It's going to take much longer than a single evening to make complete sense of all that has happened, even once they are joined later on in the day and they've found themselves among the bough of their wedding bed, marking one another in their special ways, Nat postulates that it will be a thing she pinches herself over with the rise of each new day. She knows that she will continually admire and live for the special marks that they wear and the essence that they share within those marks. Sharing blood and flesh is spiritual; together, they are bound in time, beyond time, so it should be such.
Even now, Nat can feel the tethering of that bond with Loki's naked form pressed hard and tight to hers. She writhed against him, even with him moving away from her. Her thighs grasped around his sides and back, toes slid against his waist and hips. Shivering, She can barely stand the singular pleasure from his mouth clamped around her nipple. It's excruciating in the way it sends nothing but thrilling sensations to her core.
This was one of those times where she was worked up enough that Loki wouldn't even have to touch her clit. He could have kept at her nipples alone, and she would have found herself lost to him. Yet he does reach into her wetness and rolls against that sensitive nub. Her hands grip his shoulders, and she only lasts moments before her orgasm greets her, hips rolling against his fingers. Moaning loudly, Natasha cries out Loki's name over and over. He's her lover, her love, and her king. He's everything she could ever want, and every bit of pleasure that radiates through her is because of him and him alone. Fuck, she loves him.
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Date: 2025-01-09 04:18 pm (UTC)Even now, Nat can feel the tethering of that bond with Loki's naked form pressed hard and tight to hers. She writhed against him, even with him moving away from her. Her thighs grasped around his sides and back, toes slid against his waist and hips. Shivering, She can barely stand the singular pleasure from his mouth clamped around her nipple. It's excruciating in the way it sends nothing but thrilling sensations to her core.
This was one of those times where she was worked up enough that Loki wouldn't even have to touch her clit. He could have kept at her nipples alone, and she would have found herself lost to him. Yet he does reach into her wetness and rolls against that sensitive nub. Her hands grip his shoulders, and she only lasts moments before her orgasm greets her, hips rolling against his fingers. Moaning loudly, Natasha cries out Loki's name over and over. He's her lover, her love, and her king. He's everything she could ever want, and every bit of pleasure that radiates through her is because of him and him alone. Fuck, she loves him.