Erotic Loki Shorts

Cuddle Me

It's 2am and Loki is in your bed.

It shouldn't be a surprise. He's been showing up at your apartment unannounced for months--ever since the first time he seduced you last year.

You thought it was a one night stand, but he kept coming back.

Now he's lying face down in the center of your bed with the corner of the sheet tangled around his lean hips, one leg bent, both arms sprawled over his head, black hair lying across his right bicep in an inky tangle.

He's naked, too. His back is bare--pale and smooth and beautifully muscled--and the sheet is molded tightly to his perfect ass.

You sigh.

You just arrived home on a red-eye flight from a weekend conference and you have work in the morning. If you get into bed with him he's going to wake up. And then he's going to fuck you. If past experience is any example, you won't get to sleep at all.

Still, he looks delicious, and you missed him terribly, and the fact that he's here waiting for you has your heart fluttering with elation.

You back carefully out of the room and strip down in the hallway where you're not likely to wake him. Then you creep naked back into the dark bedroom and crawl oh-so-slowly onto the bed.

Loki doesn't stir.

Heart pounding, smiling moonishly into the dark, you settle against his side and mold yourself carefully to the length of his body.

He sighs sharply, shoulders flexing.

"Shhh," you whisper, curling your arm around him. "Go back to sleep."

His only response is a groggy, "Nnnnn."

You snuggle closer. He's warm and his skin is soft against your naked breasts.

He makes a sound when you tuck your hand under his belly and rest your weight against him. It's not a welcoming sound. It's a cat-like You-are-disturbing-my-rest type of sound.

For some reason it makes you giggle softly and push your hand further under his body.

He gives a muffled growl and rolls onto his side, pushing back against you. His hand clamps onto yours and holds it in place.

You freeze. But he doesn't do anything more. After a moment his grip relaxes--his whole body relaxes--and you realize he's drifted off again.

This is new. Usually he'd have you on your back by now. But you don't question it. You spoon him like your very life depends on it, face in his hair, heart soaring.

His belly moves slowly under your hand. He's breathing deeply, peacefully. You shift upwards and tuck your chin over his shoulder, cheek to his ear.

He makes that irritated feline sound again, but softer, less cognizant.

Without thinking, you stroke his belly. Gently, up to his ribcage and then down again, until you feel the tickle of his pubic hair.

He sighs, soft and sweet, and settles deeper into the mattress.

Emboldened, you keep stroking. A little higher. A little lower--until your hand is gliding from the base of his neck to the base of his cock, fingers spreading as they dip into the hair there.

His belly flexes under your hand in the most delicious way.

"I am trying to sleep, woman."

You jump, face suddenly burning. His voice, low and raspy with sleep, is irritated.

"Sorry," you say softly, and start to pull back your arm.

Loki grabs your wrist and pushes down until you feel his cock nudging your palm. It's half hard. Very warm. Silky.