size of it and the wet spot it left on my stomach made me smile.
Thor removed his shorts and my underwear before lifting me onto the bed. “We won’t go too far.” I took his words as a reassurance for himself more than me.
With Thor in all his naked glory beside me, I had no intention of limiting myself.
My hands and lips greedily touched and kissed him. Thor was like a starving man taking everything I offered him, until I whispered in his ear. “I want you inside me.”
“Not until you accept my proposal.”
I was certain that Thor didn’t truly want to marry me. Determined that I would be rational for both of us, I settled on exploring his body. Thor watched me kiss and lick my way around. When I tasted his cock, he placed a hand over his eyes and let out a deep moan.
Pulling his hand down, I insisted. “I want you to watch.”
“You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered and twisted his hands into my hair.
I loved his fixed gaze on me as I brought him pleasure. For years I’d wondered what oral sex would taste and feel like, but I’d never appreciated the satisfying sense of feeling sexy and powerful while performing the act.
Thor’s head was leaning against the wall behind the bed with his mouth slightly open, and his breathing fast and shallow.
“You need to stop, or I’ll come,” he warned me.
I didn’t stop. My lust for the satisfaction of making Thor come made me continue with an increased appetite.
“Linea, no.”
As if I weighed nothing, Thor put me on my back and pushed my knees up. The thought that he was about to go all the way had me practically purring.
When he kissed me again, I wondered if he liked the taste of himself on my tongue. I gasped a little when he penetrated me with his fingers.
Pulling back and looking into my eyes, he groaned. “I’m inside you now.”
“You were inside me when I sucked you, but that’s not what I meant either.”
“You have no idea how much I want to take you with more than my fingers.”
“Then do it,” I pleaded and lifted my hips against him.
He kept fingering me. “I will, the second you say that you’ll marry me.”
“Thor, you don’t want me to say yes.”
He growled with frustration. “Why won’t you get it into your head that I want you?”
“I want you too. Right now.” I pulled at his neck and greedily kissed him. The sensation of his warm body, his delicious kisses, and his fingers inside me made me crave what he wouldn’t give me. “Thor, I need you!”
Thor closed his eyes and groaned again. This time it sounded as if he was in physical pain. “Then say yes.”
“I’m saying yes to tonight. Anything you want.” To make him loosen up and move past his fixation on marriage, I teased, “Now is your chance to spank me like you wanted to.”
The way his eyes widened and his chin dipped when he looked to my butt made butterflies twirl in my stomach.
He didn’t ask me to repeat myself but swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap.
I laughed with excitement, unsure if we would go through with it or if he was trying to scare me.
His erection pressed against my stomach as his palms circled my behind, pressing down with a promise of what was to come. We were imitating every erotic novel I’d read about strong Nmen dominating and spanking their women.
The first smack made me jerk and moan out. There was a burn on my cheek, but it didn’t hurt. Thor rubbed the place he had hit me and then spanked me again. Smack, smack, smack.
Each stroke of his hand against my naked skin made jolts of excitement rush up and down my spine.
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to something that felt like complete freedom. There were no thoughts in my head. No confusion or emotions to categorize. I was completely present in my body in that moment and relinquishing all control to Thor.
Smack, smack, smack.
He was panting and my moans grew in volume.
Smack, smack, smack.
With a firm grip in my hair, he lifted my head and whispered into my ear. “Say that you’ll be mine.”
My eyes opened and with a sideways glance I watched him without answering.
Thor spanked me again and with each stroke I felt closer to him. It was the strangest sensation of trusting that