He watched as she sank her toes in the sand, letting the waves lick her legs. She was dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit that served as the compromise she was willing to make when it came to swimwear. He wouldn't have minded seeing her in one of those bikinis. She wanted to wear swimwear that was as close to modest without being a burkini. When he presented her with the black one-piece that zipped up in front, she agreed to wear that.
Loki really wished she would stop seeing herself as plain and become comfortable with her body. He wanted her to see herself as he saw her. Of course, she would say the same about him. What a pair they made.
It was a couple of evenings after he had been in rut for the past week. The two of them had rode it out in the remote Alaskan wilderness, another compromise. He needed cold temperatures to help not make matters worse during that time, but she needed to not freeze. He didn't remember a whole lot from the rut. It was mostly a red haze with some moments here and there peeking through, but he would like to think he did a good job of keeping her warm. At least, that's what he got when he used their bond to make sure she wasn't just sparing his feelings when she assured him that he didn't hurt her. What he read was that he did get rough, but she hadn't minded...had, in fact, loved it.
Even though she enjoyed their time together, he wanted to reward her after the rut was over. He knew he demanded a lot of her during that period, and he wanted her to refresh and decompress in a place of her choosing. What she chose was almost always the tropics. He wasn't surprised. After a week in freezing temperatures, she would want the exact opposite.
Loki didn't mind. He always felt a certain kinship with the sea. Even when it was calm and placid on the surface, underneath there was chaos as the ocean currents stirred the water and everything that lived in it. Much like him.
It was calm again as the sun set, the sky aglow in hues of orange, violet, and pink, reflecting on the water, turning the ocean almost gold. The two of them had found an isolated stretch of beach, with his Pet not sensing anyone for miles. Loki conjured up a blanket, using his magic to spread it on the sand, and he pulled her down with him, seating her between his legs with her back to his chest.
He held her close, putting his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent. She smelled of jasmine and vanilla, and an elusive something that made him think of light and flame. He wondered if all angels had that last scent, and decided he had no desire to get close enough to any of them to take a sniff and satisfy his curiosity.
As it became darker, it became cooler, so Loki conjured up a second blanket that he wrapped around both of them. It was a clear night, and the stars were winking one by one. The moon began to rise as the two sat on the beach, soaking up the sea air and basking in one another's presence. His arms tightened around her. She smelled so good. She felt even better. He was getting aroused, and he knew she could feel it.
They were all alone on this beach. Perfect. It was as romantic as it could get, and Loki decided he would keep this gentle and tender. She deserved it after the roughness of the past week.
He bent his head and kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck met, then peppered soft kisses along the side of her neck. He intertwined his fingers with hers and moved his lips to her jaw. Soft. Sweet. It was what they both needed.
She drew in a shaking breath, then sighed, craning her neck to allow him more access. His lips lingered on her neck before he cupped her jaw, turned her head, and laid his mouth upon hers. His lips massaged hers, with teasing flicks of his tongue along her teeth. It earned him a shiver and a small moan. It was music to his ears.
He shifted their bodies so that she was on her back on the sand, and he was on top of her. Once positioned, he resumed his nibbles on her neck. She squirmed under him, her hands stroking up and down his back encouraging him to continue.
His fingers traveled to the zipper on the front of her suit, slowly lowered it while his lips traveled to her collarbone. He slid his hand inside the suit to cup a breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She gasped, the legs that were already wrapped around him tightening. Loki had discovered that it didn't take much to drive his Pet crazy.
His face went back to hers, claiming her lips in another kiss. He let his tongue linger this time, softly tasting hers. She moaned, the sound almost a snarl. He wasn't ready to give her what she wanted, not even close. He wanted her desperate and crazed.
He lowered his head to kiss the top of her breast, then lavish kisses around her areola, avoiding the nipple. He treated the other breast to the same attention. His Pet was really squirming now, and he could feel her crotch heating. He caught her hand before she could reach for what was tucked in his pants, pinning it by the side of her head. "None of that," Loki whispered. "Let me show you how I love you, Pet."
"I love you too," she panted. "But if you don't take me now, I'm going to kill you."
He chuckled darkly, his hand reaching down to grasp one of her breasts. She gasped and arched her back as his thumb rubbed her nipple in gentle circles, then his hands traveled down, peeling the swimsuit off her. He took a moment to sit up and gaze at her in the moonlight, her body almost glowing. His breath escaped him at the sight of her...his longed for, dreamed for wife.
The waves were stroking their feet while he stroked her skin, listening to her sweet moans and gasps. Loki bent down and kissed her stomach, his tongue tracing the dips and curves of her belly. "Loki," she growled, writhing under him while he ran his tongue along the bottom of her ribs.
He had her right where he wanted her. So needy and desperate for him, and he could no longer deny them. He climbed back up her body, sheathing himself inside her in one smooth stroke.
He spent a few minutes staring into her eyes, stroking her face and just basking in the feel of her. He tasted her lips again, keeping his kisses gentle and sweet. It was the type of sex he had wanted for all of his thousand-year long life but never had, not before her.
She began to move her hips and so he started moving as well, keeping his thrusts agonizingly slow and easy. His Pet whimpered. He felt pleased that he was driving her to madness, so he continued as he was. He wanted to drag this out, to experience her, to slowly drive her to the edge and make her frantic. She was most of the way there already.
His thrusts gradually grew in force and speed, and he felt her body tense beneath him. He chose not to make her ask permission tonight, using his phantom on her clit to drive her to the bliss she craved. Their eyes remained locked on each other as she came, crying out. He caught some of her cries in his mouth as he kissed her and followed her in their shared ecstasy.
He stayed inside her for a few minutes, catching his breath and kissing her face. Butterfly kisses on her temples, the corners of her mouth, her jaw. Then he rolled off her and magicked her swimsuit back on before wrapping them back up in the blanket.
Loki had everything he could want, and she was discovering how much she loved tender with him as well as rough.