His time with her had been brief but happy, and were it meant to be he would have been content for the remainder of eternity to remain so. Now their son was grown and never would he look upon the face of his mother unless by some misfortune, they met in the Halls of Mandos. Finw bare form lay sprawled across a large divan, his thoughts on his first love. Miriel Serinde had been laughter and light–a sweet soul who could gently soothe the most grievous of aches.
Now Indis was the complete opposite. She was fire and spice, always bold and rushing headfirst towards the unknown. With her, he always felt invigorated and reckless rather than peaceful and content.
"What could you possibly be thinking of to do that?"
The feminine voice was filled with amusement and when he opened his eyes, he focused on her saucy grin. Her finger pointed at his semi erect length. She was intoxicating, wearing nothing but the thick waves of her golden hair.
A devilish grin pulled his lips before he responded, "One of your handmaidens, my love."
His mischievous smile didn't last long when she leapt onto his chest and grabbed a fistful of hair in a strong tug.
"Beast!"
Still she laughed as they wrestled, Finw allowing her to win with his hands pinned above him, her fingers curled around his wrists. Indis straddled him, grinding her hips against him and bent to kiss him. She sucked on his bottom lip and then caught it between her teeth, pulling back gently to assert her control before releasing the swollen flesh. When she felt the stiff result butt against her sex, she grinned in self satisfaction and jumped from the divan, looking over her shoulder as she ran into the adjoining room.
`So it was to be like this?' Finw thought to himself before leaping up in a fluid motion and giving chase. Already, his blood pounded and his skin tightened at the thought of what awaited him.
He entered the room to find his wife already settled, the doors to the balcony open and she sat admiring the sea. Two dolphins leapt from the ocean, spinning in the air and eliciting a delighted giggle from the elleth.
"How I wish we could swim naked in the sea without the watchful eyes of others! What fun that would be." she turned her head when she heard his approach, her hands on either side of her gripping onto the suspended cords on either side of her.
"And here I thought you had something else in mind for fun." He purred as he paused to secure the door behind them. The Noldo reached his wife in a few short strides, grasping the silken ropes that hung from the ceiling. His hands then ran lightly over the outstretched legs and she swung back and forth.
He only needed to bend forward ever so slightly to taste her, which he willingly did, wrapping his hands around her buttocks to steady her rocking motion. His mouth tortured her willing flesh and she encouraged him by pulling his head against her. Happily he complied, nipping and licking, drawing on her flesh until she finished with a shudder.
Indis hung limp, with a silly sated smile on her face while her husband moved to the stone wall to fidget with a twined cord. Her suspended form dropped while Finw watched to ensure he had the right height. When he was satisfied, he returned to his wife, standing between her legs that were still spread by the swing. He stood just close enough to be able to stroke her knees and her inner thighs but he did not move closer.
"What are you waiting for, Finw ? To become old and in need of a walking stick?" Her impatience made her buck forward but it only served to swing her in a sporadic motion.
The elf would have laughed if his erection wasn't nearly painful so instead he moved until just the tip was inserted between her moist folds. Then he pulled the swing forward, sinking himself fully and then let go. She swung back until just the tip was poised within her again and Finwe grabbed her by the back of her knees to pull her forward. Nothing hindered his movements, so open was she to his onslaught and they both benefitted from the lack of encumbrance.
The rope creaked as she swung and the two eldar moaned loudly as their rhythm became frenzied. Finw was sure his knees would buckle for the pleasure was intense, so he grabbed her rope that cradled her bottom and hung on so he could drive them up the peaks of perfection.
"Aren't you happy that I talked you into making that contraption?" Indis' arm raised to lazily point at the hanging swing as she continued to snuggle her husband.
Finw trailed his fingertips over her belly button and shifted in the purple silk sheets. "Mmm hmm, life is never uneventful with you in my life."
She responded by rolling on top of him in a pounce and scrambling down until she nipped his thigh with her sharp teeth. "Care to go another round?"
His answer was caught in a moan as she took him into her mouth to begin `Round two'.