He stiffened as she sat down next to him. Her soft breasts and plump lips were almost whispering to him. Looking down at his plate he could not believe he still had to get through dinner and dancing before he could have his wife to himself.
Reading his thoughts she reached under the table and put her hand on his thigh teasingly. Then she moved it at his stifled groan with a giggle and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it, she said "Don't worry husband, only a few hours more."
"A few hours more and I will have died my teasing wife."
They had their ale and ate their dinners. The dancing and the celebrations were lovely and gay, and all the courtiers were in high spirits. The people were greatly pleased with the marriage of their king. After the war had ended the people simply wanted to return to peace and hopefully their nation would prosper. The marriage of the king gave them the promise of steady rule and hopefully an heir would appear soon from the union.
The streets were filled with dancing and singing. As the night wore on lights appeared, as the villagers refused to let their party end.
Throughout it all, Lirah felt Eomer's gaze burning into her skin. She would chance a glance at him occasionally, but would immediately look away every time. His gaze made her shift in her seat; the heat she could see in his eyes made her nervous.
At one point, her mother, seeming to know her mind, put a hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear "Do not fret about tonight child, he loves you. Both of you will will enjoy it more than you can imagine"
And then, as if on cue, Eomer stood.
"My lords and ladies of the court," he began, bowing. "The festivities have been marvelous, and on behalf of me and my queen I thank you all for coming. We shall now retire and I bid you all good evening."
He held out his hand to Lirah. She put her slender, trembling, hand into his rough yet steady one and stood up. The two bowed their heads to the court and then walked together out the door of the hall.
As they walked down the corridor together, Eomer could hear Lirah's sharp breathing. He felt her trembling body.
All her nerves did were make him more aroused.
They walked into their shared chamber. Lirah went into the antechamber to get ready for their night together.
"Now what do I do?" Eomer muttered.
He tried lying down on the bed, but he was still in his armor so it was uncomfortable. But besides that, it was rather unromantic and presumptive.
So he tried standing, but simply looked awkward.
What was he to do? He had to make it perfect, he'd promised her that.
Lirah slowly opened the door a crack. Peering inside her new joint chamber she could see nothing. It was almost completely dark. There was a little light coming from the fire in the hearth but not much.
Warily, she stepped inside the room. Her silk nightgown made no noise as she crept silently towards the window. It clung to her body and showed every curve she had and every movement she made.
The silver moonbeams guided her way to the square window in the wall. Her silent footsteps led her to the hole in the wood. Looking out the silver light illuminated her face and reflected of her soft brown hair and creamy white neck.
Rough fingers were caressing her neck. She felt shivers shoot down her spine at his touch.
His fingers were replaced by his soft lips. The hot breath on the nape of her neck set her groin pulsing. Lirah's breath became short and ragged.
He wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled up against her. She could feel his hardness against her back.
Running her hair through his hands, he gently moved it all to one shoulder, leaving her neck exposed. His lips returned to gently sucking on the white flesh of her throat.
She could not help but melt at his touch. The pulsing she felt between her legs would not let her do anything but give in to him.
He gave her one last kiss on her neck before spinning her around, almost roughly, to face him.
Her mouth melded with his, and this time it was she who pulled him closer. Grasping onto his hips she pulled him against her and they stood there for a brief moment, mouths connected and bodies wrapped about eachother.
He moved his kissing back down to her neck, as she ran her hands through his hair. His sucking lips continued their journey southward onto her milky white breast. The sleeves of her nightgown were pulled off and the front fell down, leaving her exposed and shining silver in the moonlight. His eyes took in the sight of her pointed nipples before he opened his mouth and began suckling on them.
Lirah gasped at the pleasurable sensation. Her neck collapsed and she threw her head back; a sign of her submission to his touch.
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Picking her up, Eomer pulled the nightgown completely from her body and left it in a crumpled pile on the floor.
With one arm cradled under her knees and the other supporting her back, he carried her to the bed. Gently he lied her down on the flowing silky red sheets.
Lying there with one knee up, and using her elbows to support herself she knew that he was completely in control.
He stepped back and admired her. The smooth contours of her body. The curving thighs and arching breasts with the hard pink nipples at their peaks. Her concaved stomach and curving hips. Her soft hair as it framed her face and fell over her collarbone, nearly covering her breasts.
He reached up to take off his breastplate.
"No!"
There had been silence for so long that both of them were surprised by her rasping voice.
Lirah sat up on her knees.
"Let me take it off," she whispered softly.
With gentle fingers she removed his breastplate, shoulder guards, and chain mail in slow succession. Then his girdle was removed, along with his brown tunic.
He shivered at her touch, as her delicate hands moved along his body removing him of his armor.
Without it, standing before her in naught but his breeches, he suddenly felt vulnerable.
She put her cold hand on his smooth chest. Starting at his pectoral muscles, she moved her hand down his chest slowly, letting her fingers run over his muscular stomach and then brush along the hardened penis.
Suddenly she grasped his hips and pulled them to her.
In an instant he was on top of her.
He grasped at her breasts and roughly needed at them with his large hands. Both of her legs were wrapped around his back, and moved his hands down her stomach and under her bottom. Sliding them along her bottom he moved his rough touch to her thighs.
Quivering, she could not take it any longer and opened her legs. He moved his right hand to her inner thigh, sliding it up higher and higher.
Suddenly two rough fingers were curled in her dark curling hairs. And then they moved up and in.
Her back arched as she writhed in both pain and pleasure. The heat that had started in between her legs seemed to travel as far as her feet. It intensified as he began to use his thumb externally, along with his pointer and index finger that had already entered her.
She tried to move away from his touch but he used his other arm to pin her down. His large fingers' movement in her was almost too much for her to bear. She struggled against his hold on her but he would not let go, nor would he cease his quickening movement of his fingers up and down.
The tension was building in her lower abdomen. Her entire body quivered as she let out quick gasps and stifled moans.
But Eomer would not stop. His fingers moved faster and faster as thought Lirah's cries and moaning were encouragement.
She grasped onto the wooden posts of the bed, pulling on them to try and get away from the foreign burning in her navel.
And suddenly with one muffled cry, the explosion came.
Her whole body convulsed as the tension was released. Eomer looked up at her and grinned. He put his chin on her stomach.
"Did you enjoy that wife?"
Lirah was too busy panting to give more than a feeble nod.
He stood up on his knees and slowly peeled off his breeches so that she could see every inch of him.
The quivering between her legs had returned as she longed for him to enter her.
Sensing her desire he clambered on top of her.
It slipped in easier than she had expected it to, not realizing that she was still wet from his use of fingers in her. His reason for that was to make their lovemaking more comfortable for her by making it less dry.
Still, he was large and she was a virgin. The stretching caused her to cry out in shock.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he whispered worriedly in her ear.
"No!" she lied automatically; there was more pleasure then there was pain.
He kissed her gently and began rocking slowly.
She grasped onto his shoulders, her nails scratching his back.
"Harder! Faster!" she cried.
He began to pick up his speed and drove into her harder. He had to grasp onto her hips to keep her body steady.
His torso was erect in the air, as she lied on the bed with her back and neck arched. Primal moans of pleasure were escaping her lips.
Eomer threw his head back and drove into her harder.
He was feeling the tension building up, knowing he was nearing climax. The sweat clung to his forehead and hair was stuck to the back of his neck as he continued to drive himself into her tight folds.
And then it came. He did not release his grasp of her hips as his orgasm rocked her body even more violently then her own had.
Collapsing next to her he panted and gasped for breath. She closed her eyes and quietly breathed through her nose. Then she curled up closer to him, nestled under his arm.
"How much longer until we can do that again?"
"Give me about a half an hour love and then we'll go again." Eomer laughed at her eagerness.