With each lingering kiss, Loki cares less and less about the why. He’s sure he’ll want to examine this again later, it would be weird if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he wasn’t known for vastly overthinking things… and usually coming to an incorrect conclusion. He thinks maybe this time that won’t happen though. Natasha is one of the few people that could pull something over on him, but he very much doubts that is what is happening here. And even if he is wrong about that, well at least he’ll always have this moment.
That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for her.
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That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for her.