As their future awaits them, Natasha grows more and more eager for the adventures that they will have together. She knows that it will be boundless enjoyment in so many ways. Not the first being the start of their life together. Although, how she can ever set her mind to any more of those details when Loki's set her mind to the most delicious winding up of her body she's ever felt. No one in the world can touch her like this, and she wants no one else.
How many times can she think that, say that, and mean it-- each time deeper than the time before? If anything, she worries that the intensity of her love might be too much, that she might need him more than he'll ever realize, that the desire to crawl inside him and be a part of him goes beyond the normal. It's far too deep of a passion, too much possession, and obsession even, but Nat knows there's no turning back-- and she prays that he'll never turn her away.
The quicker her rubs, the closer she comes until she's lost and flying high-- cursing through her orgasm and singing his name. Intensity has new meaning when pleasure crashes in from all directions and doesn't stop. It only continues to build, keeping her bowed and crying out. It feels like a full minute before Natasha can't stand it any longer and has to let go to breathe; she drops down and clings to Loki, a panting mess.
"Oh my heavens, that was spectacular. You are amazing, my love. I can't wait to carry your name."
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Date: 2025-01-13 06:54 pm (UTC)How many times can she think that, say that, and mean it-- each time deeper than the time before? If anything, she worries that the intensity of her love might be too much, that she might need him more than he'll ever realize, that the desire to crawl inside him and be a part of him goes beyond the normal. It's far too deep of a passion, too much possession, and obsession even, but Nat knows there's no turning back-- and she prays that he'll never turn her away.
The quicker her rubs, the closer she comes until she's lost and flying high-- cursing through her orgasm and singing his name. Intensity has new meaning when pleasure crashes in from all directions and doesn't stop. It only continues to build, keeping her bowed and crying out. It feels like a full minute before Natasha can't stand it any longer and has to let go to breathe; she drops down and clings to Loki, a panting mess.
"Oh my heavens, that was spectacular. You are amazing, my love. I can't wait to carry your name."