<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://standrivel.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/chris-hemsworth-shirtless-australia-8.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower Living Quarters, Jane's Suite<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:30 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor appeared to be saying exactly the right kind of things to push Jane's buttons, her adorable giggles and sweet smiles, every movement of her come-hither lips as he flattered her with utmost sincerity were in turn making Thor mad with desire for her. Those compliments and perhaps the wine had worked in conjunction to bring out Jane's panache as she really seemed to be taking control, much moreso than simply being on top would warrant. Not that he was complaining, he needed a guiding hand to ensure he performed his most ably on the woman he wished for his wife during their consummation.<br/><br/>She had indeed been lost in translation telling him where to touch her-he tried to recall every slang term he'd ever heard for the feminine form, mostly from Loki back when they were boys and Loki had thrown out words like 'cunt' though mostly in a derogatory manner. Nothing of the word 'pussy' rang a bell in his mind, but the rubbing of her moist undergarment placed enough emphasis that he was able to deduce what she meant. She took charge once again, however, and manually confirmed that his guess was correct. This was the second time that he'd reached inside her panties and he was not pleased with how the damp cloth was now feeling slightly cold to the open air against his crotch and rather than do as she asked, he simply tore them off and tossed them aside, two neat pieces of what had shielded her loins from his own strewn on either side of the floor on opposite sides of the bed. That had actually been rather arousing, and as he stared longingly at the ripe pink 'pussy', he suddenly got a desire to have a taste, as Jane had done with his manhood.<strong>"Come closer."</strong>he beckoned, licking his lips and wanting to drink of her nectar.