Éponine could have laughed at the look on Enjolras' face if she hadn't been so distracted by his mouth on her skin. She watched, not quite able to look away as his kisses moved lower and she drew her lower lip between her teeth, a little moan escaping her as he nuzzled her leg. Oh- oh goodness. Nobody had ever-
She gasped as his mouth moved over her. She was a little nervous herself- they'd explored a lot, but this? It was new for the both of them. And this- it felt almost selfish, but he seemed to be enjoying himself as well- she'd have to make it up to him later. "I- oh..."
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Encouraged by the little sounds of pleasure Éponine was making, Enjolras nuzzled his face more firmly against her, lips lips kissing and caressing - learning her. His hand had fallen redundant as he focused on his new exploit so he let it trail up and over her thigh instead, his palm coming to rest at the side of her hip, mirroring it’s pair on the other side of her, holding her in place as he explored her.
Hesitantly, he let his tongue slip from between his slick, parted lips so it could run across her skin. He gave a soft groan as he tasted her, his fingers gripping her hips a little tighter for a moment, as he fought to control his lust, before he relaxed again. He may not have had experience with this personally but he wasn’t naive. He had spent his entire adult life in the company of men and was well versed in their exploits with lovers, wives and whores. Although hearing about it and doing it were, it turned out, very different things, Enjolras was not going to let his inexperience hamper him. Pleasing Éponine had become his favourite pastime and he wasn’t going to give up on it now. Regaining his composure, he once again let the tip of his tongue run over her until he found the little nub and hood of skin which he’d caressed with his fingertip just a little while ago. That was a good place to start, he guessed.
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Oh God. Oh God. Éponine had never felt anything like this. She was glad to have his hands on her hips, for without them there, she would have tried to close her legs. She squirmed a little beneath his touch, a hand sliding down to rest over one of his. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, fingers lacing with his as his tongue moved over her. God. "Enjolras, that- Mon Dieu-"
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Enjolras was pleased with himself. For all intents and purposes, his plan was going very well indeed. He loved the way Éponine’s hand covered his, gripping his fingers, and the sound of her whispered blasphemy. It only urged him on, confirming to him that he was doing the right thing. He found that, after a minute or two, he had grown accustomed to the strange position and unfamiliar action. He was enjoying himself, even though his erection - until then, what he considered his only outlet for sexual gratification - was trapped beneath him, between his stomach and the mattress, forgotten about for the time being.