Darcy's Dark Side

Never had something made her feel like this did. His fingers tickled her deepest parts and still she wanted more. His tongue on that forbidden hole drove her wild. That dark masculine chuckle he gave when she started to peak made her tingle in places she didn't even know she had. The orgasm rocked her, dripped out of her, and flooded over his wrist. The sudden splash of wetness brought his attention upwards and he laughed again.
“Wet little wench.”
The words sounded pleased. He pulled his fingers out and she whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness between her legs. Without his hand there she found it hard to hold herself up. By god...the man was...incredible. She flopped over on one side loosing her balance. He looked down at her as he ran his wet fingers across her thigh.
“Buxom thing.” He licked his lips and brought his hands to the lacing that kept his clothing on. She watched, transfixed, as he loosened them and let the fabric fall to the edge of the bed. He watched her watch him as he revealed his body to her; one article of clothing at a time. “I bet your whole body moves when a man ruts you.”
She couldn't respond but she gave him a glare that told him she didn't totally appreciate that image.
“Oh, have I insulted you?” His leathers slipped away so that he knelt there with his chest bare.
Fuck he was hot.
Sure, Thor was cut like no ones business. Which was nice to look at...and Darcy had looked every chance she damn well got....but this was different. Loki had definition all his own. He was kinda svelte in that elegant way. His shoulders were broad and masculine. His arms were slender but there was wrought strength there. He had lines of definition that cut his middle into abs that demanded a tongue to be lavished on them.
Oh yeah, she'd totally lavish those abs.
And whatever was hiding lower than that.
His fingers went to the fastenings on his pants. She a thrill coursed through her when he lowered them, revealing his length.
She made a sound with the slip of silk between her teeth. She was almost happy it was there because the words she'd tried to make were...well..unintelligible. He hung, hard and uncircumcised, thicker than she expected.
He crawled towards her, leaving his pants on the bed behind him. In a pile of leather. It struck her that he was naked and moving towards her with a godly liquid grace.
His hand slid up her body, starting at the little patch of curling hair just over her pubis and sliding up her belly, between her breasts, and then to her lips, with a quick gesture he worked the fabric free.
“Tell me you desire me.”
“Christ, am I alive?”
“I am not 'Christ'.”
She chuckled and nodded, “Yeah...yeah I know.”
“Say the words.”
“What? That I want you? Buddy did you miss the part where I screamed and got all....” She motioned between her legs emphatically. “It was...good.”
“Are you done with me then?” he growled moving closer, placing his knee between her still damp thighs.
“Uh, I don't know how the chicks on Asgard do these kinda things but I'm not done till I can't move.”
A smile curled over his thin lips his fingers found her hip as he arched himself over her to kiss her mouth. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down and over her. He was tall, over a foot taller than she was making this missionary type position a little awkward.
But the feeling of awkward disappeared when he kissed her fully. That mouth, it tasted like mischief. She liked his kisses. Her hands groped along his back, down to his buttocks pulling him up.
“Would you plant me in your crevice?”
“You talk pretty,” she purred, “But we aren't planting you there yet.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. You gave me a happy...it's only fair that I...” She kissed down his body. Nipping none too gently on his neck and shoulder. She makes her way downwards. She paused over his chest licking across the broad expanse of skin. Her tonge darted out to taste both of his nipples, smiling when his breath hitched. Yeah, totally worth lavishing. Yum.
She trekked down over his belly kissing his navel. Down and down she went till she was eye to eye with his hips. His length hung hard and ready and it caught against the undersides of her breasts as she slid downwards. The moment it hit them his shaft twitched.
“Oh, yes.”
She chuckled now watching his eyes roll back. “Like that huh? Guess it doesn't matter where you boys are from, every boy likes a good pair of soft ones.”
She gripped the base of his cock, giving it a firm stroke. When his eyes closed she pressed the tip of him against her breasts, sliding him over the softness of them. He was so damn hard. Why was it so empowering? She'd made a God hard. Yeah...alright...that was sorta empowering.
“Loki...” She called up his body. “Watch me.”
He tilted his head and opened his eyes, watching as she laid her lips on the tip of his cock. His shaft twitched again and she slid him between her lips. The hard velvet warmth of him filled her mouth.
“Oh!” He cried out half in surprise half in pleasure.
She watched his muscles tense and flex as he fought to hold himself above her. That's it darling she thought to herself Struggle.
She slid him as deep as she could managed and closed her lips tight around him, suckling harder and harder till he cried out. Even then she didn't relent. She dragged her tongue over him, lifting her head till he bumped against the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” He cursed.
She slid backwards, only to be stopped by his hand on her head. “Don't stop.” He growled, “Don't you dare stop.”
She chuckled, taking a deep breath, “Horny boy, huh? Like a nice wet mouth?”
“I have a weakness for it.”
“I'll just bet you do.” She dragged her tongue and licked from tip to testicles then back up again. She kept her movements light and gentle. She kept them soft. He shook above her, his arms straining as he tried to lower his shaft into her mouth.
“More!” he demanded.
“I thought you said you were rewarding me.”
“This is a rewarded, big guy. I know who you are, Prince of Asgard. Ladies must fawn over you just waiting to get a chance to be your lady or queen or...you know...whatever. Bet none of them want to tease you.” She kissed his tip again, sucking on just that broad flat spot.
“Fuck.”
She gripped his cock and slid her hand down, slow and tight. His stomach tensed.
“I like it when you curse.” She wrapped her mouth over him, letting her lips meet the top of her fist, moving up and down with the stroking motion.
“Fuck...fuck.”
She was relentless. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem as she felt him pulse in her fist. She knew he was close.
She pulled her mouth away stroking his wet shaft fast and hard. “Come on, baby, come on. Just let go, right here, right here.”
“Yes!”
She pressed him against her breast and watched his face as he lost control.