Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
For the “Only One Time” challenge
He buried his fingers in her golden hair as her skillful tongue teased and danced, finally holding her steady as he thrust, groaning, into that heat.
Pulling her up from her knees, he laughingly carried her to the wide bed, where he slid her gown up to her waist, and down from her shoulders, returning the favor as she sighed and gasped. Even her secret places tasted to him of sunlight, of youth.
Ahh, Eowyn, Boromir murmured. You will make some lucky man a fine wife.
Perhaps, she whispered., But on my wedding night, I will remember you.