She pressed her soft, willowy body into his and met his kisses with equal fervor. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed in the corner. She stared at him, her eyes hooded with desire as he led her to her bedroom, lay her on the bed, and stripped off his jacket.
He lay atop her and relished her soft curves pressing against his chest and hipbones.
She pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him fiercely, making his desire for her spike further. So timid and yet so willful.
He ran his fingers under the hem of her shirt, and she made a mewling sound that almost undid him. He needed to keep control. He couldn't rush her. He wanted to relish her, memorize her. Give her everything she’d ever wanted, but stop in an instant if she told him to.
It had never been that way for him before. He’d never wanted to give without taking. Never gone gentle or slow. But with Elle, he wanted to savor every second.
He trailed his palm over her soft belly and down between her thighs. He parted her legs so he could settle between them. His erection pushed against his pants and rested against her core.
She sucked in a sharp breath and arched toward him. Thor ran his hand up over her shirt and cupped her small breast through the fabric. She moaned and ran her hands under the back of his shirt. Her soft fingers traced his skin, making parts of him wake up for the first time in a long time and take notice.
Thor kissed down her throat to her collarbone. He kissed across it and then down to her other breast. He nipped at it through the fabric and continued lower and kissed down her side. She gripped his shirt, and the further he slid, the higher it rose until she had lifted it off him. He tossed it to the ground and then lifted the edge of her T-shirt and kissed across her flat stomach. She dug her nails into his shoulders, hitting one of his various scars and making a jolt of pain shoot up his neck, the pain mixing with his pleasure in a deliciously impossible way.
He kissed his way up her torso to her breasts. He slid her shirt up, and she pulled it off as he unclasped her pink lacy bra and slid it off her shoulders. He gazed upon her in the moonlight, and she flushed with a peachy glow and looked away.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her gaze traveled back to his.
"Don't you know how utterly gorgeous you are?"
"It's... it's not that..."
"What is it?" He searched her face, and realization dawned. "You've never done this before."
She shook her head.
Shit. That wasn't something he expected.
"Elle, is this something you want to do?"
"Yes. Gods yes. But... I... I need to tell you something."
He kissed her. "You don't need to tell me anything. I've tried to force you to tell me about your past, but I don't care."
"You don't?"
"I mean, I do. But only if you want to tell me. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. Whether it be talking about your past or this. If you aren't ready, I understand. I need you to believe me when I tell you I am not interested in simply having sex with you. When I look at you, I see... forever." Thor felt ridiculous saying the words he held in his heart, but somehow, he couldn't stop himself. He needed her to believe that his intentions were nothing but sincere.
Without a word, she pulled his mouth back to hers and ran her hands down his torso to his belt buckle, which he whipped off before unzipping his pants.
Elle had no idea what she was doing. It was like her body had complete control of her, and she was a passenger along for the ride. She fumbled with his buckle with shaky hands as he kissed down the side of her neck and over her breasts, making them pucker with sensitivity. Her hands stopped moving as the pure bliss of his mouth on her skin invaded every inch of her.
He waited, his eyes questioning.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
Thor undid the buckle to his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She peeked down to see he wore nothing underneath. How could that be comfortable?
She didn't have time to think about it as he kissed down her stomach, stopped at her waistband, and hooked his fingers underneath. She stiffened, and Thor didn't do more than trace his fingers under the waistband of her leggings. He raised up and kissed her again, his mouth hot and greedy. His own need only fed into hers, making her heat further.
Slowly, he slid his palm down her leggings between her legs. The sensation jolted through her, and she arched against him and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Somehow, the motion made his kisses deeper and harder.
She ran her fingers down his back and grabbed his rear. Firm and round, it showed not an ounce of fat on it. She gripped his rear and pulled his hips toward her. His length ground into her most sensitive area, and she melted. Every inch of her buzzed with electricity. She wanted him. Needed him.
Elle slid her hand between them and cupped his length. Thor groaned against her mouth and bit her lip before dropping his head to her shoulder and breathing hard.
