Chapter 24 #2
I hooked my feet around his thighs and pulled.
He gave me a little bit more.
“Oh god,” I replied. “How about now?”
“You got maybe half an inch,” he panted.
“Try now,” I urged, arcing my back.
He did, pulling back slightly and pushing a little farther back in.
“Shit.”
“Are you sure that you’re not all the way in?” I pushed.
He caught my hand and brought it down between us.
Guiding my hand, he wrapped it around the part of his dick that wasn’t buried in my pussy.
It was quite a bit.
Enough that my entire fist could lay comfortably on it.
“Dang,” I said, pumping his cock and tightening my core muscles.
He groaned.
I pushed him backward, and he pulled out of me, giving me the space that I asked for.
I pushed him onto his back, then went for his cock.
My mouth circled the tip, and his hands fisted in my hair. “Oh, fuck.”
I tasted myself along his length, trailing sloppy, wet kisses along him until I was certain he was wet enough.
Covering his cock with as much of my mouth as I could, I sucked hard, letting my saliva flow.
“No more,” he urged. “I won’t make it.”
We couldn’t have that, could we?
I crawled over the top of him, settled my pussy against his cock and ground myself on top of him.
When his cock head found its way to my entrance, I reached backward and fisted it before guiding him inside of me.
It took some work, but a whole lot less of it than earlier.
When I was down on top of him fully, my ass against the top of his thighs, his eyes squeezed shut and the veins in his neck bulged.
“Trying to wrangle back that control?” I teased.
He cursed me.
I started to ride him in long, deep strokes.
Taking him the way that I knew my body needed.
“Fuck,” he growled, tensing underneath me.
I smiled as I closed my eyes, chasing the feeling that was building up inside of me.
My belly tightened, and my pussy started to clench.
“Oh god,” Odin growled. “You better be close, because I’m about to fill you so full.”
I was.
Not that I told him.
My belly clenched.
So close.
Soooo close.
I chased it, grinding and fucking him.
“I’m coming.” He pulled me down tight and took over.
The orgasm I’d been chasing changed, and not for the worse.
For the better.
When he took over, he fucked me in long, hard, deep strokes.
Exactly where I needed him to be.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
Hot splashes of his cum entering my pussy was all I needed to fall over the edge.
My face now rested on top of his as he fucked us both through our orgasm.
My breath intermingled with his, and my eyes were clenched shut so the only thing I could do was feel.
“Oh, baby,” I breathed as my orgasm kept going.
And going.
And going.
“Holy shit.” He clenched one hand on my ass cheek and squeezed.
And then we were both still, trying to recover from something that was likely never recoverable in the first place.
It was long moments later, as I was running my fingers through his hair, that he finally broke the silence.
“I dye my hair every month,” he said. “Well, I bleach it then dye it. I hate it.”
“What color was your hair before?” I asked, running the fingertips of my right hand over the hair on his chest.
“Light brown,” he answered. “It got blond if I was outside a lot in the summer. But not this blond.”
“I’ll have to look up an old photo of you,” I said. “I can’t picture you with any other color of hair than this.”
He grunted. “Won’t look the same at all.”
My brows rose. “I mean, sure, hair changes quite a bit but not that much.”
He took my hand and guided my fingers over his jaw.
An almost invisible scar had my fingers freezing.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Surgical scar,” he answered. “Had plastic surgery on my face. Since I mostly wore a beard, I couldn’t just grow one like the other guys did. And there were enough people that knew me with and without that I had no other course of action. I had to get the surgery to change my appearance.”
“Man, that sucks,” I said. “Are you telling me that if we had children, our babies wouldn’t inherit this jawline?”
“Not the dimples, either,” he murmured. “I had a good jaw and all, but the high cheekbones are new. Nose is new, too. And I had my eye color changed.”
“Well,” I said finally. “I guess I’d love you whether you were old or new. And maybe when we have kids, you’ll get that old part of you back.”
“You want a lot of them?” he asked.
I thought about that seriously for long minutes before saying, “One or two. Not a lot.”
“I always thought that I’d have a basketball team full,” he admitted.
I shuddered.
He chuckled before pulling me close and tucking my head under his chin.
“That ship has sailed. That dream was a long time ago. I’ll take any babies you’re willing to give me…
after we’ve gotten Wendy settled. I don’t want her to think we’re replacing her with a baby that’s mine.
I want her to know that she belongs to both of us.
That even though she’s not mine by blood, she’s still mine. ”
My heart hurt.
“Mackey would’ve really liked you,” I found myself saying. “He was my best friend, and I’ve felt really lonely not having him around like I used to. It’s been six years of loneliness. But now that you’ve found your way into my life, I don’t feel like it’s quite so bleak.”
A pounding sounded at the door, and both of us sat up abruptly in the bed.
The sheet slipped off of my body, exposing my breasts, and I slowly caught it and pulled it back up to cover me even though whoever was outside had no way of getting in.
“I got it,” he growled, pulling out of me and slowly shifting me to the side.
His cum leaked out of me straight onto the sheets, and I wondered if I should feel bad about that.
Honestly, I kind of thought it was hot.
The pounding started again, and I realized that it might be important.
I headed for his shirt on the floor, pulled it on over my head, and walked to the bedroom door.