Out of reach • A Loki fanfiction

Chapter 16 - Another kind of pleasure

With Loki's mouth on her lips, his hands caressing her sides, and his body parked between her legs, it was impossible to keep her heartbeat low. It had labored as soon as he had picked her up by a single arm, and hoisted her on top of the pantry, the clothes forgotten on the floor.

He was touching every bit of exposed skin. From her ankles to her calves, up her neck and down her fingers. And he didn't touch more until Era encouraged him to. She had lowered the sleeves to expose her shoulders, she had lifted the robe to let him touch her knees. And Loki reacted to that. Mostly because Era was simply too beautiful to resist.

Until her arms slipped out of the sleeves as a whole. Until the only anchor point of the fabric was a belt, keeping only her lower body shielded from the open air. And from Loki's gaze.

His lips unattached from hers slowly, realisation of her exposed skin striking him like a tidal wave. His hands slid up her covered thighs, eventually finding the warmth of her bare sides. A sparkle formed in his eyes by the sight of her exposed chest, his hands almost tickling as he caressed them up.

"By the Norns, you're beautiful." He breathed, his thumbs making soft motions over both her breasts.

Era's back automatic arched by the feeling of his touch, her lips parting for multiple reasons. She almost didn't register it when Loki took ahold of her hand, and guided her off the pantry. Only when she stood still, and felt the absence of Loki's hands did she open her eyes back up. But as soon as she did, it was Loki's mouth that crashed on her pulse, his back pressing into hers from behind, and his hands caressing both her breasts, waist, and the starting lines of her muscles underneath.

That's when she let out her first moan. A sound which had Loki encouraged to taste her skin more, to kneed her breasts instead of caress.

"Have you ever touched yourself before?"

That had her wide awake. "What?"

But Loki didn't see his question as all too weird. He just kept on mapping her body with the use of his hands. "It's not hard to answer, pet, I need to know how experienced your perfect little body is."

She swallowed. Hard. "Maybe."

"It's a yes or no question, darling."

He began to walk around her, with the purpose of finally having the chance to look her back in her eyes. He knew the answer by now, of course. A 'maybe' meant more often 'yes' than 'no'. But he just wanted to let her say it. To as to say train her to speak her thoughts. To tell Loki exactly what she did and didn't want. Because especially with Era, her mind was on top of the list.

She took a breath the moment he stood face to face with her once more. "Yes."

He danced his fingers across her skin, choosing their paths down her arms. "Have you ever gotten yourself to climax before?"

Another question that had her swallow. "Yes." She answered regardless.

He then took ahold of her hands, as if expecting them as new. "With these fingers?"

"With what else?"

There was truth in her eyes, definitely some wonder too. "Oh sweet Era..." He whispered against her hands, holding them both up against his lips. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes."

He hummed before truly piercing her gaze. "Would you like me to give you pleasure with mine?"

To all the Gods, was there any more blood left to pump to her head?

"Yes." She told him, lost in the features that painted his face.

Those features were quick to turn into a smirk, the same time he gently squeezed her hand and lead her backwards to his four-poster. She followed him without question, suddenly very unaware and unbothered by the fact that she was half naked still, as well. Loki turned them around, the back of her legs touching the dark wood at the edge of his bed. "Tell me."