It was a rare treat for me. Loki normally liked to be completely in charge and preferred to be the one driving me crazy rather than the other way around. So, when it became clear that he was in an indulgent mood, I took advantage of the opportunity to show him just how much I loved his body.

Loki still had a lot of self-image issues. Twelve or so centuries of living, believing that you were monstrous and ugly, did not fade away after a few years of married bliss. When he allowed me the opportunity to show him how much I loved his face and body, I jumped at the chance. I could sense how much self-loathing he still had. He truly did not see how gorgeous he was, didn't see the women and men who threw themselves at him, and didn't really believe me when I told him that he drove me crazy with want. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

Loki could easily turn me from being in a bad mood with no libido whatsoever to so horny I was in pain just by breathing in the same room as me. That hadn't dimmed with time either. My attraction to him built up slowly over a period of months, whereas he had admitted that his interest in me had been purely physical at first but then grew into love over time. It still bothered him that I was slower to fall for him than he was for me, and I also knew he blamed it partly on him being "disgusting".

It drove me crazy that he saw himself that way. I understood it, but I still didn't like it.

He was stretched out on the bed naked, his arms up and hands behind his head. I disrobed in that slow, sensual way that I knew he loved, and stretched my nude self-alongside of him. Normally I would have just silently shown him how much he meant to me, but I had been working on becoming more confident in bed and using my words. I wasn't nearly as good with dirty talk as he was, but I was getting there in my own time.

"I love it when you let me play," I whispered, trailing my soft hand down his sculpted chest to his Adonis belt. "You're so perfect and make a lovely playground."

His eyes swam as he looked back at me. He was touched that I thought he was perfect, but still didn't believe it himself. Too bad, because it was true. He had a slender yet sculpted body with wiry muscles covered by creamy skin that contrasted well with his shoulder length black hair. His oceanic eyes were expressive and could change colors from an icy blue to a deep green depending on his mood as well as the lighting. At the moment they were blazing with a hunger that made my cunt spasm.

His mouth was a tight bow with lips that were thin yet supple. I leaned in and kissed it, lingering long enough to have Loki moaning and weaving his fingers through my hair. I finished the kiss with a light nip on his lower lip. "I love your mouth," I whispered. "And I love your neck."

I leaned into the body part in question and gave him a love bite that made him hiss while his fingers in my hair tightened. My tongue traveled along his throat until I reached his ear, where my teeth caught his lobe. My nails raked down his chest and his back arched. "Pet," he growled, warning me that I wouldn't have long before it was time to stop playing.

I decided to drive him into even more of a frenzy by trailing my lips down his neck to his collarbone, which I traced with my tongue before licking the hollow of his throat. He jumped and snarled. I did it again and I heard a rumbling echo from deep in his chest. Oh, I was asking for it, but I was having too much fun.

"I love everything about you," I whispered. "The way you taste, the way you smell, that look you give me when I'm about to go too far...yeah, that's the one..."

"Pet," Loki growled again.

"I love your chest." I leaned down to rake his pectorals with my teeth. He almost levitated off the bed, especially when I lightly bit a flat nipple. He said a word in Asgardian that I didn't need translated. "Fuck" was clear in any language.

"And..." I reached my hand downwards. "I love your-"

He caught my hand with his before I could touch it. "No, Pet."

I blinked. "But..."

"I do not want your hand or your mouth tonight. I want you."

I shivered with pleasure at the purr in his voice. "Your wish, my command." I lifted myself up and slid myself down his body until I was straddling him. Taking his cock in my hand, I slowly guided him into me and lowered myself. He was always a perfect fit, the two of us going together like puzzle pieces.

Loki gazed up at me while he gasped and his hands grabbed my hips, gently guiding me. He knew what angle drove me over the brink, and he had no problem getting me into the right position to hit my most sensitive spots. I moved on him, my body slick and squeezing down.

I rose and ground down, his hands tightening on my hips while his eyes remained fixed on mine. I whimpered since I was already close. Loki sensed it, so he held my hips while moving his own in a rhythm that soon turned punishing.

"Hold it in, Pet. I want us to come apart together," he managed to grit out through his clenched teeth. I had a moment of panic. Loki could go for a very long time. His stamina was, for lack of a better word, godlike. I didn't know how long I could hold back, and now he was making matters worse by rubbing my clit with his thumb. The bastard.

He continued to thrust upwards, and I started to whine while I struggled not to explode. I couldn't speak, but through our bond I was making it loud and clear that I wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.

"Just a little longer, my love. We're almost...almost..." Loki gave one last thrust and then stilled, throwing his head back as he groaned his release. I quaked on top of him, the orgasm rocking through my body. It was so powerful that I collapsed on him.

I stayed like that, my legs still spread on either side of him while he remained inside me and stroked my back. It was a while before I regained the ability to speak. "You need to let me play around more often and try to hold out longer."

He let out an amused chuckle and I felt him swell inside me. This time he rolled us over, so he was on top. Seems it was his turn to play.