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“You got any roommates?” He ushered her inside.

“No. Just me.” She ignored the little voice that kept reminding her she didn’t really know this man. It was not like he was a total stranger, though. After all, she knew where he worked. Regardless of how he made his living, he was a local citizen with a legal business permit.

Fumbling with the buttons on her jacket, she managed to remove it and stash it away with her purse in the closet.

“Let me check around to make sure the place is secure.” Thor was already halfway across the living room.

“It was locked—”

“Back door? Every window?”

He’s just being protective
, she told herself, and decided to let him do his thing—poking his head into every room and testing locks everywhere. His scouting mission did make her feel safer. Truth be told, the quiet house often gave her the willies when she returned late at night.

She wouldn’t mind letting Thor help her keep the silence at bay this evening, plus she wanted to know him better. So the question uppermost in her mind was how she could get him to stay longer.

She nearly collided with him on her way to the kitchen. “Want some coffee?”

He steadied her with his hands on both shoulders. “Coffee is good when you need to function. But you don’t. The best thing for you is to get to bed and sleep it off.”

“I told you, I’m all right,” she protested, reluctant to end their time together. This date was a one-time shot. Once Thor left, she would have no excuse to see him again.

“Do you have any super B-complex vitamins?”

“What?”

“Super B, best thing for staving off a hangover. Where are they?”

She directed him to the bathroom, and while he rummaged through the medicine cabinet, she perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. She laid her head down on her arms. Maybe he was right about her condition. Her head was swimming, but it felt good. No worries…

“Here, take these.” He handed her a glass of water and two long, yellow tablets.

She swallowed them dutifully. How good it felt to have someone fuss over her. Especially someone as attractive as Thor.

“Now, let’s get you into bed.” He scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

In Shelley’s mind, an alarm went off, but it was faint and far away. Mostly, she enjoyed the short ride through the tilting house. Now that her feet had left the floor, disorientation became more pronounced.

Thor laid her crosswise on the bed. Kneeling, he removed her shoes and socks. His warm hands on her bare feet felt incredibly sensual. He massaged her toes and the ball of one foot, causing unrelated areas of her body to twitch with pleasure.

“Ah, that feels good,” she said. “Don’t quit now.”

After both feet had gotten their share of massaging, he got to his feet and leaned over her to unbutton her jeans.

Yes
,
she thought.
Yes!
There was nothing in the world she wanted more than to feel his touch.

Strong hands pulled her blouse loose from her jeans and carefully unfastened the buttons down the front. He pulled her into a sitting position long enough to remove the blouse and unfasten her bra in back.

Cool air flowed over her bare breasts, causing her nipples to harden. She lay back on the bed, luxuriating in the sensual awareness he roused in her.

He’s only moments away from making love to me!
The thought tantalized her.

“God, you’re beautiful!” He sank down beside her, reaching with one hand to cup her breast. He gently squeezed the fullness, then rubbed his thumb pad across her erect nipple.

Shelley sighed with pleasure, wanting more from him, yet unsure how to ask. Little by little, her decorum ebbed away. If he only knew what his touch did to her self-control!

When he put both his hands on her breasts, she smiled and raised her arms over her head, stretching like a cat. The throbbing between her legs grew so strong she wasn’t sure how much longer she could rein in her passion.

“You like that?” His voice was deep and throaty.

“Yes.” She moaned, throwing caution to the winds. “Take me, Thor. Now!”

His hands stilled on her body. “Ah…no, sweetheart. Much as I’d like, I can’t take advantage of a tipsy woman.”

“What?” The familiar sting of rejection brought tears to her eyes. “I keep telling you, I’m not—”

“Shelley—”

“But I
am
horny!”

He smiled and shook his head as though in wonder. “We can discuss that condition when you’re fully conscious.” He showed his reluctance to follow through with his decision by continuing to play with her breasts.

“Thor! You’re torturing me!”

“I know, baby. I’m suffering, too. But we’d better wait.”

She placed her hands atop his to feel his fingers moving on her breasts. “Do you know why I went to your shop this afternoon? Why I really went there? I was trying to get up enough nerve to ask you…”

“Ask me what?”

“If you would make good on your offer. You said you would tutor me in the finer points of sex.”

“Baby, you know I will. It would be my sublime pleasure.”

“Then what are you waiting for? I’m ready.”

He groaned. “You deserve more than a quick fuck. You’re under the influence, and I can’t in good conscience—”

“I’m not incapacitated, I’m just less inhibited than usual. Please, Thor, do me!”

“You’re too sexy for your own good!” He lowered his mouth to her right breast. His tongue felt so hot on her skin! The way his beard and mustache brushed her flesh was the most erotic thing she had ever imagined.

“Fuck me, Thor!”

“You have no idea how much I want to!” His trembling hands stroked her body on each side from rib cage to hip, gripped the waistband of her jeans and slid them down her legs. His mouth followed, leaving a trail of kisses down across her stomach and belly.

“Yes, Thor! Yes!”
If he so much as touched her where it counted, she would become his willing slave.
She kicked her jeans and panties off her ankles, letting them drop to the floor.

Slowly he rose to his feet, obviously torn. “I can’t.”

Entirely naked, she squirmed on the bed, glorying in the feel of the soft coverlet against her back. The cool air flowing across her skin contributed to her feeling of abandonment. She wanted him on top of her, rubbing his bare skin on hers. She parted her legs in a silent invitation.

Thor’s expression, as he gazed down at her, reflected his painful dilemma. Kneeling again beside the bed, he gripped her upper thighs and made a wistful sound. He lowered his head to kiss the inside of her knee.

“You little vixen!” he said. “I won’t fuck you tonight. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. But if you feel the same way in the morning, I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.”

“I’ll die if I have to wait until then!”

With a strangled sound, he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. “All right, darling. Spread your knees wider.”

When she did so, he stroked a finger down her slippery crease. Fire spread through her, out of control. She thrust her hips up against his hand, whimpering from the force of her desire.

With his thumbs, he parted her labia, and bent to plunge his tongue inside. His soft hair brushed her inner thighs and his coarser mustache pressed against her clit, awakening nerves she didn’t know she had.

She cried out, nearly overwhelmed with the intense stimulation. Nothing in this world had ever felt so good. She lifted her legs, one at a time, and propped them on his broad shoulders, giving him access to any part of her that he wanted.

His tongue moved to her clit, and she screamed his name. He pressed his mouth against her firmly, sucking and teasing her engorged bud with the tip of his tongue.

Delirious with pleasure, she closed her eyes and panted for air. More! She craved more of his tender mercy! The power of her long-suppressed desires consumed her like a raging fire, spreading through her body and sizzling on her skin. Deep inside, she bloomed outward like a flower reaching for the sun.

God in heaven!
Never let this sweet torture end!

Muscles deep within her pelvis contracted, absorbing his energy, begging for more. The convulsive waves that followed sent her spinning into a flight of rapture. Not until the orgasm released her completely from its grip did he stop and lift his head.

“Thor!” she cried. “It was wonderful!”

“That’s just a hint of things to come,” he promised. He gathered her into his arms and slipped her under the covers. “Your education is just beginning.”

“Don’t go. Please. Sleep with me tonight.” Just the thought of welcoming him into her bed aroused her again.

He began stripping off his clothes. “I have no intention of leaving.”

* * * * *

When Thor awoke the next morning, dawn’s light was gleaming around the edges of the window shades. He reached out for Shelley. The place beside him was vacated, yet still warm from Shelley’s body.

The sound of water running in the bathroom lured him out of bed. A wedge of light showed him the bathroom door was ajar—probably on purpose. He entered and paused when he spotted Shelley’s blurry form through the glass shower enclosure. Steam wafted out over the open top, clouding the atmosphere. The scent of peaches filled the air.

The details of her body were indistinct through the water-drenched glass, but he made out the lines of her figure. She appeared to be lathering her hair with shampoo.

She opened the shower door a crack and peered out. Her hair was swooped up on her head, covered with suds. Her eyes widened at sight of him.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

“Fine. Just fine.” Her gamine smile gave her an impish appeal. “The vitamins worked.”

“Good.” Thor grinned and stepped into the shower. “Let me give you a hand.”

His brawny body left little extra space for her. She retreated to the far corner, smiling happily.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing a washcloth off a small rack hanging from the shower pipe. “Let me scrub your back.”

She handed him a tube of bath gel and turned around. He squeezed a dollop of the viscous liquid onto the cloth and rubbed it in circles across her shoulders and down her spine. She almost purred.

Not satisfied, Thor dropped the cloth and ran his bare hands over her smooth satiny skin.
Oops!
He glanced down as his cock jumped to attention.
Oh, well…

Reaching for the bath gel again, he whispered, “Spread your legs.”

To his surprise, she followed his instructions without hesitation. Her hands were still moving idly through her sudsy hair, which put her elbows on a level with her ears. He started up high, stroking her arms from the elbows down to the exquisite hollows under her arms, then further down her rib cage to the swell of her hips. She was sure a curvy little thing, he realized, spanning her waist with his hands.

He pulled her back against himself and rubbed his cock against her round bottom. God she felt good! His hands cupped her breasts and rubbed in a circular motion until her nipples were as hard as two buttons. Moving down to her pubic area, he lathered her springy short hairs, before gently exploring her most intimate places.

She moaned and sagged against him.

He ran a finger across her clit several times, enjoying the way she shuddered each time.

Placing his hands on her waist, he turned her to face him. His cock got wedged against her stomach, and her eyes popped open. Shampoo drifted down her forehead, threatening to blind her.

He grabbed the shower nozzle off the hook above her head. The flexible tubing allowed him to angle the spray to rinse her face and hair. Patches of foam slid down her body, lodging briefly on her breasts and continuing their journey south. Sheets of warm water bounced off her, splattering his skin.

When she was free of soap, he surrendered to a wicked impulse and directed the spray between her legs. The little vamp grinned and widened her stance. With his free hand, he adjusted the setting on the sprayer to a stronger pulse. She watched his motions as though spellbound. Her wet eyelashes had clumped into points, and her hair molded itself to her head and neck. Her body was sleek as an otter.

He leaned down to lick drops of water off the slope of her right breast, then teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

She closed her eyes. “Mmm…”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and continued to explore the smooth surface. A line of fire burned from his mouth straight down through his body directly to his crotch. His cock strained upward, pulsing with need.

She stood still as the warm water cascaded down her thighs. He gently probed her with one finger and kept the spray vibrating against her.

Her body trembled. “Ahh, yes!” She reached up to grip his shoulders as though she didn’t trust her sense of balance. “I’ll give you until noon to quit that.”

“I’ve got more plans for you than just that.” He hung the showerhead back on its hook so he could use both hands. He pushed her gently against the shower wall to provide stability, then knelt on one knee before her. Reinserting one finger deeply inside her, he tested her readiness for fucking. Oh, yes, she was definitely aroused.