He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss. ”Can you feel how I want you?” he murmured. ”Since first we met…do you feel it?” He knew she could. He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember. His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.
She didn’t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.
Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.
His hands slid softly up her sides, lifting off the shirt that kept him from feeling her skin. Immediately he leaned back into the kiss, twisting their tongues together, unable to get enough. The feeling of her fingers tangled in his hair was like a piece of heaven, and he hoped she could feel it. ”I’m yours, Summer,” he said, unable to contain his words. His hands shook just slightly. ”Tell me what you want.”
Pressing kisses to each temple, to each sharp cheekbone, to the corners of his jaw, she murmured, “I want,” kiss, “your hands,” kiss, “everywhere,” kiss, “learning every line,” kiss, “every curve,” she ran her nails down the back of his neck, “followed by your mouth, while you tell me everything you find beautiful about me. Take my breath away. Make me cry out. Draw it out slow and pure until neither of us can stand it any longer.”
“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.” Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away. Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him. ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her. He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.
Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.
One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”