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You were teetering, dangling so wonderfully close to a euphoric free fall into pleasure. The cool cotton sheets of your bed were balled up tightly in one fist, threatening to pull free from the mattress under your vice like grip; in the other, a firm handful of Loki’s inky black curls. Release was so close, so tantalisingly close.
“Loki…” you breathed out a warning. All it would take was another few expert swipes of his talented tongue. He didn’t slow down in pace or pressure and you steeled yourself against the bed, your entire body tensing in anticipation of the shattering orgasm he was moments away from giving you.
Like a firework about to light up a rainbow in the night sky, the pressure of your building orgasm began to sizzle through you. You arched your back off the bed, rolling your hips to meet every flick and flattening of Loki’s tongue. You were almost there…almost there…just one more beautiful swirl of pleasure…
Instead, the warm wetness of his mouth left your dripping folds, leaving a close to unbearable ache in its absence. A ringing whine of frustration echoed around the room while you deflated against the mattress, all the waves of pleasure that had been washing over you ebbing away to a maddening nothing.
“Magnificent, my darling,” Loki purred, lifting his head from between your legs. “Though I fear that your hand now holds more of my hair than my own head.”
You relaxed your hand and let it fall limply against the tangle of sheets beneath you. “Then maybe…you should have…finished what you started,” you panted, your racing heartbeat still thundering in your ears.
He rose to kneel between your legs, his muscular arms now caging you to the bed while he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His hard cock brushed teasingly against your inner thigh, causing your throbbing cunt to clench violently around nothing. How desperately you wanted, needed him to have his way with you…
“Delayed gratification, pet,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m not finished playing with you.” With another quick peck to your lips he reached across the bed to soundlessly pull open the drawer of your bedside cabinet, finding with ease the small pink vibrator that was hidden within.
You practically squirmed with excitement beneath him, fresh arousal pooling between your already soaked core at the mere thought of what he had planned for you. As Loki settled back between your thighs, your hips rolled almost of their own accord, desperately seeking the intense waves of pleasure the little toy in his hand could grant you, and if he coupled that with his own delicious length…
You shivered violently.
Hovering over you, Loki grinned wickedly, causing your heartbeat to immediately pick up. “Oh, I do love your reaction to seeing this,” he said, an unmistakable note of mischief beginning to creep into his voice.
When he clicked the little button that brought the vibrator audibly to life, you licked your lips, breathing already heavy in anticipation of the first beautiful press against your tortured clit. “No restraints?” you challenged huskily, cocking an eyebrow at him. Usually, the vibrator and Loki’s silk restraints went hand in hand as he loved watching you yank relentlessly against them in pursuit of your pleasure.
Tonight, though, you lay free on the bed, but the wicked smirk he was wearing told you that, even unrestrained, your release wasn’t going to be granted to you easily.
“Not tonight, pet,” he said, his voice like velvet. “Tonight I thought we could try something a little different. ” He placed the tip of the vibrator lightly against your swollen clit, enough for you to faintly feel how intense the vibrations were, to imagine the blinding pleasure that was so close yet so far out of your grip. Instantly, you were bucking your hips in a vain attempt to budge the little piece of plastic closer to where you needed it, and just as instantly Loki pulled his hand away. “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”
Your eyes flew to his, lips quickly parting in quiet disbelief. “What?” you asked stupidly, sure that you had misheard him. Did he honestly expect you not to move when he had your vibe on its highest setting?
He placed the vibrator teasingly on your mound, knowing you were getting absolutely nothing from it. “You heard me, pet. You aren’t allowed to move.”
“Loki!’ you whined pitifully. “That’s not fair !”
He traced the vibrator slowly down until it was a frustraing milimetre away from your clit. “I never said it would be,” he replied easily. “Everytime you move, no matter how close you are, I pull this little toy of yours away. Do you understand?” He asked. Fighting the near overwhelming urge to roll your hips, you nodded. “Good girl,” he said softly, reaching his free hand up to gently run his thumb across your cheek.
Before you could ready yourself he placed the vibrator snugly against your clit, the sudden intense vibrations after over an hour of ceaseless edging causing you to cry out and jerk your hips wildly. True to his word Loki pulled the vibe away, eliciting a strangled whimper from the depths of your throat.
“What did I say?” he taunted.
“Don’t move,” you replied, beginning to realise how totally, completely fucked you were.
“Are you ready to try again?”
You nodded quickly, eager for the glorious vibrations once more. “Yes, Loki.”
He returned the vibe to your clit and you mustered every ounce of inner strength to keep still. Your hands lying rigid by your side balled into fists, and you prepared to feel the vibrations once again come to a stop, but the toy remained tightly against you, sending wave after wave of budding pleasure crashing through you as you crept slowly to the edge. Your hands, at least, were permitted to move as they wished.
Loki began to move small, quick circles around your aching clit, each skillful rotation of his hand pushing you closer and closer and preparing to drown you in a tsunami of pleasure. You felt your heart begin to beat frantically, your limbs begin to feel boneless, saw stars begin to creep into the edges of your vision.
Three more circles.
Two more circles.
Lost to the pursuit of your orgasm your body betrayed you, your back arching traitorously off the bed mere seconds before you freefalled into a dazzling climax. As promised, Loki’s hand left your soaked folds, pulling an outraged groan from deep within your chest.
“You fucking asshole !” you spat through gritted teeth, twisting and writhing within the tangle of sheets.
He only laughed at your cursing, sweeping some stray hairs of your face. “Oh, my pet,” he said, leaning down for another blistering kiss. “I do hope you’re well rested. It looks like you have a long night ahead of you,” he taunted.
He placed the vibrator back between your thighs.
Your hips instantly snapped up to meet his hand.