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He’s already wearing the expression of a man in pain, but his face twists into a grimace. It’s so hot, him looking at me like I just slayed him and freed him.
He hooks his fingers through the thin elastic waistband of my cotton thong and tugs. They’re not substantial and when they tear away from my body it doesn’t even hurt. He does the hot guy thing and stuffs them into the pocket of his leather jacket. After, his hand trails up my knee, to my thigh, andthen to the crease of my leg. My head thuds against the wall and my hand splays out against it when his fingers trail over me. He parts me and glides his index finger over my crease, gathering all the slick arousal.
I shudder at his touch, shivers of pleasure racing out from beneath his fingertips. I wrench my hand from the wall and fling it onto his shoulder. Curling my fingers into his leather jacket, I hold onto him while I grind my shoulders into the wall so that I can keep standing. My legs are already shaking and weak. I need him to hold me up.
He doubles down on that by bringing two fingers to my entrance and teasing me before he pushes them inside. My breath rushes out in a great long sigh as he fills me. He’s not content to just touch me. He has to taste as well. His mouth, so deliciously hot, closes over my clit. He sucks it hard before licking a path all the way to his fingers. He’s not quiet. The noise of him feasting on me seems to echo in the room with us. He sets a rhythm that has my legs so wobbly that Ireallyhave to work on perfecting my balance, or risk falling over.
He licks me, laps at me, sucks me, until I’m certain that I’m completely swollen, and I know for a fact that I’m soaked because I can hear the evidence of it every time he glides his tongue over me, driving me nearly delirious, beard tickling my inner thighs and all my sensitive places. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me at the same time as he licks me. Just thinking about my arousal all over his face, dripping into his beard, has me even more soaked.
I bite down on my lip to keep from making obscene sounds. A few little moans and whimpers are fine, but if I really wanted to let loose, they’d probably hear me downstairs.
Odin is good at this. Too good. He knows exactly when to stop and move away from my clit to keep me from coming too soon. He tortures me just right by crooking his fingers when he fills me completely.
I want to come on his tongue and all over his face, but I’m too embarrassed to just say so. I don’t want to demand it. I want him to give it to me. My hips are wild, rocking between him and the wall with every delicious thrust of his fingers. The pleasure building gets more and more intense, but it doesn’t burst. There’s no peak yet. It could be there if he wanted it to be. All it would take is him not moving off my clit, and I’m sure he knows that.
I want to howl in frustration, so I keep chewing at my lip and grinding my teeth together when that gets too painful. I try to take what he’s not in any hurry to give, grinding my hips into his hand and bearing down on his fingers so he hits all the right spots. I try to guide him by his hair, curling my fingers in almost viciously, but still, it’s not enough.
He leaves my clit again and I nearly growl in frustration, but then I tilt my head down and I can see him lick around his fingers. I can feel it too, and that double sensation makes my head spin. This time, when he goes back to my clit, he does things with his tongue that he didn’t do before. His fingers saw in and out of me until the whole room pitches around and darkness closes in for me.
I can’t watch him anymore.
I can’t breathe.
I can barely stand up.
He’s been down there for just a few minutes, though the sweet torture seems to have lasted forever. All this time, the pleasure was building, and when it finally detonates, I’m hurtled straight into a wall of pleasure that slams into me with the force of a hurricane. It’s like being just fine and then the next second, getting hit by that massive wind gust that turns you right around and tosses you onto the floor, then picks you up and hurtles you through the air.
I can’t get a grasp on reality. All I can do is pant and shake.
I pretty much collapse right on top of him, my body peeling off the wall like I was stuck there and the glue had all let go. It rocks me forward, onto his tongue and further onto his fingers, even though I catch myself on his shoulders. I can’t stop heaving for air. There’s only him and clinging to him while the world goes on spinning around us. I want to pant out something silly about not knowing that orgasms could defy gravity, but good luck with that. There’s no way that I have enough oxygen to give my brain the ability to form language, let alone push it out. The breaths I can heave in are for my lungs only, so they can get back on track.
The first words out aren’t anything scientific, or funny. It’s not even a thank you. “More. Another. Fuck me up against this wall, Odin. I want you inside of me. I want you to come so hard that you’ll forget everything else exists, just for this moment.”
Well, I suppose that it depends on how you term gravity, because I think that we’ve definitely surpassed every scientific expectation and explanation that I’ve ever had.
Chapter 17
Odin
Fuck me sideways.
Or um, I guess that’s what has me so shocked. I’m down here on my knees, staring into Willow’s pleasure flushed face. I knew she wasn’t going to just tell me to fuck off, or thank me for the orgasm and see me out the door. I knew there would be something more, but her bossy, blatant, sexy as hell request has me seeing stars, all while her juices are still wet on my chin after she baptized my face in her come.
I’m no longer one of those men who has a fucked up amount of pent up aggression inside of me. I don’t know that I have much of any aggression anymore. There’s no anger. I’ve made peace with my regrets. I’ve learned control, clawing it back from nothing at all at first, but over the years, I’ve really toned it down. I’m not that guy with a hair trigger, mad at the world and ready to fight anyone to prove a point that I didn’t even understand. I’m no beast. I’m just a man, down here on his knees before a beautiful, kind woman, worshipping her because I’d love nothing more than to make her my queen.
I know the chances of that ever happening are slim to fucking none, but there’s this stupidly optimistic part of me that’s developed over the years, and it latches onto the one or two percent chance I might have.
Her asking me for more isn’t just because she wants to be fucked long and hard, using me to get off and that’s it.There’s a depth of feeling in her eyes that underscores her words. Her voice wavers with her emotion. This is no game. This is her, raw and stripped down. She might not be able to say it, but right now isn’t exactly the moment. She’s well and truly sunk deep into the bliss of pleasure that she trusted me fully to give her. She wants the same for me.
Her eyes are blown out and darkened to that deep indigo that borders on purple, but it’s not all just a swimming sea of hormones and pleasure. She holds out her hand to me, yearning to extend this moment, wanting more, but not just for herself. She wants to take me into her body. She wants to lose herself in me while I bury myself in her. The two becoming one thing might be a little bit old fashioned, but fuck if it doesn’t hit me square in the chest. It’s not just my body that shivers. I feel myself tremble straight down to my ribcage as my muscles all clench up around my heart. It’s that hammering organ that squeezes tightest of all.
I stand up quickly, band my arms around her, and carefully hike her up off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist. She gasps, but she quickly smothers the sound, trapping it between our lips as she kisses me hungrily.
She feeds me more than just her little gasps of pleasure. She gives me her breath, her trust, her hope. She’s divine. She’s delicious. So heady that I almost lose my balance. She’s an emotion so enormous, I can’t put a name on it.
There’s no way I’m going to fuck her up against this wall like an animal.
I take a few steps, meaning to get to the bedroom, if I can even remember where that is at this point, when my brain is pretty much blacked out to anything and everything butthe way she tastes, how divine her body is pressed up against mine with her breasts crushed against my chest so I can feel her beaded nipples through her bra and all the fabric, and her bare legs locked around me, radiating heat. I tore her panties off, her dress is rucked up between us, and her swollen pussy is pressed right up against the hard steel ridge of my cock trapped behind my jeans.
