Housebound

Stepping from the shower stall into the steamy bathroom, Rose reached for a burgundy towel.
She usually had her best bursts of creativity in the shower, but none had come. Sighing, she decided to stop fighting her writer’s block. Perhaps it was time to relax with that “sex break” she had promised herself. Rose smiled into the empty room as she applied myrrh scented skin oil to her winter-pale limbs. Giggling, she said to her reflection “One thing that my guys are good for is helping me relax.”
“No.” Rose scolded herself. Rumil and Leaf were good for so very many things. Fourteen months ago she had realized that she was in love with the elves. After ending her marriage 3 years ago she had thought a new love wasn’t smart, or worth it, for that matter. Rumil had caught her eye first. Just another gorgeous stranger at the arboretum. All toned muscle, wide shoulders and golden brilliance. And then that smile!
*Gasp* Rose’s oiled hands had found their way to her stiff, blushed nipples as she remembered the day she and Ru met. He had been so charming and so damn smug that afternoon. He touched her arm when she spoke and actually listened to her. Huge turn on. And she only caught him checking out her breasts once! Very admirable. She decided during their flowing conversation that she would invite him home with her for some fun and then turn him loose. When she extended the invitation, after they exchanged numbers, he surprised her by saying no.
Feeling utterly embarrassed, Rose had risen to say goodbye. Then he had asked her to join him for dinner the following night. She considered declining, but then she would never be able to look into his eyes again. There was something about his azure gaze; she wasn’t quite sure what it was. An inner light, almost. She accepted. Rumil proceeded to, in his words, “woo” her. The average guy would have proceeded to seduce a woman, but it was immediately apparent that Rumil was not the average guy.
“Well, not much of a how we met story” she thought, running a wide-toothed comb through her heavy, wet locks. But, oh, that first night together…
The sound of the cat meowing at the bathroom door distracted her from her heated memory. Wrapping herself in a towel and peeking through the doorway, Rose gave Sabine a scratch on the head. “Hey there, old lady. The boys are ignoring you, huh?”
Rose padded across the hardwood floor of the hall to the bedroom and opened the door to reveal a very interesting scene indeed.
The bed was made with fresh, royal purple sheets, there were cream tapers lit everywhere, the fire had been newly tended, and a shirtless Legolas was handcuffing a very naked Rumil face-down to the wrought iron headboard.
Leaf turned at the sound of Rose’s entrance and smirked at the sight of both the door and his Mistress’ mouth agape. He quickly picked up Sabine, who had slipped in past Rose’s legs and drew Rose into the room. Placing the scruffy, black cat in the hallway, Leaf gave her an apologetic look at her meow of protest. “Sorry, old girl. We’ll be out to feed you later.”
Leaf turned to see Rose kneeling at the foot of the bed, running the pads of her fingers across Ru’s insteps and grinning at his responding squirm. Legolas watched her for a moment on the floor, in her towel and damp hair. The myrrh oil on her skin reflected the flames and gave her flesh a tempting sheen. He could remember the feel of her body, slippery with oil and wanted to feel her sliding across him.
Kneeling behind his mistress and slowly unwinding the burgundy towel, Legolas began to press open-mouthed kisses to her nape and whispered into her skin “I have informed Ru of his offense and he has been prepared for his punishment.”
A mischievous grin slid across Rose’s features as she leaned back into Legolas’ warm, solid chest. He took the top rounded shell of her ear between his lips and let his large hands drift up her stomach and over her full bosom. At this, Rose let out a gentle moan and raised her arms above and behind to pull Legolas’ lips to her mouth. Before their lips met, Rose murmured “Let him wait”.
Turning in his arms, Rose lay down on the rug at the bed’s foot and pulled Leaf on top of her body. Surprised, but pleased with the return of Rose’s take-charge attitude, Legolas placed himself between her soft thighs and began devouring her breasts in earnest.
Leaf’s mouth was like a furnace, and Rose wanted to burn in his heat. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth across it at once. When he suckled like that, Rose felt a sharp pull in her core and her wetness spread. Clasping his golden head to her chest, she felt his large hands run up the backs of her thighs, drawing her legs upwards to rest over his shoulders. His mouth trailed moist heat across her nipples, down her shuddering abdomen and lower, searching for her answering heat.
“Ugnh” She moaned when he finally brushed her nether lips with his mouth. He gently spread her open to his view with his thumbs, lightly rubbing the sensitive flesh, breathing her scent. There Leaf stayed, silently worshipping her. She could feel his soft exhale across her moistness and she shivered. He raised his eyes to hers and smiled as he touched the tip of his tongue to her nub. Rose tossed her head back and let her one hand weave into her lover’s silken hair and used her other hand to roll her left nipple.
Legolas made a feast of her sweetness and plunged his tongue deep into her core, curling the tip to stroke the mass of sensitivity hidden in her front wall. Bucking her hips now, Rose tried to press herself even further into his moving mouth. Legolas chuckled and held her hips down with one strong hand, moving up her body again. Rose grasped his head and rose to meet his lips, kissing him thoroughly.
Rose knelt before the smug prince and tackled him to the rug. She grinned at his yelp of surprise and climbed onto his thighs. She looked lovingly at his member straining against his stomach and decided to make him sweat just a bit. She scooted up his thighs until the base of his iron-hard erection was touching her lips. She leaned forward, placed her hands on either side of his chest and moved her hips up along his length. Legolas held his breath, anticipating.
But instead of impaling herself, he felt her begin to slide her wetness back and forth, up and down the underside of his shaft. Leaf groaned in a mix frustration and pleasure. The sensation was good, but he wanted more. Rose was loving the feeling the head of his cock created when it brushed her clit at every back stroke. Her eyes closed, enjoying the friction, she didn’t see Legolas rise up to his elbows and make his move to flip her.
Suddenly, Rose was on her back and Legolas was plundering her mouth and positioning himself at her entrance. With a long, insanely slow thrust, he was inside her. Rose cried out into his mouth at the intense pleasure. When he stayed still above her, she tried to roll her hips, but his pelvis held hers immobile to the floor.
Breaking free of his kiss, Rose growled “Don’t tease me and don’t you dare be gentle.” To prove her point she twisted the tip of his ears between her fingers.
Legolas’ resulting thrust made her cry out into the room. Rose ran her feet up his calves and thighs, encouraging his movements. His hard rhythm was intense and oh, so good. Legolas stretched her to her limits and filled her body. Each thrust made Rose feel as if she couldn’t breathe, but when he pulled out, she could fill her lungs again. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to fuck her faster and he complied. They were both screaming with the mounting wave of their approaching orgasms. Panting and clawing, they became one being, intent only on pleasure and release. All at once, the wave crashed down upon them and they both gasped with the force of it.
For a few minutes, all Rose knew was Leaf’s hot, damp chest heaving against her own and the sweet scent of his hair lying across her face. And she was content. Nuzzling her nose into his neck and breathing him, tangling her hands into the hair at the base of his neck, she tilted his face to hers and voicelessly breathed “Oh, yes.” against his parted lips. He smiled through his labored breathing and sweetly kissed her mouth.
Still adrift in their private world, the looked into each other’s eyes and tried not to giggle when they heard a strangled “Bravo” from the bed.