Page 59 of Thanatos' Craving

I’m guessing Thanatos doesn’t get erections very much because he doesn’t look mildly uncomfortable. He looks like he has never had one in his life.

He’s reached for popcorn and drank out of his drink more times in the past twenty minutes than I can count.

My little death god was more than happy to cuddle, but I don’t think he was ready for the ramifications of a woman’s body next to him. Not that I was any better. My panties were soaked and my shorts and tank top set weren’t doing much to hide it.

The giant blanket hoodie was doing nothing to hide the heat of his body, either.

Why didn’t I decide to go with something with more cover?

That’s right, because we are in the Underworld, and I don’t think anyone knows what air conditioning is.

“What was that?” Thanatos leaned forward.

I turned my head to him and smile. “I said, it’s kinda warm in here. I think I’m going to take this off.”

I took .3 seconds to make a decision that would change our dynamic forever. I was going to make the first move. This tension couldn’t last any longer.

I leaned forward and took off the thick blanket hoodie. I sat on my knees and leaned back into his chest and cuddled into him. He froze, his hands hovering over my body.

“We talked about this, Thanatos,” I sighed. “Cuddling involves touching.”

I heard him swallow, and I bit back the giggle that was hovering over my lips.

He relaxed, only slightly, back into the couch and continued to “watch” the movie.

As it continued, more devilish ideas entered my mind. He didn’t correct me earlier that this wasn’t a date, plus he’s cuddling with me. He was actually cuddling with me. Plus, the boner was a dead giveaway he wanted something else. Not unless he took a little blue pill for gods.

I raised my hand over his chest and rubbed his sculpted chest. He stops breathing and I look up at him. “Is this okay?” I give him a playful smirk.

If he nods, the only way I know is because his hood moves.

We remained in that position, our bodies intertwined, as time slipped by. Gradually, I shifted closer to him, melding our forms together, feeling the heat radiating between us. I rested my hand on his stomach and slowly I glided up his chest. My fingertips traced the contours of his muscles, which lets my imagination run wild. The soft brush of his breath against my skin heightens my arousal. With a delicate touch, my hand ventured up and around his shoulder, exploring the tingles that leave in its wake.

Thanatos barely moved. He won’t even look at me. I bit my bottom lip, trying hard not to laugh at his damn nervousness.

“What do you think?” I asked him, my fingers rubbed the side of his head over his hood.

Thanatos stuttered, his hand flexing on the pillow that hasn’t moved since I’ve plastered my body against him. “The movie is great, lots of magic and stuff.”

And stuff?

I laughed and rubbed my nose against his ear covered by the hood. “No, I mean, me being this close to you?”

Crap, this was bold. I didn’t know if I was doing it because of my pussy being drenched seeing those enormous hands clutching the pillow or the fact that I haven’t had a proper orgasm in years.

Can’t really have privacy living in a strip club.

“It-it’s fine. However, you are comfortable.” His graveled, shaky voice made my pussy flutter.

Was he playing hard to get? I’ve never had to work this hard, even for tips.

I closed my eyes and brushed my nose closer to his covered collar bone. “What about if I touched your bare neck?” I nipped at his robe. “I promise to keep my eyes closed,” I whispered.

This is it. Will he let me touch him? I’m not asking to see him, but just a touch, a tiny touch?

He cleared his throat. “Alright.”

Score.

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