Page 21 of Meet Odin

I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle that. I took a quick look at him to see if he was serious. He was staring back at me. “You’ll beg me for it when you’re ready.” I breathed a small sigh of relief.

He continued to trace the petal up and down my body. When he’d get tired with the one he had, he’d throw it back on the bed and grab another one. When there were no petals left, he threw the last one back on the bed and slid the strap of my nightgown down my arm. Replacing his hands with his mouth, he kissed my skin. Odin took his time learning me. I was so turned on that I didn't care when he removed the nightgown. It was on the floor, and I was completely bared to him. He kissed my stomach as he kneeled in between my legs.

“One day, you’ll be round with my baby.”

My heart skipped a beat for this man. When my marriage had been first announced, the women in my family took it upon themselves to prepare me for the worst. My mother was particularly harsh in all the ways Odin could mistreat me. I didn't have any life experiences to refute their claims. 'One day' meant everything to me. There would be time to learn about my husband without the added stress of trying to conceive.

“Practice makes perfect,” I said to him.

“I don’t need to practice. I need to be balls deep in you.”

Leaning forward, his hands bracketed my head. I waited in anticipation to see what he would do. He just stared into my eyes, until he swooped down and kissed me. My arms wrapped around his back, and I held him close to me so that we were chest to chest. I could feel the outline of his hard dick pressed against me, and I wanted more. I wanted to replace my first experience with memories of my husband.

When I came up for air, I looked deep into Odin’s eyes and told him to make love to me. I needed him more than I could have ever imagined. “I need you to come, first.” He kissed me again. My bones melted at each touch of his lips.

He rolled up and kneeled between my legs again, placing his hands on my thighs and gently spreading them open.

“Is this alright?” he asked me as he watched for any sign of distress. I hoped he thought I was nervous as a virgin on her wedding night and not anything else. I nodded my head yes.

He slid his hand gently from my hip, over my mound, to my clit. He flicked my clit, and I instantly arched off the bed. It hadn’t hurt, but my body had been shocked.

“More,” I moaned.

He placed the pad of his finger directly on my clit and started to rub small circles around it. I was in heaven. This is what it was supposed to feel like. I lost myself in his touch. In the pleasure that he was pulling from my body. He wasn’t rushed, and every time I looked at him, he was looking right back at me with a hungry look in his eye.

“You’re a good girl, letting me play with you like this. I have a confession to make. I can’t wait to dirty you up. To take you anywhere, anytime I feel like it. You’ll like it because you’re my wife.”

My body almost bent in two as I arched up from the bed, falling over the cliff into a pleasurable abyss, his fingers still tracing circles on my clit.

I had been out running my worries for the last year. I worried that my family would know I had been attacked. I worried that the undercover cop would do it again, as a way to punish me for not participating in his investigation. I worried that my husband wouldn’t find me attractive. I worried that he wouldn’t want me for me, and I’d be left to a life of despair. I constantly worried that I wasn’t good enough. I was mentally exhausted from the juggling act.

As I slowly came back to reality, the worries that I had been outrunning fell away. Looking at my husband, I didn’t have to worry anymore by myself. I could rely on him, and he’d be strong when I couldn’t.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I fell asleep - on my wedding night.

***

Odin

My wife was asleep.

One orgasm, and she had fallen asleep.

I chuckled softly as I stared down into her sleeping face.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. She had been running on empty for awhile.

I licked her pussy one time to taste her. I wouldn’t beak her trust in me, but I was a man. I wanted to taste my wife. I wanted her as a willing participant, so even though I didn’t like it, I would wait. Sliding in next to her, I shifted her onto her side and then pulled her into my body from behind. Wrapping my arm around her, I held her in my arms. Kissing her shoulder, I whispered to her “You’re mine, Serena.”

***