“You seemed really happy talking to that little girl after the show, you know?” he says, glancing at me. “Maybe there’s something there.”
“Maybe I just love compliments.” I put my hand on Thor's leg. "That's enough existential crisis. Tonight, I'm taking your advice: I'm doing what fulfills me and forgetting everything else."
We pull up to the house and he kills the engine. For a moment, we just stare at each other.
That moment is interrupted by our lips crashing together. He pulls me into the driver’s seat with ease, tearing at my unitard and bucking against me.
"Finally," he growls. "And out here, we can be as loud as we want."
I lean back and accidentally hit the horn. Well, he said as loud as we want.
"I am going to fuck your brains out," I huff, holding his face in my hands. "But first, I need to shower. You wouldn't believe how much I sweat in this get-up."
"I don't care..."
"I do. Come on, big guy. You can hold out another fifteen minutes." I slide back over, grab my bag, and open the door. "And I've got something special planned for you. A private show..."
"The Valkyrie is going to perform for me?"
"Just get me set up in the bathroom and go wait for me on the couch. Don't peek. Be patient.”
"I suddenly regret claiming to be a patient man."
Thor's home feels even bigger in the dark. There's so much room for shadows.
He leads me upstairs to the master bathroom, gets me some towels, and reluctantly heads back downstairs. As nice as his shower and tub are, I could spend the whole night in here doing some much-needed self-care.
But I'm just as impatient as he is.
I pull the black dress and heels from my bag, set them out, strip down, and moan under the waterfall showerhead as the hot water takes me.
Steam obscures the shower's wide glass door. Lavender suds from his body wash grace my body, and my hair falls wet down my back as I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.
The door opens.
I turn and find Thor standing naked at the threshold, letting water splash out all over his rustic tile floor.
Every muscle on his body seems primed, so tense and coiled that he might explode. His eyes take me with a frightening hunger. That big cock pulls itself toward me like it's chasing fulfillment.
"What are you doing? I asked you to wait..."
Thor steps into the stream, backing me against the sweaty wall. Water cascades down his barrel chest. The head of his cock pokes my belly as if to claim it.
He reaches out, takes my neck, and rolls his thumb up my throat and over my chin.
"Sorry," he says, "but I can't wait a moment longer."
My sexy little plan evaporates as Thor pulls me into a searing wet kiss. Water rains down on us, spreading the suds from my body to his. My fingers explore the firmness of his broad back, so smooth that I can't get a grip.
I don't say another word. I don't complain that he spoiled my surprise.
I kiss him like his lips are the only source of fulfillment I'll ever find in this world.
I’m lifted off my feet, pinned against the wall, spread open for this giant of a man. He holds me so easily that I feel weightless.
We don't break eye contact as he presses the tip of his cock into me for the first time.
"I've been waiting for this," he huffs, water dripping from his lips, "my entire life."
