and slowly ran her fingers through it.
After a while she recognized the beautiful flowers next to them. She picked some of them and placed them onto the blanket. Then she reached for one strand of his hair, separated it in three parts and started to braid it, braiding the flowers also into that strand.
Gwendolyn took a quick glance to his face and froze. His eyes were open and he looked at her with a smile, heartwarming and fond. She stopped and rubbed her pointer finger and thumb over the braided strand of hair.
Thranduil reached behind to her hand and laced his fingers with hers, pulling her hand forward so he could kiss along her knuckles. "You braided my hair." He said in between two kisses and looked up at her again. Gwen nodded, swallowing a bit as her cheeks were burning. "Eilidiel showed me how to do it and I just couldn't resist with the flowers nearby."
Thranduil rose and sat up; he still had her hand in his and then took the braided strand into his other hand. He looked at it with a smile and then turned around to face Gwen. He wrapped his fingers around her chin and placed a delicate kiss onto her lips.
Gwen slowly placed one hand onto his chest and soon Thranduil shifted onto his knees and gently forced her to lay down onto her back. He positioned himself between her legs and kept the kiss going.
"My beautiful treasure…" He hummed and pulled back a bit, his lips hovering over hers. Gwen ran her hand over his chest and quickly leant up to kiss him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth. A groan left his throat about that boldness, his lips turned into a sly grin as he pressed her down with his body.
He had let go of her hand and now tangled his fingers into her hair while he intensified the kiss. He let her tongue move around in his mouth, but then he pushed her tongue out of his mouth and now it was his turn to explore her mouth. She whimpered and her fingers flexed on his chest, she gently dug her nails into the fabric of his robe.
Thranduil tilted his head lightly to the side and deepened the kiss even more. Her chest was heaving fast as he tried to keep up that passionate kiss but she moved her head to the side, gasping. After she took two heavy breaths Gwen looked back at him, her cheeks crimson red.
He flashed her a smile and started to nibble on her bottom lip slowly. Then he moved his attention to her throat, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he then wandered with his lips to the side of her neck. "I…I…mhm…" Thranduil let out a chuckle and whispered. "You? What?"
Thinking got harder for Gwen. From day to day he knew more about her weak spots and how he could seduce her, let her melt in his arms. "I-I don't think, this is a good place…ugh…" He had taken her ear lobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. "…a-a good place for…"
"Mhm, for?" He questioned and started to unlace the front of her dress. "For…" Gwen wanted to answer but as soon as he had the laces undone, he had pulled it open and now his hand was gently massaging her breast. She bucked her hips up and gasped at how aroused he already was.
"I do think... it is a perfect place for…" Thranduil breathed hotly into her ear, his tongue was slowly making its way over her outer shell while his pointer finger and thumb were pinching her nipple. Gwen couldn't keep quiet anymore. A shaky moan left her lips and she turned her head to look up at the elven king.
Gwen nodded, she still breathed out fast and heavy but her fingers still found their way to open his tunic. "You convinced me, my king, it is a perfect place here…" His grin grew wider and swiftly Thranduil had pushed her dress his long fingers hooked into her undergarments, he stopped and looked up at her with a wicked and dark smile.
Gwen breathed in heavily as he was pulling down her soaked undergarments, she bit down onto her bottom lip and as soon as Thranduil positioned himself again between her legs, she wrapped one around his waist and cupped his face in her hands. She couldn't tell what was going on with her but she just wanted to feel him, to be his. Yes, she wanted to be his one and only.
The king was a bit surprised about her boldness but he liked it. Better, he loved it.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long time before Thranduil slowly pushed himself inside of her. He heard a deep and heavy moan, so he stopped so Gwen could adjust herself to him.
His lips found their way to hers again and he slowly started to make sweet love with her.
