Teeth graze along her jaw, behind her ear, chased by Loki's tongue on her skin. She tightens and shudders again and again and he simply continues, more than happy to learn which collapses first: her ability to remain cognizant or his ability to hold back his own insistent need to orgasm.
When she says his name he doesn't respond aloud immediately, opting instead to work a bruise into the skin at the side of her neck with his teeth and lips. His palm applies more pressure, causing more friction, limiting her ability to move against him even more. He can feel her body shift beneath his hand every time he enters her, muscles tightening and never quite relaxing again.
His breath on her ear is ragged and hot when he moves his mouth from her throat, tone clearly very pleased with himself. Asgardians are not human. Frost giants? Also not human. "Yes? Did you have something to ask of me?"
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When she says his name he doesn't respond aloud immediately, opting instead to work a bruise into the skin at the side of her neck with his teeth and lips. His palm applies more pressure, causing more friction, limiting her ability to move against him even more. He can feel her body shift beneath his hand every time he enters her, muscles tightening and never quite relaxing again.
His breath on her ear is ragged and hot when he moves his mouth from her throat, tone clearly very pleased with himself. Asgardians are not human. Frost giants? Also not human. "Yes? Did you have something to ask of me?"