Feeling herself already floating on a sea of things she hardly knows how to describe, a bevy of desire, love, lust bundle themselves up tightly in her core and Natasha can barely breathe when she offers those final strokes to Loki's body. She knows that this is one of so many millions of times that they will eventually be together. This is maybe only their second or third time, but it feels like so much more.
Watching him release like he does, has her fingers rubbing away furiously at her own body. How can she possibly withhold now that he's crying out her name, and comming streams of come into the pillow beneath him. As he seems to calm, Natasha has to take a deep breath-- pulling herself back. She undoes the ribbons tying his feet outward, and then up his arms. "Fuck you are the most gorgeous thing. I love you like this. I only wished that I really was the one fucking you. I wanted to feel what you did as you did. I'm like a fountain over here."
It was relatively true. She was dripping wet from her cunt, and down her thighs. Still parts of her want to touch his body, taste what she's done to him. Dropping next to him on the bed, she lays up against him. Breathing heavily as she tucks as much of her body against his more exhausted one as she can. She knows that she's worn him out, but she still wants to feel all of him. "I love you, gods, I love you."
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Date: 2024-12-09 09:40 pm (UTC)Watching him release like he does, has her fingers rubbing away furiously at her own body. How can she possibly withhold now that he's crying out her name, and comming streams of come into the pillow beneath him. As he seems to calm, Natasha has to take a deep breath-- pulling herself back. She undoes the ribbons tying his feet outward, and then up his arms. "Fuck you are the most gorgeous thing. I love you like this. I only wished that I really was the one fucking you. I wanted to feel what you did as you did. I'm like a fountain over here."
It was relatively true. She was dripping wet from her cunt, and down her thighs. Still parts of her want to touch his body, taste what she's done to him. Dropping next to him on the bed, she lays up against him. Breathing heavily as she tucks as much of her body against his more exhausted one as she can. She knows that she's worn him out, but she still wants to feel all of him. "I love you, gods, I love you."