Arwen's Temptation

Arwen shuts the door and turns. A slow smile pulls at her mouth as she studies him standing there, still the perfect host, waiting. She steps closer, runs two fingers along the front of his trousers, and feels him stiffen under the fabric. She keeps that touch light, teasing, until the strain against his zipper makes her bite her lip. Then she drops to her knees, frees him, and takes him deep in one smooth motion, saliva glistening along his length each time she pulls back. When she rises, she slips her dress off her shoulders. Naked, she faces the bed and leans forward, palms flat, offering herself. He steps in behind her, grips her hips, and works the slick head of his cock against her tightest opening. Arwen pushes back, taking him inch by inch until her body yields. He moves steadily, driving deeper, and the room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin. She reaches back to spread herself wider, urging him harder. When his rhythm falters, she pulls away, drops to her knees once more, and opens her mouth. His release hits her tongue and streaks her cheek, leaving her flushed and smiling up at him.