The Witch He Loved

Chapter 36

The celebration had lasted late into the night, the drinking and dancing had tired us both and by the time we had dragged ourselves back to Loki's room we barely managed to undress before collapsing into the bed, holding each other close. 

When I woke I assumed it was late given how bright the sun was shining into the room. 

"You're staring again" He mumbles sleepily and my lips quirk up. 

"I was just admiring your newest accessory" I lift my hand and run my fingers over the braid in his hair. 

He opens his eyes and peers down at me. 

"Do you like them?" 

"I love them Lo, I love you." I lift my lips and kiss him. 

He hums against my lips, pulling my body toward him until I'm straddling him, laying against his chest. He breaks our kiss and hugs me to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"I love you." He replies with his eyes closed. 

We lie there for a while and I hear his breathing even out, his grip on me loosening. Part of me wants to let him sleep but the other part of me is aware of our position and I can't resist. 

I grind my body against him and feel him become hard, I feel myself throb with need. 

"Loki?" I whisper to him as I kiss his neck.

His arms tighten again as he wakes again, he hums a moan as I bite his ear gently. 

"Yes, Love?" His voice is still sleepy but he sounds more awake this time. 

I lift my hips up, feeling the tip of him slide across me before I set them back down, letting his cock fill me slowly. 

He groans as I rock my hips against him before lifting and letting myself drop back down. 

I let out a breathy moan and repeat the moments, my eyes watching him. 

"Gods." He whispers, his arms unwind from me, one of them moves up my spine and tangles into my hair, the other grips my hip but he leaves me to lead. 

His eyes are closed but his face says everything, I let my hips lift and drop at a slow but steady pace, putting a hand to his cheek I turn his head to me. 

All I feel is love and pleasure, our lips connect and his hands tighten on me, his hips raising to meet mine. 

I moan into his mouth as he hits the right spot and he breaks the kiss, opening his eyes and looking at me. 

"Loki." I whisper on a quiet moan, my legs are beginning to protest my continued movements and I falter as pleasure shoots through me. 

"Let me, Love." He whispers back. 

The hand on my hip stills me as my hips raise but instead of dropping me back down he keeps me in place, thrusting up into me at the same pace I had been going. 

It feels different with him moving for us, our breathing picks up and my moans become louder, his eyes stay on mine. 

"Faster." I beg him, his eyes darkening. My body is almost there but it seems to be needing that little push. 

He removes his hand from my hair and grasps my other hip with it. 

His hands tighten on me as he pulls back and pauses. He kisses me sweetly before looking at me, our eyes connecting once more as he smirks at me. 

I feel myself clench around his tip, my body craving his movements, I tighten my grip in his hair.

"Please Loki." I whisper, my need taking over.