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Kitty, kitty

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Her chuckle rivals his for seductive darkness, and she mouths slowly down along his collarbone, nibbling, licking, kissing, leaving little marks on his porcelain-pale skin. Continuing downward, she rubs her nose in the fine hairs along his sternum, giggling a little, and follows the treasure trail. She hesitates a moment before taking his head in her mouth, fingers delicately tracing the veins along his length. Swirling her tongue around, testing carefully, she sucked slightly, eyes flicking up to check Loki’s reaction.

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Loki’s moan makes her smile into the kiss before she deepens it. Their tongues dance and play, and she breaks away very slowly, eyelashes fluttering up to meet his green eyes with her own. Her voice is a moan when she speaks, breathlessly. “Gods, Loki … ” Summer can’t resist fisting her hand in his hair, its darkness a sharp contrast to her own olive skin. “You are so … “

She obviously can’t find the word, and substitutes more kisses all along one cheekbone until she finds an earlobe to bite.

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It’s a bit odd that Loki isn’t sweaty-sticky like she expects, but it’s not worth mulling over. Hearing his voice rumble through his chest, though, gives her shivers, involuntarily grinding her pelvis against his hipbone. “I want to find the shape of you with my hands,” she whispers, and does so, starting at his face. Light touches trail over his eyebrows, across his cheekbones, and then she’s cupping his face and kissing him like she’s drowning and he’s air.

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”Finally,” Summer whispers, rolling herself over to lie half-draped over Loki. “I thought I would never be able to touch you.” The pale canvas of his bare skin is far too tempting to resist, and immediately she begins to mark shapes on it with her nails, pale pink patterns that mean nothing save that she is allowed to touch. All the thwarted kisses are pressed into his skin now, along his pointed jaw and down the column of his neck, until she lays her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat and just breathe.

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Summer can’t even move for long moments, her body already softly aching with that sense of being properly used for one. The warmth of his hand on her stomach is comforting, and she closes her eyes again to simply revel in the throbbing throughout, catching little aftershocks with sharp intakes of breath. the desire to touch Loki, to return the favour in kind, is pretty strong by now, and she’s terribly tempted to burn away the cloth holding her prisoner.

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His smart mouth earns him a quick flash of anger, a wordless ‘don’t push your luck’ that is quickly drowned under the ecstasy again. Summer’s all but biting through the gag now, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, squirming fit to merge her body with his entire. Everything he does now is good, is blissful in her sensitive state. The soft brush of his fingers over her abdomen is enough, now, to send her careening over the edge again with a heartfelt groan.

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Summer almost cries when Loki puts the gag back in, but his sudden penetration rips a cry from her mouth, muffled into the fabric. It only takes a few strokes before his rhythm drags her along, the already sensitive flesh instantly responding to the friction. She wants his mouth, but not with the gag in the way; she wants his hands to roam her body but can’t say it. All she can do is writhe with his strokes, hooking her free leg behind his back, and and helplessly slide into the throbbing moan that has always characterised her rising pleasure at this point.

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”Gods, no. Just please … please … ” It wasn’t enough, but then as sweet as being fingered is, it’s never as good as the closeness to be had from a full penetrative union. She feels empty now, muscles in her thighs seizing and clenching. “Please, Loki, I want you, inside me, your hands wrapped around me, please …” Summer dares to lower her arms, trying somehow, anyhow, to touch him, yearning forward to try to kiss him, anything at all to sate the desire he’s drawn up to the surface.

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Summer’s thoughts are entirely a jumble of ‘oh god please’, ‘yes Loki’, and ‘don’t stop don’t ever stop’. Her hands in the silk cord are clenched into fists, and every muscle is straining toward completion. The climax, when it comes, slides down her spine like lightning in slow motion, wringing her back into an arc as every muscle locks and then releases, leaving her trembling and gasping.

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The sound that emerges from Summer’s throat when Loki finally, finally touches her, even if it’s just a single finger, is a long groan, half relief, half skyrocketing pleasure. When he removes the blindfold, she tips her head up, seeking his face with hazy eyesight, before a flick of his tongue makes her throw her head back again, eyes shut. She makes the most pleading sound she can, desperate for more.