Born from Stone (A Thorin Oakenshield story)

Double trouble

Thorin's long fingers secured Eilin's hips and his voice rumbled through the sensitive skin of her neck. "Heaven above you are going to kill me." He was out of breath and his voice was hoarse and subdued.

Eilin cupped his other hand that was almost rigid around her full breast as he was coming down from the ecstasy that she had offered him. Her fingers clawed his buttocks as he gifted her with a few precious fading thrusts of passion and her stomach quivered from the breathtaking orgasm that had erupted in her a few moments before he unravelled for her. "I don't know who is going to kill who..." she whispered and leaned her head back to the pillow giving him ample view of her neck. As he rocked inside her his mouth opened up and gnawed the side of her throat ravenously. Her skin exploded with shivers of pleasure and the taut peak of her breast got chafed by his palm. He hummed and her lower body convulsed discreetly at his tune. "Sweet Eru...Thorin..." she smiled and tried to catch her breath.

"Your thirst for pleasure is absolutely unquenchable. I'll probably die before I manage to satiate you." He whispered upon her skin.

Her fingers pressed his buttocks firmly and she hissed. "You are my spark of ignition. You are driving me crazy!"

His lips curled up in a smile and his tongue came out to lap her generously before he whispered. "So we will either kill each other, or drive each other crazy. That's not good news for our child."

She snorted and reached behind to grasp his head. In this position, with him spooning behind her, she not only enjoyed this intimate session immensely, it also didn't bother her ever growing bump at all. "I loved this position, let us not just keep it reserved for my pregnancy days, alright my love?" She whispered and her fingers caressed his nape playfully.

"As you command my lady." He reciprocated the playful touch around her hips.

She giggled.

"I am not sure that acting this intensely upon our urges is good for your pregnancy to be quite honest. Each and every time we finish I hold my breath, expecting to see you get into labour. Your orgasms are way too intense for your poor overworked body." He said softly and nipped her ear. He didn't withdraw his fading arousal from her and she found a good opportunity to snuggle back to him in order to enjoy his strong body, filling her up and enfolding her at the same time.

"I do believe that one of these days, one of my releases is going to bring out our child too. In fact I am quite sure of that, but I don't see it as a problem. We are actually helping my body get prepared for labour. You are doing me a favour! Doesn't it feel magnificent to know that you are helping out your wife and at the same time we are both enjoying our intimate moments?" She smiled and her nails drew soft paths of reassurance on his muscular forearm.

"You will search and find any excuses that will allow us to become filthy, aren't you?" He smiled.

She giggled. "You can be sure of that!"

His hot breath send shivers down Eilin's spine. "I both love and hate this. I don't want to keep my hands away from you and also I don't want you to come to premature labour." He admitted.

"Yet you are claiming me fervently every single day... sometimes even more that once!" she raised her brows and tried to give him a playful look above her shoulder.

His lips captivated hers and she shuddered when his tongue rolled into her wet cavity and engaged hers for a few leisurely moments. Her throaty moan of appreciation seeped into his mouth and he closed his eyes in delight. When he pulled back a soft smile was on his lips. "You asked me to do it, and I said I'd try." He whispered.