You kept turning me away...." Kili whispered, rocking his hips into your rear, earning a pleased whimper from your trembling body. "But you wanted me, didn't you?" He purred, fingers toying with the area just around the apex of your thighs. "Didn't you~?" He asked again, a little more forcefully.
Please." You breathed. Please what? What was it you wanted from him? To stop? To let go? Or was it perhaps...to touch you? To make you his? To lay you down and fuck you right where you were? Those last three sure sounded like splendid ideas, at the moment...
"Please what, love?" He taunted. "What do you want?" His hand gripped the taught flesh of your thigh when you wouldn't respond, causing you to choke out a gasp, as well as your answer.
"T-Touch. Touch me." You tried to make your voice more demanding. You wanted to be in charge here, you desperately did. But not this time. Kili had you in the palm of his hand, literally, and he wasn't about to relinquish this power any time soon.
"Better." The young Dwarf's hand slid up the few required centimetres, before cupping the heat of your arousal, his palm and fingers pressing tightly against you. A shocked moan poured from your parted lips, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder. "This." He began, hand squeezing your hips tightly. "This is mine. The way you look now, the way you need me, the lust in your eyes, it's mine. Only for me." He all but demanded, hands removing themselves from your body only to rest on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him.
"Kili, wha-" Your question was cut short, as he took your face in his hands, drawing you forward and sealing his mouth over yours. Your whole body seemed to melt, and you fell into his embrace, feeling his arms slip smoothly around your waist to support you. Lifting your arms, you slung them around his shoulders, one hand gripping at his shoulder blade, the other tangled desperately in his dark, messy locks. When you pulled away, he was panting, eyes dark as they roved your face for a moment.
Finally, without a word, his hands began stripping his body of his hindering clothing. You watched on in almost fascination, until he wore little more than a simple tunic and his pants. His eyes cut up to meet yours after he finished shedding his outer layer of clothing, and a predatory gleam came to his eyes, smirk curling his lips. "You're still overdressed, darling." He breathed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. He stopped inches before you, looking down into your eyes, even as his hands slid up your shirt. There was a small thought in the back of your mind, almost thanking you for stripping to a simple shirt, pants, boots, and a few other belts that would hold your weapons in place.
Calloused fingers traced patterns over the soft skin of your stomach, and a shiver wracked your spine at the rough touch. Kili's lips quirked into a smile. The effect he had on you; he loved it. He loved knowing he could make you squirm. Make you ask for his touch, crave it. He loved knowing he could produce these musical sounds from your lips, just by touching all the right places. "You're beautiful." He whispered, forehead against yours as his fingers worked nimbly with the buckles holding the straps to your body. "Have I ever told you that?" His fingers worked under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up your body slowly.
Lifting your arms above your head, you allowed the shirt to be pulled from your being, now that the hindrance of your belts were no longer in the way. His lips met your shoulder, moving down to leave wet kisses along your collar bone, your breathing hitching in your throat. He looked at you from under his lashes, raising a single brow, before falling to his knees before you.
Your heart pounded in your chest, watching as he lifted your feet, removing first your left boot, then your right. His fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, slowly peeling them down your legs. The cool night air against your overheated crotch had you biting your lip, holding in a startled gasp. Nothing startled you more, however, than when Kili's lips met your hips. A sultry smirk curled his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he continued his ministrations. Teasing you, he moved down to your thighs, kissing and nipping all around the inside. You didn't know what he planned on doing next, but you certainly had an inkling.
That inkling turned into full blown reality when he parted your lower lips, trailing his tongue in a long, languid lick from bottom to top. You cried out, one hand tangling in his hair, while the other rose to your mouth, knuckle going between your teeth. Kili chuckled, continuing to tease you with slow, slight, flicks of the tongue. Your toes curled in the grass beneath your feet, head still down and eyes locked with his.
The heated, half lidded stare you were all but bombarding him with was doing quite the number to his self-control. Finally, he seemed to grow tired of the teasing. Lifting his hand, he slid his tongue across it, guiding it back to your center with a smirk on his lips all the while. Pushing first two fingers within you, he looked up to see your reaction. Your body was covered with a thin film of perspiration, your breathing heavy, stomach heaving with the effort to keep your legs from collapsing underneath you.
It was enough for him. Setting up a steady rhythm, he ignored the tightening in his own pants in favor of listening to your gasping pants and breathy moans, your fingers massaging his scalp as he moved forward again, mouth adding extra stimulation to your already sky high pleasure. After what felt like mere seconds, that, in all actuality, rounded up to several minutes, Kili pulled away from your being, standing to full height and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Still panting, you took a tentative step towards him, legs trembling beneath you as you closed the minuscule distance between you and your lover. Your fingers curled under his tunic, stripping it off his body, while he shimmied out of his pants. He hadn't even risen to his full height when your fingers wrapped around his cock, a smirk toying with your lips. He breathed in sharply, one hand gripping your shoulder tightly as he peered up at you, eyes narrowed.
"Don't you dare." He breathed. You chuckled, a dangerous quality to your subtle smirk.
"Don't what, dear?" You tugged at his erection lightly, earning another breathy gasp from the Dwarf's lips.
"Tease." He replied, eyes narrowed.
"Tease? Well. I didn't think you were into that, but...If it's what you want." You whispered the last of your sentence in his ear, fingers toying with the flesh on your hand. A guttural moan spilled from his lips, and a surge of feminine power overtook you. It was you that managed to make him feel this way. You who managed to bring these sounds from his lips. You could reduce this proud, noble Dwarf to a moaning puddle of incoherence, if you so wished.
