Stay With Me
Loki smirked as Sylvie pulled him eagerly down the hall to their room. He took out the key and opened the door, closing it quickly behind them once inside. Sylvie grabbed his tie and pulled him close, lips parted with a sultry smirk.
Loki breathed heavy and leaned down to kiss her, his arm bracing against the wall over her shoulder. He surged into her passionately, kisses becoming frantic with need.
Sylvie gasped breathlessly, hands roaming over his chest before hurriedly undoing his waistcoat. She pushed it and his jacket back helping him to shrug the clothing off his shoulders.
Loki panted and brought his hands back to run over her sides, grasping at her like a drowning man might a life raft.
“Loki…” she sighed against his cheek as he mouthed at her jaw down to her neck.
Sylvie fumbled at the buttons of his dress shirt, tearing at the ones which gave her trouble impatiently. She gasped as Loki growled and tore the slit of her dress in order to step between her legs, effectively pinning her hips to the wall with his body.
He moved back up to kiss her deeply as he rolled his hips against her. Sylvie moaned into his mouth at the amazing feeling of his firm body against hers. She tugged desperately at his tie as she gasped for air.
“Oh Loki,” she sighed weakly as he ground her against the wall, “oh fuck…”
Loki felt his heart hammering dangerously in his chest and wanted to drown in the sound of Sylvie gasping his name. That would be a fitting death, he thought briefly before her knuckles brushed his bare stomach and all rational thought abandoned him.
Sylvie struggled to undo the button of his trouser front causing Loki to groan with anticipation. This was it. It was finally happening and he was afraid he might lose it just from the first touch of her hand alone.
“Oh Sylvie…” he murmured desperately against her parted lips as he slowed to catch his breath and stilling her hands, “are you sure about this? Are we… are we really doing this?”
“Loki, we’ve waited long enough…” she sighed.
He pulled back to look at her flushed face, eyes softening and brow knit with affection.
“I could wait forever and not be ready… you’re everything, and I fear I may lose myself completely,” he murmured.
Sylvie touched his cheek gently, “so lose yourself with me…” she said breathlessly, “if we both lose ourselves… then we can get lost together.”
Loki’s heart ached for her, he knew once they crossed this bridge there was no turning back, and he wanted to show her just how strongly he felt. He wanted Sylvie to feel just how much he loved her; he wanted to make her feel more intense pleasure than she had ever known.
“Sylvie…” he whispered desperately, “I want to make love to you.”
Sylvie’s breath caught at the fire that lit inside her, “yes, oh Loki… I need you, all of you…” she gasped.
Loki groaned and kissed along her neck, becoming frustrated by the fabric in his way. He slowed to fiddle with it then ran his hands around to the bow at the back of her neck.
“May I…?” he breathed hesitantly. She nodded softly and he deftly undid the bow. Tugging gently he slowly unwrapped her like a precious gift. Each of his hands slid beneath one side of the fabric which now went easily over her shoulders till it fell to catch between them.
Sylvie was breathing heavy but seemed focused on this moment, ready to bare herself to him. Loki watched completely mesmerized, swallowing thickly as she slid the dress the rest of the way down her chest to expose her perfect breasts. He placed a hand reverently over her heart, then caressed lightly down the middle of her chest in awe.
A shy smile tugged at her lips as Sylvie shimmied the dress over her hips to fall softly to the ground. Loki’s breath caught, almost afraid to look down at her body.
She smiled softly, “you don’t have to be afraid,” she whispered, “I trust you,” then leaned up to kiss him softly as she placed his hands on her bare waist.
Loki allowed himself to let go of the hesitation and poured his heart into the kiss. Her words had unlocked something in him he’d been holding back.
In the time he’d known her he had always feared that some part of her didn’t fully trust him. If he were really honest he hadn’t fully trusted himself, but something about the way she said it gave him permission to let that go.
Loki made a broken sort of noise, a tear falling unbidden from his eye as he finally felt free to let go. To not hold anything back from her, it made his heart pound in his chest. Loki cupped her jaw, then slid his hand further into her hair, fingers tangling idly.
“Loki…” Sylvie breathed low and husky against his lips, “Loki, take me to bed…”
His stomach flipped and he nodded slowly, hands moving down her sides to lift her. He pulled her easily up against him and Sylvie gasped, arms slipping around his shoulders as he stared into her eyes. Loki carried her the short distance to the enormous bed and set her down gently.
Sylvie sighed at the softness of the duvet beneath her bare skin. She pulled him down to kiss her and slid her hands down his neck. Loki panted softly, one arm propping him over her.
Sylvie ran her hands over his bare chest, his dress shirt still hanging open over her. She pushed it off his shoulders, hands caressing his muscular arms admiringly. Loki quickly pulled the sleeves the rest of the way off and tossed the shirt off the bed.
The motion caused his open fly to skim across her stomach, and Sylvie’s breath hitched at the ticklish sensation. She slowly moved her hands back to the zip, knuckles brushing the tender skin over his abdominal muscles and eliciting a small gasp. He nodded gently as she looked to him for confirmation then carefully undid the front of his trousers.
Loki was breathing shallowly above her as the proximity both terrified and excited him. This had been building between for so long it seemed almost unreal to be actually happening.
Sylvie cautiously slipped a hand inside his open trousers to touch him and Loki nearly choked at the feeling. His breath caught and his stomach contracted as she caressed him lightly.
“Oh Sylvie…” he murmured desperately.
“Take them off…” she said gently.
Loki nodded obediently and worked to remove his trousers, toeing off his shoes and kicking off his socks as well in the process. He resisted using his magic to disrobe. He often found it tedious but in this case it was the only thing keeping him from completely losing it.
Down to his underwear Loki panted anxiously above her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
“Do we need protection of some kind..?” Loki asked breathlessly.
Sylvie shook her head softly, “Never wanted to worry about that on the run… already taken care of it.”
“Of course you have…” Loki grinned, “my Sylvie…”
She sighed desperately and pulled him down to kiss her. He began peppering kisses down her neck and chest, urged on by her breathy gasps of pleasure. He mouthed gently at her breasts and caressed her soft skin in exploration.
Sliding his hands down her legs he lifted each ankle to kiss tenderly. Sylvie sighed happily, breath speeding up as he kissed back down her legs. At her center he placed a reverent kiss over the silky lace material which hid her from him making Sylvie gasp. He eased the underwear slowly down her hips, Sylvie panting above him in anticipation.
He kissed between her legs leisurely until Sylvie tugged at his shoulders to move back up over her.
“Later,” she said softly, “now I want you up here, with me…”
Sylvie’s hands slid under his waistband, thumbs hooking to tug them gently down. She parted her legs as she did so in order for him to rest his weight there.
Loki moaned quietly into her mouth as she carefully pulled the fabric over his straining erection. He pushed the underwear down, then impatiently flicked his wrist to make them vanish.
Sylvie grinned and caressed his backside appreciatively. He moved to kiss her neck tenderly, breathing into her ear.
“Is this the way you want it?” he asked patiently in a soft murmur.
Sylvie brought her hands up to pull his face into view, eyes searching his with love and affection.
“Just like this… just us…” she said softly.
Loki smiled fondly, “just us…”
Now completely exposed to one another they panted into each other’s mouths.
“Are you ready?” Loki asked softly.
Sylvie nodded gently, “More than…”
Loki smiled and positioned himself carefully, giving her another brief kiss.
He pressed forward slowly, the two of them gasping against each other. Loki buried his face in her neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of joining.
It was like all this time he had only been breathing diluted oxygen, and was suddenly flooded with endorphins as he became high on the pure feeling.
“Ohhhh shit,” he panted into her neck.
“Ahhh,” Sylvie gasped back, “more.”
Sylvie slid her hands down to the small of his back, encouraging him to continue. Loki pulled back, propping himself up on one arm to look at her and gauge her reaction. Sylvie’s lips were parted as she sighed with pleasure and nodded gently for more.
Loki rocked his hips forward with a little more force this time and Sylvie gasped a high breathy sound.
He looked worried for a moment, “are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He panted.
“Not at all, quite the opposite,” she sighed, “that felt… amazing, come on, keep going…”
Loki smiled softly and began again feeling more confident.
“Yes, Loki…” she breathed, “more… give me more…”
Urged on by her words he moved faster building a steady momentum, rolling his body against hers.
“Ah yes! Oh my—oh Loki, harder,” she whined desperately.
Loki concentrated his energy on driving deeper, every muscle in his back undulating in concert to deliver a smooth and relentless thrusting into her.
Sylvie arched her back in pleasure, each roll of his body crashing like a wave over her, filling her with increasingly powerful sensation. She ran her ankles over the backs of his calves encouragingly, hands gripping his back tightly.
Loki watched her face enraptured, in awe that he could bring such pleasure to this strong and beautiful woman beneath him.
“Sylvie…” he murmured softly, head shaking slightly in disbelief, “you’re unbelievable…”
Sylvie hummed under his praise and moved her hands up to cup his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. She sighed into his lips, tilting her head to open her mouth, loving the feel of his hot desperate breaths.
Sylvie savored the frantic need she could almost taste on his tongue. It felt like she alone controlled the beating of his heart, and the combination of love and power was a dizzying cocktail. Every muscle in her body felt alight and tingling with pleasure as he moved over her.
“Oh Loki… it’s never been… no one has ever…” she shook her head softly, unable to articulate how powerful and unique the feeling it was.
“I know…” he panted back, “for me as well…”
Sylvie shifted her legs and Loki brought one hand to help her absently as she locked her ankles around his back. She moaned at the change in angle and tipped her head back in pleasure.
Loki pressed open mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, tongue brushing her skin rhythmically in time with his thrusts. He groaned as her ankles tightened and drove him deeper, then kissed slowly down her neck to nip at her collarbone affectionately.
Sylvie gasped and brought her head back to look at him, hands tangling in his hair as her brow was drawn in pleasure. Loki moaned at the sight and kissed her passionately, thrusting faster in earnest.
“Loki…” she gasped.
“Yes, love…” he panted back desperately.
“Oh Loki… give me everything… I want to feel everything…” she panted softly, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders.
Loki’s groans turned low and desperate, moving one of her hands from his shoulder to lay gently on the mattress beside her head. He interlocked his fingers with hers, pressing his energy into her palm. Not to pin her, or overpower her, just to hold her hand as the pleasure threatened to overtake him.
He propped his other arm up to look fully into her eyes, his face completely open and unguarded. Every scrap of artifice gone, he looked pained with overwhelming sensation as his heart pounded wildly in his chest.
“Sylvie, you have every inch of me… I am yours… now and always…” he panted desperately above her.
“Oh Loki…” she sighed, “God I love you—more than I thought I could…”
“Oh Sylvie—” Loki struggled to hold off in the face of her words, his heart feeling like it might burst.
He added an extra snap to his hips as he thrust harder, urged on as Sylvie whimpered beneath him in unrelenting pleasure.
“Yes, Loki… more… just like that…yes…yes.. oh my—YES!” she cried desperately, squeezing his hand where there fingers interlocked as the sensation peaked and she keened in ecstasy.
Loki watched in awe as the pleasure cascaded over her, struggling to hold off just a little longer so he might savor every moment of her orgasm.
“Oh Loki… come with me…” she whispered breathlessly.
Loki’s breath caught and his panting carried an increasing urgency as he bucked harder, allowing himself to let go completely.
“Come on… let me… see you… let go…” she panted softly, “I want… to see you come.”
Loki cried out brokenly as the feeling crested and he gasped before moaning his release, brows drawn together in agonizing pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense in his life and he feared he might lose consciousness with the force of his orgasm.
“Hah, aah, ah, oh Sylvie,” he panted as he struggled to catch his breath, “my Gods, I can’t… I can hardly breathe…”
Loki moved to carefully extricate himself but Sylvie held him in place.
“Just another minute… I’m not ready to let you go…” she whispered with a slight tremor to her words.
Loki cupped her cheek tenderly, “I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere…”
She eased her grip around him, hands trailing along his skin as he moved to his side carefully.
He was still panting but he reached to pull her close, limbs tangling with hers.
“I’m here…” he murmured softly between unhurried kisses, “I’ll always be here, with you…”
Sylvie sighed gently, not realizing how much she’d needed to hear that.
“No one has… I’ve never allowed anyone to…” she whispered.
“Stay?” he answered softly.
Sylvie nodded gently and he smiled.
“I’ll always stay, Sylvie, always.”