That's a curious question, and had Loki pausing, mouth against her stomach. Then he nuzzled it, and moved so he could look at her. "Why?" He was honestly curious.
Interesting... Loki considered this, before shifting his arms. Moving to keep her close, hold her, while he stood. "Perhaps in a bit. You seem to like getting under my layers." Teasing her, long strides taking him to the bed.
Stepping up to the bed and kneeling on it, moving to lay her down, blue-green eyes shifted to meet her own deliberately. Leaning over her, hand moving to stroke her face. "I'll consider it--but I want you to shatter a few times for me without magic first." It was another promise.
"And you're resistant to stripping down." She teases as she tugs at the shirt he's still wearing.
Of course he's incredibly confident, it's no surprise at all. Christine has faith that with centuries of experience he will likely be able to make her climax multiple times.
"I do happen to like my layers." Teasing back with a smile, still brushing her face. "Would you like me to? It would give me a future goal to surpass."
He laughs with her, enjoying the kiss and returning it easily. Once more tasting her, teasing and playful as well. "Nothing so exciting, my sweetling. Just skin." Murmured against her mouth, into the kiss.
She'd managed to dislodge the collar (and partly untuck his shirt), which meant she had more skin than he usually bared. Loki shifted a bit, sliding one arm underneath her and taking his weight on it. Balanced between that and his knees. Once more murmuring to her in Asgardian, as his free hand moved again. Tracing paths down her skin, past her collarbone and breasts, down her stomach. Heading lower, sneaking under trousers and underwear to find skin and play there with clever fingers.
Loki let out a low chuckle at that moan, well-pleased and nuzzling her own throat encouragingly. "Beautiful, my Sweetling." His voice low and silken. She was drawing a few soft sighs of pleasure herself, leaving faint marks against pale skin. Long fingers explored her teasingly, learning her shape most intimately, circling sensitive spots to find just how to make her shudder again.
Her actions make him press closer, with a bruising kiss against her throat. He's not as vocal as she is, but Loki certainly has little tells that he's enjoying. The way he leans into a touch, or quiet little groans. He happily repays her actions in kind; now that he knows her shape, clever fingers get to work. Teasing her intimately, caressing and stroking and then entering her while his thumb focuses on her center.
"I have you, Sweetling. Just enjoy and feel it, for now." Again his voice was silken, low, smug but also pleased. Wanting her legitimately to have pleasure besides boosting his ego. Shifting his body only enough to use his legs, to help open her up more. Determined to have her climax this way at least once, before he'd move on.
"Oh?" Loki murmured, nuzzling and leaving soft kisses or gentle nips against her skin. "You have the real thing now, Sweetling. How long have you been wanting this?" Against her ear, teasing her still, definitely a lover's tone in his voice.
Nor did he stop teasing or tormenting with his fingers and thumb too. Keeping alert for just how close she might be. Savoring those little moans, and promising he'd bring more of them out.
Making his way back to her mouth, Loki kissed her with that fire once more. Doing his best to tell and show her that this was absolutely wanted. He'd had a few nights himself where he'd allowed himself to wonder, and plan, how he would do this when it happened. Being sure she understood that he wanted her.
Fortunately, Loki was expecting it. Not surprised at all, as he made sure she could feel him. Holding her and catching her, secure and warm and wanted. Soft touches and teasing to help her through the crash, make sure her descent was gentle. Back to nuzzling her, with soft kisses and brushes of his nose. Murmuring reassurances to her for how beautiful she was, how good she felt, that he truly did want her there in his arms.
That affection is like water to a man dying of thirst, as Loki leans into it all. Returning it, and making it clear that yes. He is very fond of her, this is all very welcome and wanted. "Sweetling, you are lovely when you shatter." Whispered against her ear, guiding her hands once more to his shirt if she wanted to try once more to get more skin from him.
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whose_son_am_i) wrote2022-01-18 06:41 am
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"I wish I could feel your magic." It had felt nice, it's almost a shame he's so well shielded.
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But she can now, and it feels like an intimacy, to be allowed to feel his magic.
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Stepping up to the bed and kneeling on it, moving to lay her down, blue-green eyes shifted to meet her own deliberately. Leaning over her, hand moving to stroke her face. "I'll consider it--but I want you to shatter a few times for me without magic first." It was another promise.
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Of course he's incredibly confident, it's no surprise at all. Christine has faith that with centuries of experience he will likely be able to make her climax multiple times.
"Are you going to keep count?"
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She nibbles at his skin, leaving gentle little marks.
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She's taking advantage of the open collar to lavish attention to the span of his beautiful throat.
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Her hands are sliding down his body to squeeze his ass, she's always wanted to get a handful.
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She can read his signs, the little shifts in breath and tiny moans when she drags her teeth across his skin.
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"Couldn't stop picturing your face when I came."
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Nor did he stop teasing or tormenting with his fingers and thumb too. Keeping alert for just how close she might be. Savoring those little moans, and promising he'd bring more of them out.
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"The real thing is very good." She's very close, both because he's very talented and because she's waited for this for some time.
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She comes with a crash, almost unexpected and intense.
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All their flirty little dates have definitely built up a level of fondness between them.
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She will take the invitation to get him out of his shirt, eager to see him.
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