Made For Each Other by LadySternchen  

He is hers. Wholly hers, as she is his. The flickering firelight caresses his body, makes his silver hair gleam, and oh, there cannot be a more beautiful sight, at least not to Melian. Her eyes feast on him as he sits with his back against the headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches her raptly, yet also -Melian laughs- nervously, almost shyly. How can that elf still feel insecure after millennia of marriage? But he does, and if anything, Melian finds it endearing.

Teasingly, she lets her hand wander up his thigh until she reaches his sex, until his balls lie in her hand. He leans back his head and moans, sending cosy shivers down her spine. Oh, she loves seeing him so, when control over his body finally slips from him.

She knows how uncomfortable she makes him with bidding him sit like this, with his own lust so obviously on display, knows he is more comfortable snuggled under blankets, but that cannot be helped tonight. Her king he might be, but tonight, he is solely at her service, or so he has told her in husky whispers when first her hands crept into his braies. And just now, he can do her no greater service than by letting her watch him.

His hands caress her, nimble fingers wandering over her neck and collarbone down to her breast, making her exhale with a shudder. He teases her nipple with one finger, then lets his right hand wander down a little, his left still busy with her breasts. He knows her spots, knows in which angle to slink his fingers between her legs.

Warmth spreads through her body like the vines of some forest plant that grow from the place his fingers touched her flesh.

This is so good. So so good.

“Wait!”

She pulls herself together, forces herself to come back again to the now.

“What can I do for you?” he asks huskily even as she leans over to kiss him deeply.

Even she does not know what the words are supposed to mean that she mumbles into this kiss, and nor does it matter. They both know the other’s movements almost before they know their own, and the next moment, Melian sits astride him, lowering herself onto his cock, ignoring his soft cry. The moment of their union is always one of deepest satisfaction to her, to feel him fill her perfectly, as they fit each other perfectly, like they are made for each other.

Well, strictly speaking they are made for each other, very literally made for each other, but Melian has no time for such thoughts just now. His hands on her back steady her, support her as she finds her rhythm. Oh, she is close, so close.

He bends his body around her, lets his tongue continue what his fingers have started and she buries her fingers in his silky hair.

It is his soft bite to her nipple that pushes her over the edge and into an orgasm that shakes her very being, that makes her hands clench in his hair.

“Melian. Oh beloved…” he moans as her climax makes her flesh contract around his shaft, bringing her as much satisfaction as him as she rides out her orgasm on him. He truly fits her perfectly.

Long gone are the days when they sought to reach the heights of their pleasure together, to lose themselves wholly in each other. This belonged to newlyweds, to the innocence of inexperience. This way may sound less romantic, but in reality brings them both so much more pleasure.

She knows that he cannot hold out any longer, so she lets go of his hair, to cup her hands around his face instead, to force him to look her in the eyes. He is silent as he reaches his climax, as he so often is. But she knows the look in the depths of his starry eyes that speaks of pleasure beyond any sound, beyond pain or desire. It is this moment when he still lays bare every last bit of his soul to her, when he is more vulnerable than in any other moment. His eyelids flutter shut as he spills his seed deep within her, a feeling she so loves, to feel him pulse within her. It is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

Funny, really, how the other’s orgasm brings them both more pleasure than their own. Or at least no less.

Now it is her time to hold him tight and wait for his ragged breathing to calm itself, and guide him into lying down.

“I love you.” she whispers as they finally lie tucked under their blanket, gently caressing his face all the while.

He does not answer immediately, but pulls her close again into a kiss, a kiss that in truth says more than words ever can.

Nonetheless, he breathes his ‘I love you, too’ into her ear once their lips part. For good measure. 

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