Page 10 of Odin

He watched me. His face was a blank mask, but his eyes were smoldering like blue flames.

I watched him, waiting for his first move.

“Strip.” His voice was strained.

I stood from the bed, never letting my gaze stray from his. Locked in our own world, he made me feel desirable. Wanted in a way I'd never experienced before. All of my intrinsic thoughts from earlier fell away. They didn't matter. We were the only ones present at this moment.

Something took hold of me, and, I pretended to be an enchantress. Losing myself in the music playing in my mind, I danced as if no one was watching. It was quiet in the room, and I could mentally block out the slow groans coming from Odin. They were hot, but I got easily overwhelmed if I stopped and listened. Closing my eyes, I turned and bent over to give Odin the full effect of the red lingerie as I pulled my jeans off.

“Open your eyes, and turn around,” he instantly told me.

I stopped dancing and did as he demanded. He had a hungry look in his eyes, like I was his next meal. His knuckles were white from gripping the armrests of the chair, and his knee was bouncing with pent up frustration. All good signs.

“No one told you to stop dancing.”

I attempted to smile at him seductively. Turning to face away from him again, I unhooked the back of the bra and held it to my body as I lowered the straps. I made a slow circle while swaying my hips, so that I faced him. I wanted him to feel and see the fulleffect of the red against my skin, but a part of me also wanted him to watch as I pulled the bra away from my body. Dropping it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes, I heard him inhale quickly, and it only spurred my movements on.

It was time to lose the panties. Bending at the hips again as I faced the bed, I slid the lace down between my legs. My husband let out an animalistic groan.

Facing him with the panties in my hand, I flicked them at him. “Show me what you did that night," I said.

They landed in his lap, but he didn’t move, gripping the arms of the chair so tightly I thought he'd rip them off as his leg bounced erratically. Unhinged didn't accurately describe him. His eyes were wide, and I felt like they were burning holes in my body.

“Sit on the bed with your back against the pillows.” I did as he demanded.

"Baby," he rasped. It sounded like he was going to say more, but he didn't. He stood from the chair and took the lace into his left hand. Looking at it, he brought it to his nose and sniffed. A whimper slipped through my lips as my eyes fixated on his face. My heart pounded unevenly, and I couldn't catch my breath. The air was heavy with erotic promise. I was shell-shocked at how far this had progressed, but I didn't mention it for fear of stopping. That was the last thing on my mind.

“You left your scent on the pair I used that night. It was delicious then, but you smell even better now. You’re wet, baby, but you’ll get relief.” Leaving the panties on the chair, he was naked in two seconds flat. There had been no finesse, no show like I had given. My eyes feasted on him. The chiseled muscles were everywhere. His pecs. His six-pack stomach. I even stared at his feet, as I traced the muscles in his legs, to his hips, and finally landing on his hard dick. I couldn’t get enough. "Ugh." It came out as a soft sigh of frustration.

“If I am going to do this for you, do something for me. Show me how you touch yourself.” His voice was a few notches deeper. Sitting back in the chair, he waited for my response.

Before the attack, I had known how to take care of my needs. All of those years of sneaking my mother's romance novels had taught me almost everything I needed to know. After the attack, I'd repressed anything that was remotely sexual, but I was ready to give him this. Propping the pillows up on the bed, I sat facing him.

Focused on his eyes, I let my hand slide down my neck through the valley of my breasts to my pussy. Circling my lips with a light feathery touch. I didn’t progress any further than that. This was a tit-for-tat type of game.

He placed the red lace panties on the arm of the chair. Leaving them there, he mimicked my movements. He started at his neck and ran his hand down his chest through the light trail of hair below his belly button. Gripping himself, he pumped slowly while watching me.

“How does that feel?” I asked him. Who was this wanton woman? I didn’t recognize myself, but I liked it. I liked how he made me feel. Erotic.

"I am harder than fuck, and I want nothing more than to be deep inside you," he grumbled.

I opened my pussy with the fingers that had been tracing my lips. “Here?” I asked. I shoved two fingers in. “Or here?”

He growled at me and gripped his dick a little tighter. His knuckles were about to burst. I didn’t know what happened once they turned white, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to help me if he broke them.

“Show me what I missed out on,” I said. I was lightly pumping my fingers into myself.

Taking the panties, he sniffed them again. Moving his hand, he wrapped the panties around his dick like a bun and gripped thewhole thing. He didn’t jack himself like I thought he would, but he squeezed. It was a sight to see. His hand flexed and relaxed as red peeked through the crevices. Especially because I knew what that bit of red was. He squeezed his dick repeatedly, and I pumped my fingers into my pussy. We didn’t break eye contact.

“Baby, I am close,” he groaned.

I sped up my thrusts and used my other hand to rub my clit. I was determined to come with him. It didn’t take long for him to shoot rope after rope into the panties, his head thrown back, moans and groans dropping from his lips, as if he couldn't help the sounds he was making, his chest pumping double time as he tried to catch his breath. His come leaked from the panties, white on the red fabric.

I was close, just watching him, the whimpers dropping from my lips in the same fashion. He sat up straight, his eyes back to focusing on mine.

“Baby, I’ve made a mess. Now, I want you to make one on my side of the bed, so we’re even.”

That was all it took to send me over the edge. When I removed my fingers from myself, I could feel my wetness seep onto the bed as my eyes became heavy, and I couldn't keep them open. I fell asleep again as I had on my wedding night.

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