<div class="floatright">(http://ris.fashion.telegraph.co.uk/RichImageService.svc/imagecontent/1/TMG9456275/m/diorskin_2301310a.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:11 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane felt a pang in her heart at Thor’s admission that he wanted her. How could she doubt such sincerity? There was more than mere lust in that honest tone, and those emotions spurred her on to lean over and press her lips to his in a deep kiss.<br/><br/>She sat up with a gasp for breath, and her sailor-themed bra was slipped off, abandoned with her other clothes. Her breasts, laid bare, were not overly large, but they were perky, and her nipples were firm, a dusky pink. “Eager, hmm?” Jane grinned at Thor’s next suggestion, but she couldn’t honestly say that she wasn’t practically humming with anticipation herself. They’d waited a<em>long</em>time for this.<br/><br/>Taking his hands in her own, Jane placed his palms against her breasts, cupping them. “Touch me,” she requested instead, squirming in place over his clothed erection, rubbing her dampening panties over Thor’s firm bulge.