He dropped
down on the bed, hands tucked behind his head, elbows splayed out.
His cock aimed straight up, bobbing, as if waiting for me. Every inch of him was perfect. Long-limbed, well-defined muscles, a smattering of dark hair. Flat, dark nipples. Perfection, and he was all mine.
I climbed up so I straddled his waist, kissed him. His cock was pressed between us. He lowered his arms so his hands cupped my bottom, pulled me up higher. His tongue found mine, mimicked what I hoped we’d be doing in round two.
Because round one was going to happen as soon as he stopped kissing me. Which I wasn’t in any rush to end because Thor could really kiss. My nipples were hard pressed against him and my pussy was wet. Very wet. No doubt he could feel it.
“Mate,” he breathed. Nothing more. I knew he was ready, eager for what was to come. I pushed up onto my hands which made my breasts hang down right in front of him.
He groaned before letting go of my butt.
“Ready?” I asked.
He let his arms fall wide, indicating he was at my mercy. Carefully, I shifted, turning around to face away from him, making sure I didn’t kick him in the face as I went.
I positioned myself on my hands and knees facing his feet, but I looked down right at his very eager cock.
“Oh fuck, mate, look at you.”
He was looking right at my pussy. I wasn’t all that prudish—obviously since I was all but sitting on his face—but I did feel a touch exposed.
Then a finger slid through my folds and I moaned. Yeah, I was no longer nervous about what he thought. In fact, I had no thought at all.
“Is all this for me?”
I wasn’t sure if he was referring to how wet I was or my pussy itself so I just nodded. My long hair fell like a curtain and brushed over his cock and balls. He hissed.
His fingers circled over my clit, slid over me, dipped inside, as if he were seeing me for the first time. This wasn’t the case since he’d gone down on me before, in front of an entire group of queen’s guards even. He’d seen me before.
“I love it when you touch me,” I said, giving him guidance, letting him know I was into anything he wanted to do.
“Here?” he asked, swirling around my clit.
“Yes.”
“Here? he asked again, this time slipping two fingers into me and curving so he stroked over my G-spot. I bucked my hips which made him pull out.
I whimpered.
“What about here?” he asked one last time, his slick fingers brushing over the tight swirl of my ass.
“Thor!” I shouted, the touch a complete surprise. We hadn’t gone there… yet and I hadn’t expected it right now.
“Oh, you like that?”
I could hear the desire in his voice, but the wonder, too. He was learning my hot buttons and based on the way pre-cum all but seeped from his slit, it was turning him on
“Yes,” I replied, because he would know anything else I said would be a lie.
“We’ll have to play there, explore more… one day. But now, you have a different lesson for me, don’t you?”
My bottom hole tingled and nerve endings I didn’t even know existed came to life from that brief play. I liked it and I wanted more. But he was right. I had other plans and that was to get us both off.
Big hands settled on my hips and tugged me backward, right onto Thor’s face. His mouth was open and his tongue slid all the way across my pussy.
“Oh my god.” My eyes fell closed and I groaned, the hot feel of his mouth on me something I loved. Loved. LOVED.