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[Bryn welcomes the touch of his hand, the way his fingers find their way into her hair. She welcomes everything about this, really. Thor lounging in her bed, a massive presence of strength and confidence, her kneeling before him to lavish him in attention...

Her lips part as she exhales, and as she holds her gaze on his, Bryn presses the broad head of his cock inside her mouth. Lips sealing around him she sucks gently to start, tongue sweeping over him within her mouth with a groan of her own. Bryn closes her eyes and carefully presses more of his length deep inside her mouth, sliding him along the flat of her tongue as she continues to suck and lick her way down.

She likes easing into things like this, teasing him at the start, taking it slow just to stimulate him.

But as she gets a feel for him again and the angle she's at, Bryn starts to work him over with more intent. She drags her wet lips up his shaft again just to the head, and then sinks down once more, hand cupping him, stroking him at the base as her eyes open once more. Because part of why she asked him to sit like this is so that she can see his face above her while she pleasures him.]

[While Thor might represent strength and confidence, Bryn is a vision of beauty and seduction. It doesn't take her long to empty Thor's mind of his dark thoughts and fill it with nothing but affection for her.

His hips twitch with the desire to roll forward, but he refrains. His fingers tighten and clench in her hair, but they never pull, not yet. He can be rough with her, and he knows it, but he's craving delicate touches between them.

Thor groans her name, pleasure creeping from every corner of his body. His face is a vision of ecstasy right now. His brows are furrowed, but his eyes are half open and clouded from the mounting high he's feeling.]

[It's hard not to get swept up in his reactions. She'd meant to linger over him, to take her time teasing and nibbling at him, to lick and suck little bits of him until he begged her for more...but he groans her name and his hands stroke through her hair. She feels him reacting beneath her and Bryn wants to drive him higher.

Her movements grow more certain, less tentative. There's no roughness, no undue speed, but she grasps the base of him with one hand as the other cups him from below. Her hands squeeze and massage him as her mouth covers his cock and begins to rise and fall over it. She keeps her lips sealed tight around his shaft and lets her tongue swirl over the head of him with groans of her own, mimicking the rhythm they find together all too often.

Her cheeks cave in gently as she sucks at him, head bobbing over the thick length of his cock, eyes closing for the moment as she focuses on using every trick she knows to drag every last sound and movement out of him.]

[Thor is not a tight-lipped person at the best of times. He's endlessly expressive, and he has no reason to keep his sensations under wraps. Thor lets his head tilt back, hair dragging behind him on the pillow as he groans at the ceiling.

His heels dig into the mattress and his hips shift upward slowly, not enough to be intrusive but enough to look a little too eager.

His pleasure is rapidly mounting, there's no obligation to draw it out but he wants to feel every second of it that he can. He bites into his lip, breath shuddering as he pushes through the urge to finish already.]

[She could drag this out. She could pull her lips away and return to soft kisses. Drag her lips over him, mouth at his sack and do everything but bring him to climax. Another night she'd be tempted to give his cock the worship it deserves even at the cost of his patience.

But she has little of her own and rather thinks after everything that's happened he deserves to have this without teasing or torment. He's close, or at least close enough that she knows she can get him there. Groaning, she sucks at him with just the right amount of pressure to give him resistance but not too much in the soft, wet space of her mouth. Her lips slide up and down his shaft with ease as her hand works him at the same time.

Eyes opening once more, she uses her other hand to grips his thigh, and the look she gives him couldn't be more clear. She wants him, and she wants this, and she's not going to stop until he's found his release just as they are now.]

[Thor's eyes meet Bryn's, and he instantly knows what she means. He could draw it out as long as she could, but she's right in assuming he'd prefer something short and sweet rather than something agonizingly slow.

So, Thor willingly lets himself slip. He lets himself get lost in the thrums of pleasure she's sending up his cock, up his body and into his middle. It doesn't take much more than a few more slides of her lips to get him over the edge.

He's courteous enough to grunt in warning, but his fingers thread tightly in her hair anyway. His grip is lenient if she wants to pull back, but it's the last sensible thought he can manage before everything is a haze of absolute ecstasy. Thor moans, loud and shameless, his hips jerking upward when he finishes.]

[The warning is appreciated, but not as much as the way his fingers tangle in her hair. He holds her firmly, and Bryn relaxes into it, savoring the sound of his moan and working with the rising, jerking thrust of his hips as he comes in her mouth. She feels the pulse of his cock at her lips and lets his seed slide down her throat with a groan of her own.

For a moment after she just rests there, lips wrapped around his cock still thrust deep into her mouth. There's something glorious about feeling him lose control between her lips, something satisfying on a personal level. Her eyes open to meet his as she carefully slides him out of her mouth and climbs up beside him with a satisfied purr.]

Mm, that was a nice start.

[Thor's breathing is still laboured when Bryn moves up to be closer to him. He smiles through his panting and eventually finds a more even cycle of breathing.

He lifts his hand to brush her hair out of her face, fingers grazing over her cheek gently. His expression is completely enamored, he's entirely preoccupied by her presence. It's as if they're the only two people in the world when he looks at her like that.]

Your turn? [He asks, as if it's a question, leaning to press a kiss to her cheek and mutter in her ear.] Why don't you come a little closer?

[Thor pats his stomach, to start with.]

[She doesn't need any convincing. If he says it's her turn, by all means let it be her turn, and upon his encouragement she swings a leg over his body and moves to straddle his stomach directly. It puts her above his cock which is no doubt still recovering from his first climax, and well below his mouth which he's currently using to speak with her.

Running a hand over his chest, she smiles, hips rocking gently against his bare body. With a lick of her lips she continues.]

Is this close enough for you? Or should I get closer for my turn?

[She's not entirely in a hurry, having seemingly taken the edge off by bringing Thor to climax rather than herself.]

You're fine where you are.

[He assures, because once she's on his body it's easy enough to place his hands on her waist lift her upward, lowering her over his face so that she can position her legs as she likes.

He presses a kisses up the inside of her thigh, watching her as best he can from this angle. His hands slide up her thighs and sides before they meet around the back of her to squeeze her rear.]

[There are things that Bryn happens to love about being with Thor, and him blatantly taking advantage of her size with his inhuman strength is near the top of the list. It's not the first time he's manhandled her, gently or otherwise, but she can't really get enough of it, especially when he does something like lift her up and lower her over his face like this.

Her own cheeks burn as she braces herself above him, shivering at once as his mouth finds her thigh and works it's way up. Eyes closing, she leans over the edge of the wall that closes in the sleeping area of her loft and swallows.]

Deities, what did I do in a past life to deserve you... [Her body arches at the grasp of her rear and she reaches down with one hand to thread her fingers through his hair.]

[Something about the way Bryn says deities gets him every time. It's unique to her, but it's almost always said in praise to him. He can't help but feel a little honored every time she whispers it to him.

If he could talk, he'd tell her that she deserves him for this life and this life alone. He has no time for romantic expressions of respect, not when she's bearing down on him like this. His tongue glides over her lower lips, slowly and savoring the chance to tease her before he presses his tongue more firmly against the peak of her anatomy. He traces his tongue over her clit, just gentle and light enough to tease her more.]

[Though Thor could absolutely handle her gripping his hair tightly, and has in the past, for the moment Bryn manages to control herself, grasping gently at the back of his head as his mouth opens further to draw his tongue up. She makes a brief, soft sound at the back of her throat, trying to stay steady...

But the way he licks at her clit is enough to drag a moan from her. Enough to make her tense when holding still and above him already threatens to be difficult.] Thor, please...

[She's not above begging, even this early in. She has no shame in how much she wants him all of the time, how much she craves his touch, or the fact that she'll plead for him and for more the whole way through if need be.]

[She doesn't need to beg much for Thor to give her more. He didn't want to be teased and he doesn't want to tease her. He wants to give her what she wants and hear her moan and cry his name, give him the praise and validation he craves when he feels low.

He drags his tongue harder, applying more pressure without being overbearing. He's attentive, his contact is constant and his tongue swirls and flicks in ways he knows she'll like. He's happy to be enveloped by her, surrounded by her skin and her heat, it's by far the happiest place for him right now.]

[Bless him, he knows exactly how to touch her and how to give her pleasure. He knows without her explaining what she needs and tonight doesn't withhold it. Her knees go weaker but she manages to stay upright as he uses his tongue against her damp heat to drive her crazy. It becomes harder to speak, harder to find words. She doesn't fall back on whispered oaths of deities and blighting anything.

It's his name she moans, again and again as her pleasure mounts higher and higher, eventually overwhelming her entirely. She finds her release with a jerk of her hips against his mouth, chanting his name between a litany of yes and please and incoherent sounds. Her cries echo in the open space of her apartment and her entire body tenses and shudders hard above him as she lets herself lean into the pleasure he gives her.]

[Bryn's orgasm is almost enough to give Thor a second wind, but instead he lets himself rest in her glow without distraction. It pleases him beyond words to make her cry and chant like that, her voice is sweetest when it's yelling his name.

He doesn't relent until he's sure she's had her absolute fill. His hands squeeze her thighs, then they relax, letting her rest a moment while he watches her with bright, pleased eyes.

Without rushing, he eventually slides his hands back up her waist and moves her back to his chest so he can lick his lips and smile sweetly.]

Thank you.

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