Masturbation

"Loki, please," Natasha whined, her back arching as her fingers pressed harder into her already wet cunt, pressing hard against her g-spot. Across from her, Loki smirked and leaned closer, his own hand on his cock, stroking it slowly.

"Absolutely not. Keep fucking yourself darling. You're doing so good-it's going to be worth it, trust me."

"No, I want you inside me-."

"Natasha. Pet. If you keep whining I'm not going to let you come at all," he promised her, voice going hoarse for half a second as he felt more pre-come spread over the head of his dick, slickening his hand as he rubbed it onto his hot skin. He breathed deep, closing his eyes for the quickest of moments before opening them again. She was an absolute vision: the moon pouring on her already pale skin, her hand working itself quickly in and out of her, thumb pressed to her clit so that she was covered in goosebumps as the pleasure quickened her heart.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, pet," he moaned, tipping his head back but still looking at her through his half closed eyes, the green slits focused entirely on Nat. She moaned as she opened her eyes and caught his gaze, teeth biting hard on her plump bottom lip, cheeks reddening as she watched his hand stroking himself.

"Loki, I need-."

"To stop whining," he ordered again, head snapping up to look at her fully, eyes narrowed this time in anger. "This is your last warning, Natasha. Keep fucking yourself," he told her with a low growl in his voice. She pursed her lips and threw her head back once more, slamming her eyes shut and givng a loud scream, half in frustration and half in pleasure as he watched her fuck herself even harder. Oh yes, that's what he wanted to see. He moaned and quickened his own speed.

"It's all about delayed gratification, pet," he promised her. "It'll feel so, so good once I finally let you come. Trust me. You'll love me."

"I hate you," she gritted through clenched teeth. "I h-fuck-hate you so fucking much Loki." She pressed harder on her clit and thrashed her head from side to side.

"I know it's hard, but it'll be worth it. Just keep going. Faster."

"No-."

"Pet." A warning. She was walking on thin ice, and though she snapped her head up to glare at him and curse his name she quickened her pace yet again. The whimpers and moans making their way to Loki's ears were the sweetest he'd ever heard, and when she was right there, on the peak, teasing herself further and forcing herself to keep on the edge of coming he thought he might burst into flame from watching her, or perhaps her back would break from how hard it was bent.

"That's it. That's such a good girl, oh my Natasha you're so beautiful. Keep going darling. Keep going. That's it."

He kept her on the edge of an orgasm as long as he dared, waiting until her breathing became ragged, her hair, disheveled, plastered itself to her forehead, and she'd brought her second hand in to pinch her nipples, playing with her breasts. He wanted to do that, but all in good time he reminded himself.

"Are you ready my darling?"

"Yes. Please, Loki. Pleasepleaseplease," she begged, and he watched her body tremble as she lifted her hips, presenting her swollen, sopping center for his viewing pleasure, so he could watch her fingers disappear, then reappear, covered in her come. That was all it took. His hand immediately left his painfully hard cock as he stepped swiftly to her, replacing her fingers with his tongue as he delved deep into her, reveling in her surprised scream of pleasure, as his free hand, the one not holding onto one hip, stroked his cock once more. Her hand, still sticky with her own juices, moved to his head and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him there. He allowed her, loving how her hips bucked against his mouth.

"You can come," he finally purred against her lips, tongue sliding up until it circled her clit and she screamed. Literally screamed; it was a miracle that she didn't shatter the windows, but it was entirely worth it, and to Loki's shame brought him off on his own orgasm. His body shuddered and he pumped his hips slightly, the friction of his own palm and the fabric of the mattress hitting somewhere between pleasure and the most delicious sort of pain. He would've rather been inside her, but there would be time for that. All the time in the world; good things came for those who waited.

"I told you it would be worth it," He promised when he'd finally pulled away, wiping his lips then sucking on his fingers, grinning broadly.

"Shut up," she panted. "That was worth it. But shut up." She sat up, reached over, and grabbed him to kiss him hard.

A/N: Yeah, I had to do it. Couldn't help it =] Thanks for reading!