Honey
They never really made it out of the kitchen. Maybe it was better that way.
Celeborn brought out a bottle of honey, drizzling the sticky liquid in patterns over her torso as she laid on the cool surface of the floor. His blue eyes smoldered, dark with lust.
"It's my turn when you're done," Roselinde told him. He only grinned at her in return.
"Only if you think you can."
He used his lips, tongue, and sometimes his teeth to tease her. When he finished, he started again. Nothing more was said as her cries of passion echoed around them.