He watched her pupils dilate as he stroked the silky skin over her hand. My god, she was softness itself.

"Are you tense?" she asked.

You have no idea.

He nodded, his smile stretching across his face. Some tension relief would be perfect right now. "Oh yes."

"Me too."

He'd been trying to reign in his desire to stare at her chest, but now he didn't have to. His eyes went straight to her buttons as did his fingers.

He undid them quickly, his breathing uneven.

She placed her hands over his and he stilled. "Wait."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She bit her lip. "I want to. I'm just scared."

That ember inside pulsed with warmth at her honesty. It surprised him. He removed his hands. "What would ease your fears?"

"Slower. And…" She bit her lip.

He took her chin in his fingers. "Tell me." This was all new to him too. When had he ever slowed down with someone? Never.

"Can I be the one to undress us?"

Oh god. He'd never been so turned on in his entire life. He swallowed and nodded. She went to his tie, and undid the knot, pulling it slowly from his collar with a soft thwap. He took a deep breath as she started to undo his shirt buttons. Her big brown eyes were questioning as she went down the row. He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

Tugging at the shirt she pulled it from his waistband and released the last two buttons. She peeled the two sides of the fabric back, and he helped her remove it from his arms. She gave his eyes one quick glance, then ran her fingers over his bare chest. He shivered at the gentle strokes of her hands.

She stopped between his pecs, playing with the chest hair there. Discovering him. She pushed him back against the cushions and climbed over his thighs. Straddling them, she moved her hands down over his stomach as the muscles clenched under her ministrations.

He dared not breathe. He'd been used, consumed, enjoyed, but this was the first time he'd ever felt appreciated. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her as she explored. Over his chest again, along his neck, down his arms. He was so hot and tight under her, but he pushed down his need. This was almost… healing. He let her keep going.

Finally after running her hands through his hair, she left his body and went to her own buttons on her shirt. He sucked in a breath and sat up a little straighter.

She popped them open one by one. His fingers itched to help, but he just squeezed her waist instead.

Suddenly she stopped. "What if I'm not what you're used to?" she asked.

"You're already that." He moved his hands up to her hair and pulled the tie from it. His fingers ran through her locks, luxuriating in the silkiness. "Doesn't mean I'm not interested."

She took a deep breath and pulled the shirt back, letting it slide from her arms. He gently removed the sleeves from her hands as he stared at her breasts encased in teal lace. Her body was gorgeous, delicious. Not skinny perse. All soft curves and swells. She was beautiful. A handle with care kind of beauty. Two days ago he would have smashed through it with no hesitation. But now…

Her arms moved behind her back to the clasp. She looked frightened.

He put his hand on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just, you're a god."

"And you're lovely."

She smiled. "Really?"

He caressed her neck with his fingers. "I won't hurt you," he said.

She undid the clasps and pulled one strap down at a time. Finally, she removed the whole garment.

He sucked in a breath. What he couldn't stop thinking about, finally bare to his eyes. Perfectly round breasts, curving up into two brown/pink points. More exquisite than his mind had been able to conjure. "May I?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes hazy. He fit his whole hand over her right breast. "Lovely," he said again. He circled it with his fingers and ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple. She grabbed his wrist.

"Would you like me to stop?" he asked.

"No, please, don't ever stop."

He smiled and brushed over the peak again.

She threw her head back. "Don't stop," she begged breathlessly.

With a request like that, he had to oblige. He put both hands on her and repeated the movement until she was bucking her hips against his legs. She grabbed his hands over her breasts, stilling his motions.

"I'm ready I think," she said. "Are you?"

"I was ready when I walked through the door," he said.

She stood, and pulled down her shorts and underwear, as he unclasped his belt, pushing down the brown polyester pants. She helped slide them off and climbed over him again. Sitting over his erection, she ran her finger down him. He hissed and grabbed her hips.

"I'm sort of nervous again," she said. "I know it's silly, we've already done this."

"Take your time," he said. "There's no rush. But maybe, don't play with me until you're ready, it's growing increasingly harder to hold back."

"Oh!" Apparently she hadn't realized she'd been stroking him up and down with her fingers. "Sorry." She laughed a little and it seemed to break the tension. She widened her hips. "Can you check?"

He realized what she was asking and smiled. Carefully, he pushed into her slit with his fingers. The heat was enticing and overwhelming. "My god, you're more than ready."

He held himself steady as she lowered onto him and he sucked in air through his teeth. She felt even better than he remembered. He grunted as she slid all the way down and reveled in her little gasp of pleasure.

"Since you're in this position, you're basically in control," he said. "Move when you want, how you want."

"Ok." She braced her forearms on his shoulders and pushed up with her knees. He gripped her hips harder. "I like how you fill me," she said sweetly.

That glowing red ember down deep inside him sparked and blazed.

They fit together like nothing he'd ever felt. Her softness moved against him, her insides so tight, he had to constantly bite his lip in order to keep from coming. He sat forward a little more and helped guide her as she sped to a steady rhythm.

Her breathy whispers sent shockwaves of pleasure down his body. They were wet and hot in his ear: "Oh god, oh my god. Oh yes."

She leaned closer, the side of her head resting against his like the other night. The gesture was wholesome, pure. It was completely new to him. She held the back of his head in her hands and nuzzled her cheek against him with a needy moan.

"Loki," she breathed.

That was it. He had to make her come now, otherwise, she was going to spend him so thoroughly, he'd never recover and finish her off.

He pushed his hand between them, and feeling into her folds, found her nub. He stroked it and whispered in her ear. "Come for me Mabel."

That was all it took. Her grip tightened in his hair, and she cried out as she convulsed around him, breathing hot open breaths into his neck. He let himself release and held her soft, squirming flesh to his as ecstasy completely overwhelmed every corner of his body.