<div class="floatright">(http://www.adweek.com/files/imagecache/node-blog/blogs/natalie_portman_dior_1.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>7:34pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jane giggled at Thor’s rather unorthodox request - or the wording of it at least (<em>that</em>was a new one) - but she took his meaning well enough. She eased up, giving him a little more space to breathe and maneuver, and when his lips and tongue found her clit again, she drew in a sharp gasp of breath.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes, right there,” she urged him on and squirmed in place, eyelids fluttering closed. Jane’s palms fluttered aimlessly on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets in clumps, as each swipe of Thor’s tongue brought her closer to orgasm. Even while inexperienced, the demi-god was proving to be quite the attentive lover, and she felt certain that her every breathy moan only egged him on, his lips wrapping tighter around her swollen clit.<br/><br/>“Oh,<em>fuck</em>, so close, sweetie,” she murmured, hardly aware of what she was even saying. Jane rocked her hips, rubbing her clit harder against Thor’s mouth, and that was all it took. Her thighs tensed as her entire body shuddered, and she cried out wordlessly as she came, a small rush of her fluids coating Thor’s tongue.<br/><br/>When she came down from her high, Jane rolled off his chest, collapsing in a pile of limbs beside him on the mattress, panting for breath.