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I entered her in one smooth stroke.

She gasped against my lips.

Should I stop?No, she'd get the wrong impression.Should I give her a moment to adjust?I didn't know. She was the first woman in my long sexual history that I had actually given a shit about. She lifted her hips against mine, and I took it for the sign it was.

I pumped my hips against her fast and furiously. She met me stroke for stroke. There was no space between us, connected from lips to hips. She felt too good. Her heat surrounded me, and I never wanted to be anywhere else.

I picked up the pace, lifting so that I could watch her. I wanted to remember every detail. She tilted her head back and moaned. That was a good thing because I was about ready to explode. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get a finger to her clit, so I used the fabric of my pants to rub against her. If it scratched her skin lightly, it might just be enough.

My wife surprised me. She lifted so that her lips were at my ear. “Don’t think this is a one-time deal, Odin. If you won’t give me what I want, then I may have to go out and get it somewhere else.” She moaned again in my ear. It was enough to make me feral for her.

“You’re not going anywhere. Mine. You get that? M-I-N-E.” By the time I spelled the E, I was coming violently within her. With the angle that she was at, I could now reach in between us and rub her clit so that she’d come with me. Her eyes shuttered at the pleasure, and when she gripped me from within, I swore I saw stars.

“You’re milking me, baby. Take it all and know that it’s been only for you from the day I first saw you.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Don’t lie to me. You’re mine as much as I am yours.”

It was the closest thing to a declaration of love I would get right now. My heart soared as I laid her back of the bed, following her with my body.

Chapter 13

Serena

Life was a mess, but I couldn’t have been any happier.

I wanted to remember everything about this moment forever. My dress was still in place, but the skirt was wrapped around my waist. My panties were somewhere between my knees and my calves. I could feel them around my legs, so Odin hadn't completely removed them.

I shifted towards him, trying to take in every detail. He was laying half on top of me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, and his head was lying on my shoulder, facing me. I was gripping the back of his dress shirt, but the material of his pants kept scratching my legs. His citrus scent filled my nose.

My head lay at the bottom of the bed with the blankets underneath me. When I had first hidden in here, the sheets had been stiff from starch. They were now wrinkled, and one corner was in danger of unhooking from the bottom of the bed behind Odin. I stared at the ceiling as I held Odin in my arms. They'd painted it white as an accent color to the rest of the room. It waspretty, and I'd have to remember that if I ever decorated. That was such an asinine thing to think of that I couldn't contain my laughter. It spilled from my lips in thick waves. I was happy.

Odin shifted slightly so that he had a better view of me. He was quiet as he searched my face for the cause of my laughter.

"I am happy," I answered his unasked question with a smile. He frowned, but the arm around my waist tightened. Was he not as happy as I was?

“I am not,” he grumbled. “That wasn’t the way this was supposed to go. I was supposed to wine you, dine you, and then end the date with lovemaking. You get me, Serena? Lovemaking.” He let out ahmphsound. It blew through my hair, causing it to dance for a second.

I laughed even harder, pulling at the back of his shirt in my hand. "If you hadn't waited so long, you could have done that."

"I was being respectful, for the first time in my life, and this is how it goes." He was frowning, but I didn't think he was really upset.

I loosened my hold on his shirt and rubbed a soothing hand down his back. He was still grumbly.

My laughter eventually died down, and Odin made a half-hearted move to stand from the bed. "Let me up, and we'll shower. I am sure there are robes in here somewhere."

I gave him a few minutes and then lightly bopped him on his head.

He sighed again and rolled to the edge of the bed to stand, never leaving my line of sight as he removed his dress shirt and pants. The fly of his boxers was wide open, and his dick sprung through the opening. There was something erotic about knowing he'd just been inside me, and that if I licked him, he would taste like us. I had this intense craving take over me. I needed to know what we tasted like.

I quickly sat up and crawled to him, not bothering to fix my clothes. His eyes darkened as he watched me, neither one of us saying a word. When I reached the other side of the bed, I kneeled, reaching out my hands. He took a step closer to me, and my hands lined up with his hips. I gripped the edge of his boxers and yanked them away from his body.

He bent over and rested his forehead against mine, his hands on my cheeks. "You don't have to do this," he told me.

"I want to know what we taste like."

He ran a finger down his dick and held it up to my lips. Our eyes locked as I sucked his finger into my mouth, licking it clean. When I pulled away, I scrapped my teeth down his finger. He let out a hissing sound. I wanted to hear it again.

I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing like I had seen him do to himself. It was the right move because he hissed loudly again. It echoed off the walls of the hotel room. I repeated it a few times, and when he jerked in my hand, I released my grip and bent over to lick around his crown. It wasn't enough as I traced patterns up and down his dick with my tongue. It would never be enough.

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