Into That Good Night

Dinner With A Master Slimeball

Dearest Readers,

I must admit this has been a much longer hiatus than I had planned. I got sick and had some issues moving between medications, but now things are far clearer and now I can write again :) Yay!

So, I think it's time I start out with something to show just why this story has a Mature rating. If you don't like sexy times, just skip ahead to the first break.

XOXO Ally Layne.

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We were slow.

And I mean slow in the best way.

He was slow to run his fingertips down the length of my arm, leaving goosebumps as he went. The laces that held the front of my blouse shut slowly became undone, and I nearly forgot how to breathe as he explored my newly exposed chest.

I slowly ran my hands through his golden locks, unable to stop the tender smile that followed as twisted the strands between my fingers.

He slowly eased down onto his knees in front of me, kissing the length of my chest, biting and sucking, leaving marks that I knew I would only have to admire later.

I couldn't help but moan, "Glorfindel," as his lips wrapped around one nipple, his tongue flicking the bud that had hardened the first moment he kissed my neck.

He let out a low chuckle and looked up at me with hooded eyes, watching my reaction as he moved over to my other breast, and did the same thing.

My eyes rolled shut. "Ugh..."

Another chuckle.

"Do you enjoy this, Nemir?"

I opened my eyes just wide enough to look down at him hotly. "Shut up and kiss me, Goldilocks."

Luckily he didn't need any other directions, because he launched himself back at my body, kissing and licking all the way down to where my blouse was pulled down near my sternum.

He seemed to sense what I was about to do as he pulled away to smirk as he tugged my blouse off my shoulders. I let my hands fall to my sides so it would fall down, catching on my hips where it was still tucked into the riding pants.

His bright eyes darkened, but were still looking at me in awe. "You are beautiful, meleth nin."

As he ran a reverent hand down my chest, still looking at me like he did, it was then that I forgot my scars, the blemishes, the bits and pieces of me that I normally would have shied away from showing him so freely.

Because now, with the way he was looking at me?

I've never felt more beautiful.

I've never felt more desirable.

And I've never felt such desire.

Trying to contain the sheer willingness to just completely strip him where he kneeled, I raised a brow. "You just gonna sit there and look at me or are you gonna do something?"

His answering chuckle was dark. "I am going to make you regret those words, gwingil."

As slow as things had been up to that point, as soon as his hand moved from my chest down to my pants, he palmed the place that was burning for him the hottest- and things started to speed up.

I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from grinding and dry humping his hand into oblivion, but even the logical side of my brain knew it was a losing battle.