“Do not dare stop.”
He didn’t. He let go of his control, completely. Both of his hands went back to her hips so that he could haul her up against him as he thrust. Over and over. Hard. Deep. She was moaning. His heart was pounding. And he could feel the avalanche of pleasure coming.
He wanted to fuck her forever, but that wasn’t going to happen. Too intense. Too powerful. Too strong to hold back.
Maisey gave a sharp cry, and he felt the contractions of her inner muscles around him as she came. Hell, yes.
He thrust again and again. Lost, blind, to everything but the way she felt. And when his climax hit, the eruption slammed through him with so much force that his breath choked out. The whole damn world seemed to shatter around him and the only thing that remained—
Maisey.
Chapter Twelve
She’d been doing it wrong.
Maisey understood this truth with one hundred percent certainty. Sex had never been like this for her. It had never felt this good.
She’d been doing it way, way wrong before. Or maybe her partners had. Whatever. This—this was a whole other level of pleasure. So good that her body still quivered. So good that aftershocks were exploding through her. So good that she wanted to have sex with Odin a million more times, please.
“Thanks for straightening that out for me,” Maisey murmured.
Odin’s head slowly lifted. His expression was both savage, and sated. He was heart-stoppingly gorgeous, and he was also still in her.
“I won’t make the mistake again,” she added. Nope, she would not be repeating that error. Never, ever again. He’d gone and ruined her for the amateurs.
His lips brushed over hers. “What the hell are you talking about?” But the words were oddly tender. Almost like an endearment.
“Now I know what it’s supposed to feel like. Won’t be able to settle for anything less ever again.” A glow seemed to spread through her, and she just had to ask, “Was it…was it really good for you, too?”
Odin shook his head.
Her heart squeezed. “I’m sorry. I, uh, if you show me what you like, then I can do better.”
“The hell you can.”
Her eyes widened.
“It wasn’t really good, Maisey. You were the best ever. Got it? Ever. So good, so make-me-crazy-perfect, that I need you again.”
He was still in her. Still big in her. “Again, as in…right now?”
But he withdrew. Pulled out of her and she winced because she might be the tiniest bit sore. Not that she’d noticed the soreness before, but—
He strode away. Didn’t say anything. She rolled over and watched his ass and almost whistled because, damn, every single inch of him was muscle. Steel. Strength. And—he was back. Already heading toward her and now she had a view of his front.
Maisey swallowed.
He bent. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out another condom. Staring at her, he slowly rolled it over his thick length.
Then he waited.
Her gaze rose to catch his.
“Right now,” he said flatly.
That was some admirable recovery time. She made a mental note of it even as she scrambled upright. “Are you always like this?”
He eased onto the bed. Stretched out. “Right now, I can’t think beyond you, so I have no clue.” He motioned toward her. “You’re up.”
“Excuse me?”
“On top. You control it this time. Otherwise, I’ll be too hard.”
She rather thought he was already too hard. But she wasn’t exactly sure that was a problem.
“I don’t want to be too rough with you.”
Oh, he’d meant hard that way.
“You show me what you need,” Odin added.
“That’s simple.” But she crawled on top of him. Straddled him and pressed her hands to his chest. “I need you.”
His eyes widened. “Maisey, what am I supposed to do with you?”
Everything. His cock pressed to the entrance of her body. But she didn’t move to take him inside. Not yet. Instead, she leaned down and her tongue licked over one tight nipple.
Odin hissed out a breath.
She took that as a sign that he liked what she was doing, so she licked him again. Opened her mouth. Sucked.
“Baby, you are pushing…”
Yes, she was. And she liked doing it. Her hips arched down against him, taking the head of his cock inside of her just the smallest bit. She tensed a little, worried about pain, but…
Only pleasure.
She was wet and sensitive and every small push of his cock into her was sending off little waves of pleasure. She kept rocking against him, taking him in deeper. Ever so slowly. She worked him inside of her even as she licked and played with him. Her hands slid down his chest. Felt the raw power beneath her touch.
“All the way, Maisey. Take all of me.” His hands clamped around her hips.
She looked at him. His expression was so fierce and hungry.
Did she look the same way?
Her hands pushed down against his chest. She lifted her upper body and pressed down with her hips.
All the way. He lodged fully inside of her. Maisey’s head tipped forward and her hair fell around her face as she took a moment to savor having him all the way inside of her. He filled her completely. So tight. So full. Curious, experimenting, she deliberately clamped her inner muscles around him a little more with a squeeze.
“Maisey!” His hold hardened on her.
She did it again.
And saw Odin break.
He heaved up against her. His hips pounded with fast and frantic thrusts and she held on as she enjoyed the hell out of the ride. He drove deep. She felt him in every inch of her core. He was driving into her, she was shoving down against him, and they were racing toward release. Maisey could feel the climax coming. It was bearing down on her even as he thrust into her again and again.
She cried out Odin’s name when she came. One moment, she was flying desperately toward release, and in the next instant, her whole body seemed to be going supernova as the pleasure lashed at her.
Odin tumbled her back onto the bed. He grabbed her legs. Lifted them higher. Slammed into her and just had the pleasure increasing. Soaring higher. She didn’t even know if this was another orgasm or if he was just intensifying her feelings. All Maisey knew was that the pleasure was so good it seemed to be consuming her.
Then he was there. Erupting into her. Shoving hard with his hips right before his body stiffened against her. She was staring straight into his eyes when he came. She saw the pleasure wash over his face, and she knew she would never, ever forget the possessive look in his gaze as he whispered, “Mine.”
***
A phone was ringing somewhere. Blearily, Maisey cracked open her eyes. Something big and warm was on top of her. She pushed against it. Realized it was…an arm?
Odin’s arm. He’d curled it around her stomach.
A phone rang again.
“Yours,” Odin rumbled.
Hers?
“Your new phone.” He slid from the bed. The room was in darkness, but he seemed to know exactly where he was going. She strained to see him as her eyes adjusted. He was bending down, picking up a phone from her bag. When had he brought her bag in the room? She didn’t remember. She’d kind of passed out after the second round.