She shivered underneath of him. “If you don’t let me up, Loki, I can’t make you breakfast.” She smirked back at him, cupping his face in her hand.
Loki frowned “But if I let you up you wont be here for me to hold.” He said, his hands roaming her body boldly. He found her sweet spot and let his fingers slid between her folds, rubbing her gently. “I’m having a difficult time deciding which one I desire more.”
“You can always hold me after I make breakfast. I promise I won’t go anywhere. I’ll always be here.” She smiled up at him before softly crying out at his touch. “Well why not both?” She murmured, searching for his lips.
Loki chuckled, kissing her lips firmly, his fingers hard at work on making her scream. He kissed down her neck, whispering her name gently. “My Jane.” He said into her ear before he kissed beneath it, letting his fingers slip and slide inside her warmth.
Jane writhed underneath him, his name constantly on her lips. “Please.” She begged, pressing herself against him. Her hands ran up his chest, feeling his lean muscles. She grinned and reached to grip his shoulders, trying to catch her breath.