The Towel

The rational part of her mind knew it was futile to be upset with him over what had happened in the past. But there was another part of her mind that was fuming mad they had been married for so long and he had yet to try to take things past heavy petting with her. He had expressed he wanted to go slowly and court her, but that was nearly two months ago. She was trying not to be impatient, savoring the attention he lavished on her, but there was a lingering thought in her mind telling her he just wasn't as attracted to her as she was to him.

The next morning, Eisa had given up trying to braid her hair, she was leaning heavily on the marble countertop of the vanity in their en suite. She was startled when she looked up to the mirror and saw Loki's reflection as he stood in the doorway.

He was just back from his morning workout, hair pulled back and damp with sweat. His shirt was balled up in his hands and Eisa couldn't stop her traitorous eyes from following the hard lines of his bare chest and torso.

"Do you need some help?"

"Huh?" She cut her gaze quickly back to his eyes in the mirror.

"Your hair? I could help you finish your hair if you would let me."

"Oh, yes, sure. If you want to."

Loki uncharacteristically dropped his sweaty shirt to the floor and came to stand behind her. "Comb?"

She passed the comb back to him and watched him in the mirror as he deftly finished the plait down her back, paying special attention to the bulging muscles of his arms as he worked.

"How are you so good at that?" she whispered as he tied off the end.

"I am good at everything I do." He grinned at her reflection.

Eisa started to melt into a horny puddle before remembering herself, "I cannot corroborate that statement. Unfortunately. Thanks for fixing my hair."

"You are welcome, Princess." He smiled at her as she pushed past him on the way to breakfast.

Clipped conversations at mealtimes and quick kisses were all Eisa would offer him in the days following his confession. She had insisted her feelings for him had not changed; she just needed time to come to terms with it and Loki was respecting her request.

She would look at him with longing, catch herself, then school her expression. It had only been a few days, but Loki was starting to doubt she would ever warm up to him again.

One morning, he decided to test the waters, to see if she was truly still upset or if she was waiting for him to make the first move to get closer to her again.

She was still sleeping in their bed when he came back from his morning workout. He smiled to himself as he watched her sleep. She had no internal clock; some days she had to be woken up for breakfast, some days, she was up and moving before he finished in the gym.

He intentionally didn't bring a change of clothes with him as he went to the en suite to get his shower. As he prepared for the day, he made sure take every opportunity to make a clatter in the bathroom, and sure enough, when he made his way to the bedroom, Eisa was sitting up in bed, hair wild and her eyes still adjusting to the light in the room.

"Good morning." Loki leaned in the doorway and crossed his ankles; his fist gripped a soft white bath towel wrapped around his waist.

She rubbed her eyes with her palms, "Did you forget how to close a cabinet door without slamming it? And how many times did you drop the shampoo in the shower?"

"Oh, did I wake you? I am sorry."

"It's..." she finally got a good look at him, "It's fine." She swallowed thickly.

"I must have been distracted this morning. I seem to have forgotten to pull my clothes for the day."

"I see..." Her mouth watered as she drank him in. So sexy.

He took a few steps closer to her, "I can't help but think about the bargain we made and how I have yet to deliver on my end of the deal."

"Huh?"

"You went to your session for me on the grounds I do something for you."

"Oh, yes, right." Eisa licked her lips as her heartrate picked up. "Well, therapy wasn't as terrible as I thought it was going to be. It seems the bargain was not needed."

With challenge in his tone, "Is that so, Princess?"

His eyes never left hers as he let go of his towel, letting it fall to the floor around his feet. Her eyes went wide but she did not drop her gaze. They stared at each other, each of them determined not to be the first to look away. Loki smirked at the strained expression on her face; she looked as if it was taking physical effort to keep her eyes from drifting south.

Loki stood stock still and gauged her reaction. Her breath started coming quicker.

"Loki?"

Loki tilted his head, "What is it, Dove?"

Her eyes darted to the ceiling then back to his face again. She blew out a sharp breath. Steeling herself, she sat up on her heels. Slowly she let her gaze slide from his eyes to his to his chest. She lingered there briefly; his body was slim but hard. His soft, pale skin stretched tight over his well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. Heat bloomed in her core, spreading outward, and prickled along her skin.

She followed the thin trail of hair below his navel down to his manhood, hanging thick and heavy between his thighs. Staring, mouth slightly agape, she could not force herself to look away. He looked nothing like she had imagined; what she had seen in her textbook. Everything about his body was oversized: he was the tallest man she had ever met. He had wide, solid shoulders and strong arms. His hands and feet were huge, his thighs were well muscled, and his rump was round. Quite the juxtaposition compared to his narrow waist and the overall slimness of his frame. It should not have been such a surprise to her that even his manhood was bigger than the sketch in her book.

He exuded lithe power. And it was no more evident than in that moment as he stood naked before her.

Loki's amusement at her initial shock swiftly faded as he watched her face change as she drank in the sight of him. He had expected her to blush and cover her face, to demand that he cover himself as she cowered away from him. He was not prepared for the hungry look in her eyes. Or the way she unconsciously ran her tongue along her bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth. And he certainly was not prepared for what she said next.

"Can I touch you?" She had finally dragged her eyes back to meet his. "Please, may I touch you? Please?" She looked almost pained like she needed to touch him.

Before he could think logically, he slowly stepped closer to the side of the bed and stood directly in front of her. She raised up to her knees as he picked her hands up from her lap and placed her palms on his chest. His skin scorched under her touch, leaving trails of fire as her fingers started tracing the planes of his chest, running lightly through the smattering of hair, and gently grazing each nipple.

By the time her hands had made their slow journey to his stomach, his cock had thickened at the base and his head was slowly rising, seeking out the soft caresses she was doling out to his torso.

Her eyes followed her hands, Loki kept his gaze trained on her face, amazed by the transformation he saw take place. She no longer looked childlike; he could scarcely remember why he thought of her as girlish. She was all woman. Her expression was determined, like she was on a mission. He felt her hands slide over his hips to his backside and he could not help the little flinch of surprise as she gave his butt a firm squeeze.

The sly smile that pulled up the corners of her mouth was the only warning he was given before her fingers brushed his length. Her touch was so soft, so tentative, so innocent, but that did not stop the curse that fell from his lips or the burning desire that flooded him.

Her eyes quickly flashed up to his and she circled him with one hand.

"Eisa..." his voice was low.

She gave him an experimental pump of her fist. Loki's breath hitched in his throat and his head fell back slightly, fists balled at his sides.

"Eisa, that's enough." He protested weakly. He knew he had to stop her. He knew this needed to end before this went too far. But having someone else touch him this way, having her touch him this way, he did not know how he would force himself to pull away from her. He had called her bluff and it backfired; he had no intention of it going this far.

"Eisa." Instead of sounding like an admonishment, her name fell from his lips like a prayer.

"It is so silky, but hard as iron."

She lightly tugged him again as she slowly leaned forward to press a kiss to his chest, his hands instinctively came up to gently cradle her head.

"Show me what to do." She looked up to him again, her irises, the color of warm honey, anchored him where he stood. Immobilized. He could only stare at her as all rational thinking ceased in his head.

Her soft, gentle touch traveled up and down his length and her other hand moved to his balls, cupping him gently. Too gently. Part of him knew this was reckless, the rest of him did not care. He was so hard now it was painful.

"I want to. Show me how."

He finally tore his eyes away from her face and looked down to her delicate hands. He picked up her hand and gave it a wet lick before he placed his hand over hers on his shaft, guiding her palm over the head and collecting the pre-come that was pooling at the tip. A low moan escaped his lips as he began to pump himself with her hand. When he felt her adjust her fingers, he allowed her to take over at the speed and intensity that he had set.

It was not long before he was panting, his heart was pounding as sweet currents of ecstasy radiated through his body. Pleasure like he had not felt in ages coiled tight inside him as he watched her hand work him. "Gods, yes Eisa."

"Put your hands on me, Loki." A command. One he could not refuse.

His hand migrated from her shoulder to cup her breast over her thin night gown. He ran his thumb over her peaked nipple and kneaded her. She let out a tiny whimper and brought her eyes up to meet his again. Loki's nostrils flared wide as the musky scent of her arousal hit him like a wave.

He put his other hand on the side of her neck and let his thumb caress her cheek. She nuzzled into it. She was as touch starved and needy as he was. He slid the tiny straps of her nightie over her shoulders to expose her collar bones and the tops of her breasts to him. His palms gliding along her skin, her skin felt so warm it was almost hot to his touch.

Her pace faltered only slightly as Loki slid his hands under the gown and palmed both of her bare breasts. Squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Eisa moaned, and the sound of her pleasure sent him right over the edge.

His grunt was low and guttural, rumbling up from deep within his chest. "Eisa..." His eyes clamped shut, his head fell back, and his hands squeezed her hard where he held her. She felt his cock throb in her hand, and she looked down in time to watch as his seed shot from him with a velocity she did not expect. Thick ropes of semen landed on the front of her night gown at her belly, soaking through to her skin beneath.

A wave of arousal as strong as she had ever felt washed over her as a flood of warmth soaked her panties. She did not know what to do now that he had climaxed, so she just let go of him. He whined and pulled her hand back to him, using her hand to give himself long, slow strokes.

"One must be eased down from such a high, little dove." His eyes were unfocused and heavily lidded as he let out a long, low moan.

She squeezed her thighs together and rocked where she was kneeling on the bed. The throb between her legs becoming unbearable.

"Loki, please."

Once the fog of his orgasm cleared from his mind, he let his eyes focus on her. She was looking up at him, pleading for her own release. Her nightie barely covering her breasts and his seed painted her belly. A feral moan escaped him, and he cupped her chin in his hand.

"Look at you, Eisa." He tsked, "You have gotten so messy, haven't you?"

She licked her lips and nodded, her wide eyes never leaving his face.

"Let me remove this soiled gown for you."

"Yes, please."

Loki ran his large hands up her thighs, gripped her nightie at the hem and pulled it slowly over her head. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest as he threw the garment to the floor.

"Do not hide yourself from me. I want to see you." He gently ran his hands over her arms as she dropped her hands to her lap, leaving her sitting there only in her little cotton panties. "You are beautiful, Eisa." She tucked her chin to her shoulder, not being able to look at him as he looked at her nakedness.

He took a seat beside her on the bed and pulled her chin in his direction. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She ran her hand through his hair and held him there, afraid that he would pull away and flee from her. She was aching for him as he kissed her. She parted her lips for him, and his tongue gently greeted hers, she moaned at the contact.

He pulled her onto his lap, and she sat astride him on the side of the bed, pressing their bare chests together. Loki ran his big hands over the bare skin of her back, and she held on to the back of his head pressing into his kisses. He slid his hands down her back and squeezed her ass. She rewarded him by grinding the damp cotton of her panties down on his semi-hard cock. They both groaned at the friction.

"You are so warm." Loki continued skimming his hands along her smooth skin as he started kissing down her neck and across her collarbones.

"I feel as if I am burning, Loki. Your hands are the balm. Never stop touching me."

Stop touching her? Why would he ever want to stop touching her? Why had he denied himself for so long?

He claimed her mouth again, pressing her firmly to his chest.

"Mmm..." her head fell back, and she continued to move her hips, Loki's cock rubbing her swollen clit through the thin wet fabric, sending electric currents of pleasure deep within her, her cunt clenching around nothing as the sensation intensified. "Oh... oh...Loki I need you."

He stopped moving and came to his senses. "We can't."

"Please! I need you inside me."

"We need to work you up to that, sweetness. You will have to settle for an alternative."

"What alternative?"

"Get on the bed." He pushed her off his lap and he watched as she stood on shaky legs before crawling onto the bed. "On your back."

Eisa watched as Loki prowled up the bed and positioned himself over her, propping himself up on his elbows, he started at her mouth and planted kisses down her body. The sound Eisa made as his mouth made contact with her nipple was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Her breasts fit perfectly in Loki's palms, and he alternated between them, sucking, and nipping until she was writhing beneath him.

She was panting and breathless, tugging on his hair and grinding her hips up to his. "Gods!" Loki moaned in approval and ran his hand down her side and over her hip to take hold of her ass. She brought her leg up and wrapped it around his waist, encouraging his hips to press into hers. "Lokiiii..." she whined.

Stopping his relentless assault on her breasts, he moved back up her to her mouth and kissed her deeply as he held her hip and rubbed his cock over her clothed core. "I want you, Eisa." He nipped her bottom lip. "I want to fuck you senseless."

"Please... Loki... please?"

"I don't want this to hurt you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I need to break you in before we try anything more." He growled as he sat up and took a few deep breaths to center himself. He ran his hands over her thighs as she whimpered. "Do not fret, little Dove. I have not forgotten about your need."

"No?" she asked breathlessly.

"No, sweet." He ran his hands up to the waistband of her panties. "But we need to lose these. Are you ready?" She nodded. "I need to hear you say it."

She steeled herself, "I am ready."

Loki slid her panties off, down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Eisa drew her legs up and pressed her thighs together, she was suddenly overcome with nerves.

"We don't have to do anything you do not want to do, but if you want me to pleasure you, you have to let me see what I'm doing." He gave her a gentle smile as he ran his hand over her leg. She nodded and slowly relaxed her legs. Loki sat on his heels and pushed her knees apart. What he saw caused him to gasp in surprise.

Eisa slammed her legs closed again and covered herself with both hands. A look of terror crossed her face. "What is it? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No! No, Eisa. Please," he moved her hands and spread her legs again, "I was just expecting- "

"What? What is wrong?!"

"Nothing is wrong, sweet." He slowly ran his fingers down her belly to her mound. "Most women keep some hair here." He looked down at her bare sex, shorn of any pubic hair, smooth and glistening with her arousal.

"They do?" She looked concerned.

"It is usually only women of ill repute who remove it all."

"Mother Yulla told me men prefer their women hairless from the neck down."

Loki shook his head, "Why does that not surprise me? Eisa, what have I told you about all the advice that woman gave you?"

"Do you disapprove?"

"It does not matter if I approve or disapprove. It is your body. You may do with it as you please. If you wanted to grow all your body hair out, it makes no difference to me. If you like being hairless, then, by all means, continue doing what you normally do."

"You truly have no preference either way?"

"When someone gives you a present, do you care how it is wrapped?" She shook her head. "No. Because you are just happy to receive the gift, yes?"

"It is a gift?" She gave him a coy smile.

"A most precious gift." He gave her a devious grin as he ran his fingers over her soft slit. "May I kiss you here?"

She flushed, "Do you want to kiss me there?"

"I would not have asked if I did not want to." He kissed her knee and settled over her. "You are in for a treat if you let me proceed. Do not be nervous, Dove. Relax and give yourself over to the pleasure."

"Mmmm... go on then," she smiled.

At that, Loki kissed the inside of her thigh and wrapped his hands around the outsides of her legs. Delivering wet, open-mouthed kisses all along the insides of her thighs, Eisa closed her eyes and threw her head against the pillow.

"You don't want to watch me as I make you come undone with my tongue?" Loki smirked against her skin.

"Oh, Loki." She looked down to him just as he put his lips to her sex, giving her a deep kiss. "Aaah..."

He started gradually, giving her gentle kisses, letting her get used to the sensation, giving her a chance to relax and overcome her self-consciousness. Then he added soft, slow licks left, right, and center. Each pass going deeper, drawing out sultry moans from his virgin bride. When his tongue made contact with her clit, Eisa's back arched off the bed and her hands flew down to grab fistfuls of his hair.

"Easy, Dove. You are doing so well. You taste so good. Just relax."

Letting out a slow breath, she allowed herself to sink back down into the mattress as Loki put his mouth on her again.

He was in Valhalla.

She had her fingers twined in his hair; every tug sent currents of pleasure straight to his cock. He was getting lost in her. He took her to the edge of bliss multiple times before he finally allowed her to fall over. After he slowly brought her down from the peak, he brought his finger to his mouth and wet it.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he pressed into her up to his first knuckle. The membrane that partially covered her opening gave way easily.

"Ahh." She squeezed her thighs around him.

"Pain?" He looked up to her, face etched with concern.

She shook her head, "No."

He pulled out and wiped the modicum of blood from his finger onto the bedsheet away from them.

Lying beside her, he palmed her sex as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"That was amazing, Loki." Eisa was still panting and breathless.

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Absolutely." She cradled his face and deepened the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She pulled back and looked at him, amused.

"You are delicious, aren't you?"

"Am I?"

"Oh, yes." He kissed her again before collecting some of her arousal on his finger and nudging his way to her entrance again. Working in and out of her just up to the second knuckle, feather light strokes to her clit with his thumb. "Pain?"

"No." She broke their kiss only briefly to reply as she was running her hands over every inch of Loki's bare skin that she could reach.

He pushed his middle finger all the way in and pulled back out quickly. She gasped but didn't flinch away, so he continued. She was slick with arousal, her little nub stiff under his thumb, nearing another orgasm.

He added a second finger and felt her as she stretched to accommodate him. "Pain?"

She pulled away and concentrated, "No, not pain. But it is rather a strange sensation." Loki lowered his mouth to her nipple and gave it a suck. She bucked her hips up into his hand and groaned as he pressed into her further. "Mmmm... don't stop."

"You are doing so wonderfully, Dove. So beautiful. Come for me. Come on my fingers."

"I will if you will." She reached between them and circled his cock.

"Mmmm... You first."

She placed one hand on the side of his face, anchoring him in place as she stared into his eyes. He didn't look away. He watched her face as he felt her cunt clenching tight around his fingers. Her sweet mouth was partially open as she panted with heavy breaths. He felt her body tremble and watched her face as she came for him.

"Beautiful. You are so damn beautiful." He bucked his hips into her hand.

"Loki... ahhh... I lo-"

His mouth captured hers before she could finish her sentence. He kissed her deeply, passionately, as he removed his hand from between her legs and squeezed her hip.

I love you, too.