Even though Natasha never knew the truth of Loki's life, nor did she know the cosmic timeline of events that had worked together to bring him to this point in space and time, she felt how they resonated together. She knew that he'd been lost, as she had been. She saw how empty Thor became without his family during the blip, and understood on some level that Loki must have felt near that almost all the time. Knowing what that loss did to Clint, turning him to Ronin, a killing machine-- how could it not affect others, like Loki the same way.
While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."
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Date: 2024-02-07 03:09 pm (UTC)While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."