Page 61 of Odin
He changes the angle with my face tipped up. He starts to thrust, though shallowly and gently. I love working my mouth over him as he does, setting a rhythm, hearing his guttural sounds of pleasure.
My hand has been between my legs this whole time, but I was only playing with myself. I didn’t do anything more than brush my clit, not wanting to come too soon. I circle it and press down, gasping all over Odin’s cock at how good it feels. He watches me and groans at the sight of me playing with myself while taking his cock almost all the way to the back of my throat, over and over again.
His breathing changes quickly, and I know that he’s close. I would love nothing more for him to come like this, in my mouth, but when he pulls out, gathers me up, and lifts me straight up against the shower wall so I can wrap my legs around his hips for support, I’m not complaining. I’d rather come on his cock than on my fingers any day. It might just be a taste and the real deal later, but tonight, I want him to feel the first time I come.
“Odin,” I whimper. “I want you inside of me.” He’s probably figured that out, but on the off chance he’s not a mind reader…
He proves that he’s a pretty darn good reader ofeverythingwhen he fits his cockhead to my entrance. I spread my thighs a little bit wider, as much as I possibly can while I’m hiked up against the wall and trapped between him. I hold onto his shoulders to take a little bit of the strain off of him. Not that he needs it. He holds me up effortlessly.
As he thrusts inside, he drops his head to my shoulder and paints it with hot kisses. He licks and sucks atmy skin, his breath tickling, his mouth hot and tantalizing, driving me doubly as crazy. It’s all sensation, all nerves, all of it heightened because he’s inside of me and I’m sofull.
It hurt to take him in my mouth, but I didn’t even realize just how much until he kisses me and my mouth flexes open for him. My jaw feels the twinge for sure, but I’m learning that I like a little bit of pain with pleasure. It truly does deepen and sweeten the feeling.
He fills me to the root, until I can sway forward just a little and grind my clit against him.
I gasp as he drags his cock out and thrusts back in. He’s basically the only one who can move, but I do try and cant my hips up to meet him.
He didn’t get a chance to take photos today, and that’s okay because it was our wedding and he shouldn’t have had to be on the other side of the camera. Unless he did some earlier, which is probably true. I did see the camera get passed around, and many others besides phones. I know that I’ll have the most amazing photos to go through. Not just of us, but of everyone there too. It’s all those happy faces that I want to look back on. I do have an idea, or a fantasy, I guess, of Odin and his camera. Taking sexy photos that are just for our eyes. I would love to go back up to the mountain and set the camera up and do photos of us together. I know that he’d be honored to do the maternity photos and later, we’ll set something up for our baby photos.
We’ll have all these special moments together and he can document them every step of the way.
And for the images that are just for us, maybe he’d even let me get behind the lens and take some of him.
Maybe that’s a weird fantasy, but as it plays out in my head, how much fun it could be dressing up in sexy clothes for him and stripping them away, and the aftermath, it makes what we’re doing right now so much hotter. Not that I need a single fantasy other than this reality. It’s more than the first time we did this, it was just physical, but now it’s anything but.
It’s the connection with Odin that I crave. It’s the future. It’s our lives, our dreams, and our hearts. That’s the part that is always going to turn me on more than anything.
He kisses me so deeply that I know that he feels that connection too. The one that goes far beyond just our bodies.
I meet him with every single thrust, matching his energy, clutching tight to keep him inside of me, chasing him with my body until he’s back. Our wet skin smacks together, and the shower stall isn’t exactly quiet as I get pumped up against it again and again. Steam and mist surround us, most of the water falling over Odin’s shoulders, but it slicks down his abs and makes us even wetter where we’re joined.
Our heavy breaths, whimpers, and moans are all magnified in here. Our voices echo around us, passion bouncing off the walls and coming back to us.
My breasts are extra sensitive. My nipples scrape against Odin’s chest as I struggle to get closer, sending a thousand shockwaves racing through me.
I take everything he gives me. I know that he holds himself back, but he also knows exactly what I need. He keeps driving deep inside of me until we can both probably feel my walls rippling around his cock. There’s no teasing. No edging. No backing off and turning back on, harder than ever. We just keepgoing, building each other up, bringing each other closer and closer to that brink until I explode.
The climax rips through me, twisting me, wringing me out, leaving me panting. I get it all, sparks, lights, and a flooding pleasure that spreads into every single limb. Odin pumps a few times in a frenzy and comes hard inside of me, flooding me with heat. I’m okay to brace myself until his churning hips slow. He clings to me, and I tremble against him.
We were quiet and focused, but we have time to talk later.
His small smile will forever light me up inside, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m hiseverything, right after giving me a mind blowing climax.
He eases out of me and lets me back down to the ground gently. He keeps both hands on me to help me balance. The shower is still warm. He seems to realize it at the same time I do, and gently maneuvers me to get all the hot water. He keeps it away from my hair so that picking it apart isn’t a mess.
Even though he’s not going to soap my hair, Odin takes his time lathering up his hands so he can run them over my shoulders, my collarbones, down over my arms, and over every other inch of me. It wasn’t like I was the one who had a long, hard day, but this touch washes that all away. In my blissed out state, it feelsextrawonderful.
When he’s done, I insist on cleaning him the same way, but I get to help him wash and condition his hair. Is there anyone on earth who doesn’t like a scalp massage? Odin’s not one of those people. I just about start something again, but the water goes cold when I’m helping him wash out the conditioner.
He shuts off the water before the cold droplets splash all over me. He has two towels ready, but as usual, he takes care of me first, wrapping me snugly.
After we dry off, he slings his towel low on his hips in a way that makes my mouth wateragain, and guides me to the bed so that he can take down my hair properly.
Tarynn promised that she wouldn’t put in loads of hairspray so the whole thing turned into an impossible rat’s nest. When Odin removes the pins, he can finger comb out a good deal of the curls before I pass him my brush from the overnight bag I packed and brought over when I got to the club this afternoon. Tarynn dropped it off with Crow for me so he could give it to Odin, so that he didn’t see me before the wedding. I wasn’t a stickler for that, but he thought it would be sweet to wait.
Frustrating was what it was.
I have zero plans of going to bed immediately. It will be easy to just whip this towel off and do some riding of my own, even if I’m not a biker.
