𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Fluffy rug sex

You take Loki's hand, suddenly over come with nerves.

While you and Loki have engaged in a lot of rough, dirty sex games. You've never done sensual loving and have never made love to each other. Now that it's finally come to the point of giving yourself freely to him, you feel the internal anxiety dredge up from within you.

The butterflies were back, but big ones, causing a ruckus inside you. You began to wonder if you were good enough for him—what if you didn't please him—what if he tires of you.

Will he get bored of me?

Loki spun around and looked at you in shock. You were so distracted by your emotions that you had forgotten not to think so loud. And now he had heard your last thought.

"Bored of you?" Loki repeated, taken aback.

You regretted your moment of self doubt, wishing you had just enjoyed it instead. But it was too late, and Loki wanted to address how you felt.

"Darling, I will never, ever be bored of you" he stated as a matter of fact, "how can I be, when you keep me so entertained with your wild and disobedient ways, your raunchy thoughts, your obsessive use of profanity, but also your loving words. I simply adore you kitten, and I will never not crave you." he smiled sincerely before pulling you into a tender embrace.

You lept into his arms and hugged him tightly, basking in the warmth of his embrace. You raise your gaze towards him, and the moisture in your eyes intensifies.

With a wistful chuckle you reply, "You know me so well," you shed a single tear, and it slowly rolls down your cheek.

"I can wipe away the tears from your eyes, but I can't physically swipe away the painful doubt in your heart. Instead, allow my actions to settle that uncertainty, and eventually that too will fade away" Loki gently smoothed away the one tear that had fallen, "I love you sweetheart"

Hearing Loki express his love for you was as thrilling as one of his orgasms, his doting words left you feeling more assured and at ease.

"You love me, even with my fondness for using cuss words?" you say playfully, squeezing him closer and pressing your bare chest against his leathers.

"I love you because of your obscenity" he grinned, continuing to a gaze at you thoughtfully.

After hearing his reply, you couldn't help but smile at his wit. And yet, you give him the sad puppy look and sulk. He regarded you with amusement, cracking a smile at your dramatic expression.

"What is wrong now, sweetheart?"

"As much as I love seeing you in all your glory—in your fine Asgardian leathers. I truly miss the feel of your skin. Do you mind love?"

"I don't mind at all, kitten; go ahead and undress me." The playful smirk he displayed instantly shot a tingle lower down in your body.

Oh, my pleasure....

His ensemble looked quite tricky to remove, so you started with the easiest piece, his leather pants. With eagerness, you unbuckled his belt and swiftly pulled it all the way through the loops before discarding it onto the floor.

You undo the little clasp at his waist with ease and carefully unzip him. You've learned Loki prefers to go full commando and you wholeheartedly admire and support his decision.

As you move down his body, his pants fall below his waist, and his hefty cock springs out. You battled with your desire to immediately take it into your mouth; the temptation exceptionally strong, but you resisted and continued with the removal of his clothes.