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Hard Truth

Hungry lips feast on each other.

Wandering hands, feel the tremors of my desires.

His hands on my bottom, squeezing the flesh while pulling me against his erection for me to wiggle aginst. A swooping sensation shuffles itself deep within my parted thighs.

A sigh of pleasure from him, a moan out from me.

His hand slides up my shirt, to feel the smooth skin of my breast. I can feel my nipple tighten and harden between his thumb and index finger. Pinching the sensitive flesh delicately so pain and pleasure compete against one another. Starting to vocalize my harmony for this action, he presses himself into my center. The chair legs scrape into the wooden floor as my hips rotate, swivel against Odin's raised shaft. A hard groan from his chest sounds out as my mound rubs the tip of his hardness.

His finger slips inside the material of my bra.

Skin on skin

Lifting my shirt up, pulling the cup of my bra down he takes my nipple in his mouth, the tongue flicking the end of it, while teeth scrape the sensitive flesh. Pulling his head more into my chest I want him to take as much as me as he can inside that mouth.  His other hand grips the flesh of my ass roughly, pulling me against the flex of his hips upwards. Involuntary I can feel the core of me start to swell, become heavy with need. It's as if it's swollen, new sensations pulsing through my body, making my legs weak. Sucking in a breath when that hand, travels from my bottom to the inner flesh of my thighs.

He cups my sex in his hand, letting a finger trace the outline of my weeping entrance. My legs spread themselves more for his hand. He gently presses those fingers against the sensitive nub, my body quivers in the response to what his fingers are doing through material that is becoming saturated with my musk. The blood is pounding, rushing to engorge the center of me, as his fingers keep a steady friction against my sex.

Pulse beating faster and faster to match his irregular heartbeat.

Kissing me harder, while that finger pushing into the material of my pants, how I wish to feel that thick finger inside me. His mouth now on my neck, shoulder, going to the other breast. Teasing the nipple so taunt that I cry out from the feeling.

An urgency gaining hold between the both of us, Odin is teetering on an edge, I can feel his emotions as he tries to recoil his mouth from sucking on my breast, he can't. He can't pull himself off of me and I don't want him too.

Fingers finding the bulge of his pants, tentatively gripping around the girth of him. Up and down I pump him, slowly, while he gives whimpers from the base of his throat. Feeling his entire length with the palm of my hand, Odin has withdrawn his mouth from my breast. His breathing coming out faster, his mouth is parted slightly. His eyes hold a glaze before he closes them with the overpowering sensation my hand is causing - extreme turmoil within his body. There seems to be a heaviness of his balls, I can feel the ache within him. The need to release himself into me, he's fighting the fight between his Nature and himself.

Placing my mouth against his. "Odin," his name leaves the tip of my tongue to touch the tip of his.

"Charlie," He pulls himself slightly away, to open his eyes. Those ancient forest greens that are rimmed with blood bore into me. His fingertip slowly traces over the arch of my eyebrow. My fingertip traces the skin overtop his clavicle, to run my palm over the roundness of his shoulder. Down his chest, over his torso, to rest at the waistline of his pants.

"I'm going to do what I want," words promising what my mind and body want.

"There is a limit," Odin grabs my fingers in his hands, bringing my wrist to his lips, he kisses the beat of my pulse.