Warning: The following contains sexual content of a mature nature.
"Linn, you have far too few clothes on to be doing that?"
"Do I? And here I thought you had on far too many."
Legolas's pulse raced as Cellinn's fingers reached for the fastenings of his tunic and deftly began to undo them. He helped her pull the fabric over his head, then sucked in a breath as her fingers traced from his collarbone, down the center of his chest, over the plane of his stomach and stopping just above the waist of his leggings. Could anything feel better than her fingers on his skin?
He raked his gaze over her unclad form, marveling at her lovely shape revealed to him. He had been aroused as soon as he had seen her in that thin robe; but when she had untied it and let it fall open… Only the swirling storm of emotion had kept him from reaching out for her then and there. It seemed not to matter how much distance lay between them, he would always want her.
She glanced up at him as her fingers reached for the lacings. 'Can this truly be happening?' he wondered. Not an hour ago, he had been in such turmoil, hating himself for what he had done, and yet still angry at her for her rejection. How foolish of him to push her away — to not give her a chance to explain. He loved her, would always love her, no matter what she did. Now that she had explained, he understood only too well why she had acted as she did; and with that no longer stopping them, he could finally make her his.
He took her fingers in his hands, stilled her movements and prevented her from loosening the ties. When she frowned and opened her mouth to protest, he placed a finger over her lips. "Hush."
He could see the surprise in her eyes, as well as the heated desire. She wanted him as well. Legolas smiled and instead of answering her, stooped to pick up her robe. When he straightened, he wrapped it around her, hiding her figure from his eyes. Not that he did not wish to look — he just wanted the opportunity to unwrap her himself.
At her frown of confusion, he grinned and swept her up into his arms, marching quickly to their bed and depositing her upon it. As she sat there blinking up at him, his eyes swept over her, lovingly tracing each curve with his gaze.
She looked up at him curiously with a hesitant smile. He reached down and ran a fingertip across her cheek and over her bottom lip. Then he bent down, placing one hand on either side of her legs, and kissed her, soft and gentle at first, then becoming bolder. She matched him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He placed one knee on the bed, and pushed forward, bringing his body over hers as he lowered her back onto the bed.
Running the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips, he felt her sigh and open for him. He swept his tongue into her mouth, tangled it with hers, and groaned as heat rushed through his veins. Already hard, he tightened further, his leggings getting increasingly uncomfortable. He needed her — needed to become one with her in both body and spirit. Pressing down on her, he ground himself against her hip, the friction nearly undoing him.
Her gasp reminded him that he could not selfishly satisfy himself. He could not lose himself in his own desires, but needed to see to Cellinn's as well. Dragging his lips from hers and trailing them down her throat, he wondered how he would ever last that long. He felt as if a single touch from her would unhinge him.
Settling on his side next to her, he let his hands roam over her arm, his fingers lightly brushing against the curve of her breast. Her eyes were closed and her breath hitched between her parted lips. He lowered his head to kiss her again, losing himself in her taste, the feel of her beside him, her mouth on his, their tongues mating. He needed more, so much more.
He dragged himself from her with a groan. His pants had become painfully tight. Falling back onto the pillows, he reached down to untie his lacings, but her fingers were instantly there, doing it for him. 'By the stars! He would never last if she continued to touch him!
But the feel of her beside him, the brush of her fingers on his length through the fabric felt so good… He closed his eyes and just breathed as the material loosened and the cool air caressed him.
Her exclamation gave him a start and his eyes snapped open. She knelt beside him, the silk of her robe gaping and revealing the curve of one breast to his gaze. Looking up, he found her eyes glued to his exposed groin. He glanced down and grinned. Cellinn had never seen him in this state before.
Legolas lifted his hips and shimmied out of his leggings, tossing them with one foot onto the floor. Then he watched her expression as she gazed at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. "Oh," she repeated.
Everywhere her eyes touched him, heat tingled over his skin. By the stars above, if she kept looking at him like that… His eyes widened as she reached out and drew a single fingertip down his length. His hips jerked, and he met her startled gaze, feeling quite shocked himself. He had known this would feel wonderful, but…
She touched him again. His eyes fluttered closed as the sensations grew more pleasurable. His skin grew warm with his excitement, and he groaned.
He felt her draw back. "Am I hurting you?" she asked in an uncertain tone.
"No," he breathed, swallowing hard. "Don't stop." He asked it before he considered the consequences. Her fingers returned to explore him, her fingers wrapping slowly around him, the feel of her palm stroking down, then back up, her thumb running over the tip…
Whether his inexperience with the touch of another, the emotions of the last few hours or simply the fact he had waited for her for so long — the sensations overwhelmed him. He shattered, crying out as his body jerked in her hand, his seed spilling over his belly as pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt at his own hand took him.
When he came back to himself, he was breathing hard. Never had he felt so relaxed, so free. He opened his eyes, and found Cellinn biting her lip and staring down at him with a perplexed expression. She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, making her look even more beautiful. "Was that supposed to happen?" she asked in a small voice.
One corner of his lips drew up and a chuckle shook him. "Well… yes and no." At her look of confusion, he explained. "Yes, it was supposed to happen, just not yet." He grinned sheepishly at her, feeling his face grow warm.
Her brows drew together as she reached for something under her pillow. "Well now I understand why Minuialwen told me to keep a towel handy."
He snorted as she wiped away the mess. "I would not have thought of that."
She gave him a little smile and folded the small towel, placing it back under the pillow. "Is that all then?" She gazed down at her knees, her fingers nervously toying with the edge of her robe. She actually looked disappointed.
Raising himself up onto his elbows, he watched her for a moment. She was so beautiful. Her blue eyes kept glancing at him timidly then darting back to her lap. "It's alright, love."
"But…" Her teeth nipped at her lower lip.
Sitting up with the pillows propped behind him, he drew her across his lap. She buried her face in his neck. "It's alright," he reassured her. "We don't have to stop now."
He shook his head. "No. In fact, it's probably better this happened. Now I can focus on you and not worry about that happening too soon."
"But…" Her arm tightened about his neck. "But it…"
"It what?" he asked, confused.
Cellinn pulled back, her expression confounded. Then she looked pointedly down at his limp flesh between them. "But it's not hard anymore."
Legolas laughed. All the tension of the past two weeks — all the emotions that had kept him miserable — had all been released, and it felt good to laugh. He ignored her pout and the spread of a blush across her cheeks and gathered her against him, continuing to chuckle. "Trust me, once I get that robe off you again, that won't be a problem."
She peeked up at him through her hair. "It won't?"
He shook his head. Tucking her hair behind her ear, he lowered his head and kissed her gently, his lips a soft caress against hers. His fingers slid over her jaw, down her neck and then glided up, lightly running over the soft skin behind her ear. She shivered.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, then trailed his lips slowly across her cheek to her ear, nibbling at her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her. Oh, this was fun! Legolas smiled against her, letting his fingers delve between their bodies for the sash of her robe. He untied it, freeing it to gape open to his gaze and wandering fingers.
He felt her trembling, but knew she was only nervous, no longer afraid. Not as she had been. He could feel her eagerness, her excitement. It felt as if he were partially connected to her already. Perhaps he was; the thought awed him, as he began to realize what being bound to her would mean.
Legolas drew back, gazing down at the opening of the robe. She blushed more deeply, dipping her head and hiding her face in her long hair. He chuckled, brushed the dark curtain away and kissed her breathless. When he broke away to catch his own breath, he drew one of her knees over him so that she straddled his legs. Then he pushed the robe off her shoulders, down her arms and pulled it away, exposing her completely to his fingers and gaze. The robe slid from the bed to the floor.
His eyes skimmed over her, following every dimple, every curve. He reached and traced a finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel. "You're so beautiful." He smiled. "My beautiful wife."
She sucked in a breath and then wrapped her arms around him. He sat up and buried his face in her neck, relishing the feel of her fingers in his hair and along his shoulders. He wanted to touch and taste her everywhere. When her lips touched his shoulder, he realized she felt the same.
The heat of her intimate parts pressed against him, and his sated flesh ignited with renewed desire. He lifted her so she knelt over him and lowered his head to suckle one breast. Cellinn gasped then moaned as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, then drew it between his lips. He cupped her other breast in his hand, feeling the weight of it, massaging and listening to her intake of breath as he did.
"Lass," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, holding him to her. He could not agree more. This was simply divine. Nothing could compare with the feel of her in his arms, in his mouth. He released her only to lavish attention on her other breast, burying his face against her as his hands slipped around and down to cup her bottom, pulling her more tightly into his hardness.
He lifted his head, meeting her heated gaze. "I need you," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers.
Her eyes widened, and he could see the uncertainty rise in her again. 'Slow down,' he told himself. But he did not wish to — he wanted to fill her with himself and find that explosion that had sent his senses scattering on the winds – to feel such freedom within her…
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. She would not be ready yet, not according to what Arandur had told him. He needed to touch her more, prepare her for him. He gulped and looked down at the unfamiliar part of her, hidden from his eyes by a sprinkling of curly hair.
Lifting her, he guided her to lie beside him on her back. She boldly held his gaze, but he could see how nervous she was, could hear the pounding of her heart. "It's alright," he told her as he settled on his side next to her and kissed her.
He let his hands roam over her, remembering to touch all her skin, not just her breasts, although they were so beautiful as to take his breath away! He lowered his head to suckle her again, but this time, he let his hands wander over her abdomen and lower. Her breath hitched as his fingers gently delved into the most intimate parts of her, and her knees parted, giving him greater access.
Uncertain himself now, he pulled back and watched her face as he caressed her, noting when she frowned and bit her lip, as opposed to when her lips parted and she sucked in a breath. By watching her expressions, he learned how to touch her.
Then he slipped one finger inside her. She stiffened, and he waited, letting her grow accustomed to the feel. When she relaxed, he added another, moving them in and out, feeling her tightness surrounding him. He glanced down at himself, wondering how he could ever fit in such a place without extreme pain on her behalf.
Cellinn's hand reached for his, drawing it back up to her center. He smiled. She might be uncertain, but she knew what she liked; and though her cheeks flushed pink, her lips tilted in a small smile as he resumed touching her. He was surprised when her hands tightened into fists on the bedding, then he realized her body had tensed. Remembering his release earlier, he realized she approached her own. He hesitated, then removed his hand from her. She released a sound of frustration and blinked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Smiling reassuringly, he lifted himself over her, settling himself between her thighs, brushing their intimate parts together. He nearly groaned.
"Oh." She looked up at him, wide-eyed, nervousness replacing the heat from only minutes before.
"You say that a lot." He smiled down at her, lowering himself so his weight rested on his forearms.
"Do I?" She quivered beneath him.
The feel of her under him ignited something deep inside him, driving him to complete the act. He fought the urge to simply impale himself, and forced himself to move slowly. "Relax," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her as he shifted, bringing the tip of him to rest against the entrance to her body. Her arms tightened around him, and he nuzzled his face against her cheek, breathing hard in his efforts to restrain himself.
Then he began to press forward, slowly entering her. Slick warmth surrounded the tip of him; he pressed further into the tightness, feeling her begin to stiffen beneath him. "Shhh," he assured her again, kissing her cheek, her ear, her hair as he waited for her to calm. She trembled, but after a moment, he felt her stiffness subside.
Biting his lip, Legolas took advantage of her relaxed state. He hated to hurt her, but it would be better to do it quickly. He pushed steadily into her without stopping, hearing her cry out as he breeched her maidenhead. He was overwhelmed by the tight heat surrounding him, encasing him; and he felt something else, some distant song calling to his soul.
Cellinn bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut tight, and tightened her grip around him. Her breaths came hard and fast. She fought to relax against the sudden pain. It was not unbearable, more of a sharp sting, a stretching, but the feeling of Legolas inside her was different and strange — not entirely unpleasant, but not comfortable either. He held perfectly still, and slowly, her body adjusted, and the pain subsided to a dull ache. She took a shuddering breath, feeling all of him pressing against her. Despite the discomfort, it felt right. This was exactly where she belonged.
She realized he was trembling above her. Easing her grip around him, she caressed his shoulders, back and lower. He felt so good. And now he was hers. She smiled.
Then he began to move, slowly at first, withdrawing just a bit and then pushing back. The motion caused her brow to furrow at the new sensations, and for a moment, she thought she heard a breath of song.
He withdrew from her further, almost completely and then plunged back into her as far as he could go, groaning as he did so. Cellinn gasped as he rubbed across that one spot he had touched earlier. It was as if fire shot through her. All the feeling from earlier returned as he continued pulling back and pressing forward in a slow rhythm that caused her body to thrum with excitement. Something was going to happen — she had no idea what, but she welcomed it, holding him and pressing kisses to any part of him she could reach.
Legolas was breathing heavily now, his arms quivering as he controlled his motions. She opened her eyes and looked up into his face; it was drawn tight with concentration, his eyes closed. "Go faster," she breathed, pushing up to lay several kisses along his throat. His head fell back giving her greater access and she laved his pulse with her tongue then drew the skin into her mouth, sucking lightly. He thrust into her more quickly, hitting that spot…
Within her, she could now hear the resonance of the song again. She gasped as his body rocked above her. The pleasure built within her, driving her towards something wonderful. He moved faster, moaning and breathing hard. It was beautiful, she thought. This joining of bodies, of two hearts. Never had she dreamed it would feel like this.
Moving counter to him, Cellinn met his thrusts, and suddenly, it was as if her world exploded. She broke apart into a million pieces and found herself scattered on the wind, floating free as her body pulsed around him in a blazing inferno. The song grew in crescendo, becoming clearer, and she realized it was the call of his soul to hers. Then she heard Legolas cry out as he stiffened.
All the tiny pieces of her soul were swept up with the shattered pieces of his, entwining and dancing together on a breeze. She laughed and heard him laugh with her, felt him caress her very spirit. It was no longer the two of them; they were one.
To Be Continued…
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