His arms were full of heavy leather bound tomes and his breakfast, as he struggled to open the door to his office. He finally succeeded by using his two index fingers in conjunction to turn the key that unlocked the entrance. Erestor entered the dark room and after he bumped the door closed with his hip, he turned around to flip the inner latch. Forgetting the burden that still lay in his arms, he stared briefly in bewilderment and wondered at his distraction when he recognized her scent.
"Perhaps you should have set those down first?"
He turned again at the purr of her husky voice, just in time to watch a match ignite and dip to light the lantern that lay across the room. She was reclining in an overstuffed chair in the corner, next to the lamp that cast a golden glow to her bare skin. Erestor shook his head slightly before a slow smile crept across his face. He dropped his burden upon the desk and his breakfast, a ripe peach, rolled off to hit the floor. With barely a glance at the fruit, he turned and slowly made his way to her.
"This is a pleasant surprise lady." He murmurred appreciatively as he took in the silk robe that gaped open to reveal a creamy shoulder and a flawless pink tipped breast.
Her chin dropped and she looked up through her lashes, knowing it was a seductive look and that he would not be able to resist. Her tongue peeked out to lick her upper lip before she responded.
"You were not there to welcome me home last night, so I thought I would come see you this morning for a proper homecoming celebration." With a slender hand, she parted her silk robe to reveal her other breast and stomach.
"You returned quite late and I was already abed, my lady." Erestor stopped to stand mere inches before her and lifted a hand to run his finger along her jaw. "I did not think it appropriate to stride into the courtyard in my pajamas and in the rain no less."
She reached up to unfasten the clasps of his thick burnt-orange hued velvet robe, pushing it open to find a bulge already straining against the linen of his trousers. "Oh yes, I may have shocked too many others with this type of action, after all." She untied the laces and hooked her fingers into the waistband, pushing the offending garment down to puddle around his feet. His erection sprang forth and she quickly wrapped her tongue around the ruby head.
Erestor moaned as his fingers tangled themselves into her hair, kneading her scalp as she licked and sucked his throbbing member. "So eager already? Were there no Galadhrim who could satisfy your appetites?"
Releasing his erection from the heated confines of her mouth, she pumped his with her hand while she responded. "The few I encountered in the Golden Wood had not the impressive `wood' you present to me. Nor were they as talented as you."
"You were ever the most eager of pupils, striving to learn all I had to teach, Arwen." He whispered before he loosened her hold and dropped to his knees.
Arwen moaned deep in her throat as Erestor parted her thighs and caressed her with his facile tongue. "And you, dear Erestor, were ever the most diligent of teachers." she whispered as he moved her knees over his shoulders and increased his sensual torment.
Her cries of delight she kept as quiet as possible so as not to alert any who might pass through the hall. Once long ago, her loud moans had alerted Lindir and he had burst within the room only to find Arwen being ridden hard, bent over the advisor's desk.
Arwen bucked her hips into his face as her climax built and crested, crashing over her in waves until she sagged in the chair. Erestor lifted his head and licked the remaining essence from his lips and drew her down to lay upon the thick rug with him. Their hands moved leisurely, caressing, squeezing and grasping each other in an effort to further fuel their desires. Breaths grew ragged as anticipation built and tongues dueled as Erestor bent over the elleth to position himself between her legs.
"Erestor," Arwen panted, "The rug will rub you skin raw."
He shrugged with a lascivious smile and growled against her lips. "Rug burns be damned. Right now all I am worried about is fucking you into oblivion."
His bold words spurred Arwen on to wrap her arms around his neck and lift her hips, slipping him between her slick folds. He bucked forward and sunk deep into her sex, both panted as the tingling sensations ran down their spines and the heat curled and flared between them. The rhythm started slow and tender, each relearning the feel of the other until their movements became more frenzied as he repeatedly pistoned her welcome flesh. Erestor leaned back when he knew his orgasm was imminent and slipped a finger between them slide against her folds. Arwen cried out when her orgasm hit her, slamming into her chest to steal her breath and melting her core until she felt boneless. Her quivering passage squeezed his member until he too spent his seed within her in a muted groan. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him, kissing the top of her head as she buried her nose against his chest.
"I see you have not entirely forgotten what I have taught you." Erestor chuckled softly.
Arwen lifted her head to look upon him with narrowed eyes. "I have many lessons that I need a refresher course in and we have all morning for you to go over them with me." She shimmied herself down his sweat slick skin to begin anew.
So oblivious in their own pleasure, they did not hear the lock jiggling nor the door as it creaked open, for their ears were filled with their own moaning.
"Erestor! I have brought you chocolate covered cherries and ice cream for dess–" Glorfindel had hoped for some early morning naughtiness, thinking he would drag the confections across the advisor's skin. Instead he stood stock still as the door closed behind him and was shocked at the tableau before him. His jaw had dropped open for he had arrived just in time to watch the daughter of his lord mount his lover and somehow he still managed to hold onto that bowl of candies.