Another laugh against her ear, the faint tickle of his nose against her cheek. "Soon," he tells her, though what is soon in the greater scheme of things now? He keeps his thumb where it is, spreading his hand out a little further, pressing down a little harder, grinding the heel of his palm against her body every time he bottoms out. "I promise."
Loki is not entirely sure that Natasha hears that last part; she tightens weakly through another orgasm and then goes slack before she responds. He pulls back enough to watch her face, curious if she's actually lost consciousness.
He's fairly certain she has; at the very least she makes no attempt to struggle, no response when he pulls his hand away from between them. That's not exactly a reason for him to stop, now is it? No. Instead, he leans back and folds her legs in towards her torso and watches, mesmerized, as his cock disappears into her cunt with each thrust. Lifts her a bit off the ground by her hips and loses any sense of control or finesse, bent over her and breathing heavy.
His own orgasm hits him hard enough to cause him to shout, hands moving from Natasha's hips to squeeze her breasts as he shudders against her. He's still aware of his arousal like a haze in the air, not exactly cleared out but a little less overwhelming.
For the moment, anyway.
He pulls out carefully, entranced by the liquid that pools between them. The way her chest rises and falls as she breathes. How her cunt glistens in the light. Sighs, pulls his pants up over his hips, and looks around. Well. There still aren't any people and there are, still, a fuckton of those flowers. But here, in that direction, is what might be... a large house or a small barn or something else entirely, he's not sure, but it's shelter, at the very least.
Perhaps next time they won't have to be on the literal ground for this.
Loki gets one arm underneath Natasha's legs, using the other to lean her torso against his. Shifts his hold in order to try to not jostle her overmuch, and sets out on foot.
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Loki is not entirely sure that Natasha hears that last part; she tightens weakly through another orgasm and then goes slack before she responds. He pulls back enough to watch her face, curious if she's actually lost consciousness.
He's fairly certain she has; at the very least she makes no attempt to struggle, no response when he pulls his hand away from between them. That's not exactly a reason for him to stop, now is it? No. Instead, he leans back and folds her legs in towards her torso and watches, mesmerized, as his cock disappears into her cunt with each thrust. Lifts her a bit off the ground by her hips and loses any sense of control or finesse, bent over her and breathing heavy.
His own orgasm hits him hard enough to cause him to shout, hands moving from Natasha's hips to squeeze her breasts as he shudders against her. He's still aware of his arousal like a haze in the air, not exactly cleared out but a little less overwhelming.
For the moment, anyway.
He pulls out carefully, entranced by the liquid that pools between them. The way her chest rises and falls as she breathes. How her cunt glistens in the light. Sighs, pulls his pants up over his hips, and looks around. Well. There still aren't any people and there are, still, a fuckton of those flowers. But here, in that direction, is what might be... a large house or a small barn or something else entirely, he's not sure, but it's shelter, at the very least.
Perhaps next time they won't have to be on the literal ground for this.
Loki gets one arm underneath Natasha's legs, using the other to lean her torso against his. Shifts his hold in order to try to not jostle her overmuch, and sets out on foot.