<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.chitramala.in/img2/2011/04/portman-nude300.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>7:36pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jane felt Thor move behind her, the mattress shifting under his weight, and she looked back over her shoulder at him with a contented smile. The strength of that orgasm had taken her by surprise (she preferred not to reflect on what that said about her personal life<em>excluding</em>Norse gods from other dimensions), and she panted to catch her breath.<br/><br/>He pulled her into a kiss, and she could taste her own fluids on his lips. Jane deepened their kiss, gasping as Thor’s fingers explored along her thighs, dancing around her core, where she knew he wanted to touch. The heat of his want was in every line of his expression, and she wasn’t about to deny him (or herself) any longer.<br/><br/>Jane reached back and grasped Thor’s thick length in her hand and rubbed the head along her wet lips, shifting her hips to better align her body with his own. She shivered as she guide his cock to prod against her entrance, her intention unspoken but undoubtedly clear.