Not giving up - Us

CHAPTER NINE

Thor finds me in the wardrobe, throwing my clothes on the floor. He leans against the door and observes me for a while. When he notices, I'm not wearing anything underneath that long shirt, he can't help but to smirk.

"What are you doing, love?" his deep, resonant voice fills the room.

"Nothing fits anymore," I pout and keep fumbling through my wardrobe in despair.

With obvious intentions, Thor walks over to me. Tightly, he presses his entire body against my back, giving me no room to move. He places his strong hands on the sides of my legs, then lets them gently skate up my thighs.

I lean my head back and close my eyes. His touch feels calming and he is fully aware of it . I let out a sigh of surrender.

As his palms reach my bare bum, he firmly squeezes it.

My lips part.

"I've got something for you right here that will always fit," he growls against my ear and the very next moment I already feel a solid nudge from behind.

My sweetspot pulses a few times in a row. "Thunder," I sigh.

"This one fits you perfectly. Everywhere," he whispers and the lust in his voice can not be overheard.

I waggle out of his grip and turn to face him. "I want to try it. Everywhere," I emphasize and the thought of it, evokes a small smirk stretching across my lips.

Thor looks down at my cleavage. Slowly, one by one, he undoes the buttons.

In sweet anticipation, my eyes follow his skillful fingers.

Gently, he pushes both halves of my shirt to the sides, revealing my bare chest. At the perky sight, he runs his tongue over his lips. We both start to breathe heavier. Under the spell of his hungry gaze, everything below my waist contracts in the sweetest way.

He looks deeply into my eyes, as if seeking my final approval.

The need inside me rises even bigger. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. And that is all it's needed to get him started. Thor cups my face and eagerly pulls me into a passionate kiss. His hands feel their way to my bum again. He firmly grabs it and swiftly lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my fingers in the hair at the nape of his head to deepen the kiss, eager to feel him. Everywhere.

We're lying on the pile of my clothes. Heavenly exhausted, I'm seizing every moment of my afterglow in Thor's embrace. He loves to be the big spoon. He loves pulling me close against him and enveloping me into his bear hug. Every now and then, he nuzzles into my neck and breathes in my scent, as if taking a sensual imprint of me.

It makes me giggle. Every time.

I love when he does that. Why? Because I do just the same with all of them. I love breathing in their scent. Sometimes, it's soothing, and sometimes it's arousing.

Softly, he kisses my cheek, then props himself up and reaches for a bag he dropped on the floor earlier. "I thought you might need these," he says all proud.

I take the bag into my hands and take a peek into it. It is full of clothes. Pregnancy clothes. I beam at him. "Where did you get them?" I squeak.