Page 28 of Odin
“I was starting to feel that way.” I take a chance and set my hand on her knee. She immediately covers it with her own. Her soft fingertips squeeze my rough, scarred knuckles. “Lonely. Even in a club full of men I count as brothers. The thing is, they’re all pairing off. Meeting people. Finding partners. Falling in love. Not all, but there’s a significant amount now. I keep telling myself it’s for young people. I’m being silly. I didn’t even feel I was missing anything until the past couple of years. I guess it’s contagious. Lovesickness. Coming from a man like me, that’s absurd.”
“That’snotabsurd at all. I’m lonely too. It doesn’t matter what age you are. True connection is so rare. People can be married and not have that.” She lifts my hand and cups it in both of hers. “I’d like to stay friends, if you want to. I’ll come back. It might take me a while, maybe even a few years, but I promise that I won’t shut you out.”
“Oh, shit.” I try to jerk back, but she holds firm. “Don’t say that. I want you to live your life. Do the things you want to do. Go back to school, become a vet. Open your ownplace. Kick ass at saving animal’s lives, or helping them over the rainbow bridge, if that’s what it comes to.”
“Aww, the rainbow bridge.” Her eyes grow misty. “I love that you know that term.”
“Get a cat. Get an old cat. Love it hard for me. Do everything you want in life and then some. You don’t have to worry about looking back.”
“I’m not worried!” She doesn’t let go of my hand, but she scoots around on the blanket, so she’s on her knees. She bends her head over my hand and brushes a kiss over my knuckles. “I’m certainly not going to wash this from my mind. I can have a life and still want to remember good people who did incredible things for me when I needed it the most. That’s something that sticks with you forever. It’s not a tradeoff. I don’t have to give up memories in order to have a future.”
“Maybe not,” I concede, then lose my breath fully as she draws herself in against me. She peels my leather jacket from my shoulders, taking care with the heavy weight of it. She sets it on the blanket beside my camera and the backpack.
“I didn’t want to get cake on something that I know you treasure,” she explains, and then she hugs me. Hard.
Cake smushes between us, but it’s the last thing I’m thinking about when I can feel her hard nipples and soft breasts mashed into my chest.
She tugs on my beard playfully, but hard enough that my face tilts down or I’m going to risk hair being ripped out. Tenderness floods through me, filling me so completely, so quickly, so terrifyingly full, that my body can barely contain it.It’s painful and it’s exhilarating when Willow looks up at me with glossy blue eyes and blown pupils through the thickest lashes.
“I’m going to kiss you now and I promise, Ipromise, that it will be okay.”
A ragged groan tears free from the depths of my chest right before her lips meet mine. Like the first time, she’s gentle before she’s fire. She still tastes divine. I’m drunk off the sensation of having her so close. Illicit, but at the same time, like she was made for me. It’s not just cake smeared across our clothes. She’s going to leave a deeper imprint, one that I wouldn’t wash away, even if I could.
She takes my hand and guides it down to her dress. There’s a slit up one side, along her left leg. She moves my fingers so that I follow that slit, tracing the silk of her skin all the way to the top. She keeps going, pushing the dress up higher and higher, past her knees, to her thighs.
I sip from her mouth, drugged completely by the feel of her. She doesn’t stop at her inner thighs. She leads my hand right to where she needs me. Her panties are soft and barely there, a scrap of silky fabric that she pushes aside so she can bring my fingers right to her shockingly warm center. She’s drenched, and when my fingers slip through her folds, she whimpers against my mouth. Hearing that sound drawn from her by my touch is obscenely hot.
I splay my hand over her, angling my hand to stroke her clit with my thumb. She gasps, her hips writhing against me as a jolt of pleasure rocks through her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads against my lips. “Please.”
I can’t resist her soft cry, so I give her what she wants. I circle her clit a few more times before my fingers dip down to play at her entrance. She gasps, throwing back her head to gulp in air. She opens her eyes as my fingers dip inside of her, two of the thick digits gliding forward to stretch her open.
She doesn’t say anything, but she does stare right into my face. She bites down on her bottom lip like she needs to in order to keep from screaming her pleasure into the clearing. While my fingers slip deeper inside of her tight heat, she slides my belt from the loops of my jeans and undoes the heavy silver buckle. She unzips my fly with trembling hands and reaches in boldly once she has the fabric pushed aside. She pulls my cock through the slit in my boxers. She gasps as she runs her hand down the length of me, the sweetest little sound of surprise. She felt the hard bulge of me through my jeans yesterday, accidentally, but the reality of taking me in her hand sends a thrill through her that she doesn’t attempt to hide even for a second. I can see it magnified in her eyes as they widen further with wonder, at the way her teeth sink harder into her bottom lip, and the light pink flushing her cheeks darkens to a deep magenta.
She doesn’t say anything as she caresses the head of me, dipping her fingertip right into the slit to gather up all the precum pooling there. She stokes her hand down my thick, curved length until she reaches the base of my cock. Her lips part like she wants to taste me, but I can’t let that happen. If she puts her mouth anywhere near my dick, it’s all going to be over far sooner than I want. I can imagine the way she’d look down on her knees for me as I feed her my cock, taking it all eagerly, looking up at me just to watch the pleasure of it all play over my face because I know that she’d get off on making me feel good.
My cock jerks in her hand. I tip her chin up with my free palm and claim her mouth. I’m probably too rough and too eager, but she kisses me right back, grinding her hips against my hand in tandem with my mouth, stroking my cock until I’m ready to go mad.
I fist my hand in her hair. In response, hers tightens around my dick.
She falls backwards, taking me with her. Her knees spread around my hips like she’s the one who wants to blanket our fall. Like she can protectme. I catch myself before I can crush her, but she’s already tugging me down like that’s exactly what she needs. My heavy weight pressing her into the ground. She still has her hand wrapped around my shaft and without hesitation, she guides me straight to her entrance.
“Please,” she breathes against my lips. “I want you to fill me up.”
I’m no member of the ten inch or more club. I’m probably just average when it comes to length, but there’s nothing middle of the road about my girth. I had two fingers inside of her, and they barely fit. She’ll struggle to take me, and no matter how slow I am, or how gentle I want to be, it will hurt.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, tilting her face so her breath whispers over my ear. She can probably hear the echo of my thoughts, but she also has the reality of me right in her palm. “I don’t mind if it hurts.”
I can’t help but palm her hip, tracing the soft curve through her dress like I can brace her and spare her pain, as she parts her legs wide around my hips and teases my cockhead against her slick entrance and the fabric of her panties.
She drops my cock and pulls her panties aside again so that there’s nothing between us. I don’t have a condom, but if that was an issue, I know she’d say something. She’s not out of her mind, driven thoughtless with lust. As much as I hate doctors, the one the club uses is alright. I just had a physical a few weeks ago and was tested for everything under the fucking sun. Apparently, for an old fucker, I’m doing just fine. Even Archer looked a little shocked.
There isn’t anything to stop me from giving Willow what she wants. Not after she just bared her soul to me and now, she’s baring herself like this.
I still can’t do it. I can’t push forward. She doesn’t ask me what the fuck is wrong with me. She tenderly guides my face down to hers and kisses me eagerly. She’s still holding her panties to the side, but she also inserts her hand between us, opening herself for me. I can’t see it, but I feel her do it, and I amlost.
She pushes her hips up, working herself around my cockhead when it slips inside of her. She struggles to take even that much, but all she does is surge up eagerly, canting her hips at a different angle and spreading her legs almost obscenely wide around me. She feeds me her little whimpers and moans until there’s nothing but madness in my head. I drive my hand under her ass, lifting her off the blanket, pushing forward gently. She stretches around me, and even though it has to burn and hurt, she works eagerly with me, panting against my lips as I work myself inside of her snug heat.
