Creative Sexual Positions

She moaned as she positioned her hips just right, letting Loki take control of the rest of it. He fit perfectly inside her, cock stretching her out as it made its way in inch by inch, Nat jostling her hips to achieve the perfect fit. Loki groaned quietly, the sight of her ass wiggling just in front of him near too much as she laid down between his legs, belly and breasts atop the rumpled bedding, her legs just behind them. From there, as he promised he did all the work, threading hs fingers through her short hair to pull her head back. The pricks of pain made it all worth it, Nat thought as she let another moan out, this one louder and higher pitched than the other, filled with need not only for him to fill her back up as he pulled slowly out of her, but for him to go faster. Harder. He obliged not half a minute later, slamming his hips up against hers so that her ass shook with the force of it. God he loved that sight, and he set to work pounding even harder into her each time, free hand taking an ample hand of her backside, squeezing the soft flesh before spanking her hard. She shouted, surprised, then moaned when he massaged the red skin.

"Norns above you feel perfect," he moaned as she bucked her hips in response to his every thrust, pushing him deeper into her. She moved to give herself a better angle, pushing herself up onto her elbows, back arched and nipples pressed hard against the soft fabric of their bedspread, the friction pure, undadulterated torture. With one of her hands she dislodged his from her hair and moved it down to her breast, his name ripped from her lips as he pinched and pulled, rolling the supple flesh between his fingers with all the ease and practice of a man who'd been doing this for centuries. She never got over just how perfect his technique was but . . . well, she wouldn't mind throwing him off his game a little.

Halfway through, when he was lost in the rhythm of his hips against hers, she moved just a little further off of him so he slipped out with a low curse. Before he could realign them, though, she'd turned around and laid him back down. For some time she'd planned on breaking out the same cuffs he'd worn when he'd been escorted off of Earth the first time around (Stark had shot her a knowing smile when she'd asked him to reconstruct them) and because they spent so much time in his bedroom she'd been able to hide the metal restricting devices beneath her pillows without ease, their chain wrapped around the rungs of her headboard. He'd just gotten her name out of his mouth, confusion wrapped around the soft "Natasha?" when she'd slipped his arms up above his head and into the manacles. He looked up and swore when he recognized them.

"Wench." The term came out sounding more like a pet name than one he'd call her in anger. "What do you have planned for me?"

Nat couldn't help but grin, moving his legs up so that they were bent and nearly parallel to the ground. She straddled his hips, her own positioned so the tip of his cock was just below her entrance, sticky and wet and red with anger and desire. She took it in her hand and pumped once, twice, just to make him moan. "My turn to be in control," she purred, before sinking down onto him, his dick angled perfectly so that it hit all the right places on the first stroke. She swore she saw stars while the god beneath her swore in a language she didn't understand. The reverence that laced his words made it worth it, especially when she started bouncing up and down atop him. It was Loki's turn to lose control, to spiral into the bottomless pleasure as Nat rode him without mercy, breasts bouncing with the movement until her hands came up and cupped them, playing with them in front of his eyes so his mouth watered and he begged her to let him go.

"I want to touch you-please, my darling. My love, please let me go."

"No," she moaned, rolling her hips so that he hit her g-spot. He let out a quick shout in pleasure, eyes rolling backwards, relinquishing control even though Nat was positive if he wanted he'd be able to break through the wood of her headboard without a problem. She loved that he didn't, letting go so that she could fuck him, control him. The power surged through her stomach, releasing the pleasure that had been building and crashed over her, taking her off guard. As she tightened around him, tense and spasming and taking him in even deeper than before, he followed her orgasm with a loud shout, filling her up to the brim and then some, the hot liquid spilling out from within her.

"Worth it-wasn't it?" She gasped, grinning down at him as she let him lower his legs. She wasn't ready to get off him, however, and soon enough she could feel his cock thickening once more. The stamina of a god and all that, she supposed. Still breathless but nevertheless determined, she leaned over and licked a slow stripe up the side of his face. He shuddered beneath her.

"Play nice and I'll let you cuff me and have your way with me," she promised. Inside hers he felt his cock twitch, interest multiplying with her words, while his eyes turned to slow, cat-like slits and his lips curved in a delicious smirk.

"My wish is your command, my darling," he purred.

A/N: I raided for these ideas and positions, just sayin'. Kinda ashamed, but there you have it. Hope you enjoyED and thanks for reading!