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As of now, it's Legolas' turn again...
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-Legolas-
Smiling, I look at him. My eyes move over his body, adoring every inch of his tanned skin, the muscles beneath it and the dark hair, leading from his breast to his navel. I cannot help but touch him.. move with my hands over his shoulders und down to his nipples, circling them, worshipping them with my fingertips.
I let my fingernails scratch slightly over the hard peaks, noticing the hissing sound that escapes Aragorn's lips, and feeling extremely aroused by it. It always makes me respond, when he does that. When he tries to hide his lust and tries to hold back, but doesn't really succeed. I know he cannot wait long, the impatient human that he is, but in him, impatience goes along with temper and passion. A passion that makes my heart miss a beat as soon as I see his breathing speed up.
I know him. I can almost read it in his eyes. Every single thought of his. I know him so well it almost scares me, knowing what he likes, what he dislikes, what drives him mad, what brings him to climax. And at the same moment, it makes me feel safe and secure in his presence. Like he is part of me. Like he belongs to me. Just like I belong to him.
The look he is giving me now, touches me deep within. No playing, no teasing, just genuine affection. And all I want him to do now, is bury him inside of me, fill me with all I can take, and make me forget all about battle, war, suffering and death.
No, my Aragorn, all I want to see, feel, and know now, is you. This moment, this love. Our love. And so I spread my legs willingly, moving closer to him and letting him lift me up on his thighs. Trembling, I feel his hands stroking over my body, tenderly holding my hips to pull me even closer to him. So close our cocks touch, and instantly, burning need takes hold of me.
And that is what I have always envied about him. The pleasure of impatience, of pure lust, being able to cherish the ecstatic sensation of the moment. Surrendering to the hunger inside of him. And through him, I was able to accept at least a bit of that ability.
Gods, I want him. I want him to forget about everything and take me. Now. So I let go of my self-restraint and let my head sink down on the bed in total devotion. "Take me, my love.", I whisper.
And I need not ask twice. Watching me with a deep and passionate gaze, Aragorn takes me in his strong hands, strokes me, once, twice, with strong movements, caresses the head of my erection with his rough thumb. Heat spills out of me, and I feel his thumb taking it up, the clear liquid, the sign of my need for him.
He lifts his hand and studies it, with an earnest look, yet full of love, before his eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission. When I smile hat him, he lowers his hand out of my sight.
I close my eyes, waiting for the sensation of his finger entering me, and when it does, a deep moan escapes my lips. He is so careful, cautious, although I would not mind if he pushed into me harder. But he does not want to hurt me, my Aragorn. Though I doubt he ever could.
That is one thing he will never understand. Nothing he can do, could hurt me. I am bound to him with all of my heart, and that will remain that way for as long as I live.
The feeling of his finger inside of me is breathtaking. Slowly, he moves it, stretching me, widening me, then a second finger follows, and a third. And with each motion, my body shivers in anticipation of the moment he will find the heart of my sentiments.