<div class="floatright">(http://s1.wallls.com/images/0/1366x768/wallls.com-4470.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>7:29pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><br/><hr/>"Ooh!" Jane giggled with surprise as Thor pulled her backwards, tugging them both onto the mattress. She sank against him, her breasts pressed firmly against his broad chest, the damp cloth of her panties straddling his growing erection.<br/><br/>"I'll say," she agreed with a mischievous grin with his assessment that he was again "ready," angling her hips to rub her moistening womanhood against the teasing thrust of his cock. Her expression softened then when Thor spoke of "becoming one." Yes, the phrase was a bit quaint by today's standards, but something about the reverent way he said it just made it seem so...special, somehow, more truly romantic than sex with any of her past boyfriends had ever been.<br/><br/>Jane was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him again, and so she did, her lips meeting Thor's softly at first, then more insistent before she abruptly pulled away. "Touch my pussy first," she whispered low in his ear.<br/><br/>Maybe the slang term would be lost on Thor, but Jane couldn't bring herself to be clinical, not at a time like this. To demonstrate her point, she leaned up a little and guided one of his hands back under the band of her panties.