Warning: contains lemon, rated M

my first lemon, so rate please, I want to improve

last chapter:

You took the opportunity and snuggled to him, your head on his chest, his arms protectively around you. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Chapter 2:

Loudly, the lightning strikes, right on the tower. The sudden sound causes you to get up. Your movement causes Loki to wake up, and look at you, worried. "It'll be okay" he says, "don't worry about the thunder, I am here to protect you." His tone is weird. He sounds like he actually cares, that makes you smile. He invites you to lie down with him again, an offer you can't decline. You fall asleep and you don't wake until the next morning.

The sunlight comes through the curtains, and you open your eyes. Looking at Loki, you see he's awake as well.

"Thank you. For staying with me"

"My pleasure, as you humans would say. We should get up."

"Or we could do something else."

"Then what do you suggest?"

You don't respond, but you kiss him fiercely. He moans and you slip your tongue in his mouth. His hands roam over your body and he pulls you close to him. You let your hands wander over his toned chest, while his fingers search for your breasts. He grasps your right breast under your shirt, and your breath stammers, he grins and moves his mouth to your neck. He sucks lightly, which causes you to emit a mewl.

"We should stop.." you start to say, but you miss conviction. He removes your shirt and lets his eyes wander over your body. You can't stand him being so far away, so you pull him on you. He looks down on you and smiles mischievously. Then, he attacks your breasts with his glorious tongue. He licks your nipple while his hand fondles your other breast. You arch your back and he freezes. "Don't move" he whispers hoarsely. His hands move downwards and you can't resist, you move your hips against him, needing friction. Shaking his head, he removes your panties and admires your womanhood.

He dips his nose in your curls and inhales deeply. You can feel him smiling against you.

He licks your slit all the way, and when he comes at your clit, he pauses, looking at you. You hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. He sticks one finger in you, and moves it in and out. It is such a glorious feeling. He licks your clit and sucks lightly on it. This exquisite experience makes you come.

After you climax, you roughly remove his boxers. He is large. After taking a few moments of time to consider if you really want this, you take him in your hand. You haven't done this before, but instinctively, you know what to do. You stroke his shaft up and down, and in a moment of braveness, you kiss the tip. This makes him hiss in pleasure. Encouraged by his reactions, you lick his shaft from the base to the tip. Sucking on the tip, you look up at the god, who's breath is uneven. He constantly moans and hisses. His reactions make you bold enough to take him in all the way. When he nearly comes, he pulls himself away from you and pushes you on your back. He places his member at your entrance.

"Loki, wait, I'm not on the pill, so, uhm.." you start. "Do not worry, elska, I can choose if and when I impregnate someone," he responds. This reassures you and you move his tip to your entrance. He watches your face as he enters you gently. You flinch, and in response to that, he moves even slower. He kisses your lips, trying to distract you from his invasion. When he is in all the way, he lets you adapt to the feeling and caresses your face. Then, he carefully begins to move. "You're so tight," he whispers in your ear. "I like it."

He gradually increases his pace. You sense a foreign, throbbing feeling coming up. You lift your hips to meet his thrusts. He feels heavenly inside you. "Loki, faster" you request. He obeys and the throbbing intensifies. You feel an orgasm coming. "Please," you beg. He likes your begging, and thrusts faster. His hands wander to your breasts and start to fondle with your nipples. You can't hold back anymore. When you come, you scream his name, he smiles at that. He thrusts a few more times, and comes with a loud sigh, collapsing on top of you. You shove him off, so he lies next to you on his back. You lie down a few minutes, catching your breath. Then, he speaks:

"I like thunderstorms."

Note: elska means love in the old Norse language, according to vikingsofbjornstat dot com

I hope you liked it!