A/N: short chapter. EXTREME M content (sexual situation). Read at your own risk. Enjoy!
She never cared much about sex at all. In fact, since her siblings had died, it was about the furthest thing from her mind.
Now, however, lust burned through her veins at every touch of Loki. He held her up and around him, against the wall, as his tongue grazed her own. Her fingers tangled themselves into his hair, as she moaned at the slight bulge pressing into her thigh. His lips traveled from her own mouth, to her jawline, and finally his teeth grazed her neck lightly. He turned, still holding her legs, and lay her on his bed.
"This garment is infuriating me.." he growled, caressing the fabric over her ribs. His hands found their way to the back of her dress, and he abruptly pulled back.
Oh my god he literally just ripped my dress off. Normally, her first instinct would have been to laugh at how angry Natasha would be. Her instinct now, however, was lost as she watched Loki, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes feasting on her body, exposed save for a bra and underwear. As he found his way back to her eyes, he bent over slightly, lightly running his hands from her feet, up to the white lace of her underwear. She didn't fight the quick, tugging motion that he pulled them off with.
Eira's breath hitched as he leaned forward, bringing her legs over his shoulders. The trail of kisses his lips left up the inside of her thigh had coaxed a slow moan from her, and he chuckled. The feeling of his cold hands gripping her hips was an electrifying feeling all its own, but the sensation of his tongue darting in and around her sex was driving her wild. The look in his eyes as he slowly began to suck on the delicate bundle of nerves was more mischievous than that of any she had seen before.
And she didn't mind at all, she thought, as her back arched and she tried to keep her legs apart enough for him to be comfortable.
Abruptly, he stopped. As she thought to ask why, he swiftly removed the dark jeans and boxers he wore and climbed completely onto the bed.
He kissed her neck and reached under her to the hook of her bra. "This irritates me." he chuckled.
"Me too." she managed to gasp as he slid two fingers into her womanhood, circling her clit with his thumb.
"Your... tattoos," he said slowly, remembering the pronunciation, "are lovely, and so are these." he commented, his tongue darting around her pierced nipple.
"Glad you like them." she managed, half moaning.
As if reading her mind, he brought his mouth back to hers. She longed to be as close as possible to him. The feeling of his long, muscular torso already perspiring slightly against her was driving her insane, but not nearly as much so as his erect sex pressing, bare, to the inside of her thigh. She moaned into him as her grip tightened on his back.
"I want you." she whispered, eyes closed, as his lips grazed her jaw.
His only reply was a light bite on her shoulder as he inserted himself into her.
Eira gasped, and then moaned at the ecstasy of his already quickening thrusts. Within minutes, waves of pleasure ripped his name from her very core as she clawed his back.
"Loki." she gasped.
"Eira." he moaned back to her, as he pressed his final thrust into her.
He turned over, panting heavily. In his lifetime, he had had many women.
But none like this.
None of them had said his name with such longing, such absolute lust. And he had certainly never returned it.
He glanced over to her. She was stunning, even by Asgardian standards of physical and mental beauty. Her eyes closed, lips parted slightly, breathing deeply.
Even he was exhausted by the semi-unexpected waves of pure ecstasy. He tugged her over longingly. Without questioning, she lay her head on his chest and soon, for the first time in years, fell into a dreamless sleep.