His fingers increased their pace, building me toward release with expert precision. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the tattooed skin, holding on as the pleasure mounted to almost unbearable heights.
"That's it," Thor encouraged, watching my face with fierce concentration. "Let go for me, princess. I've got you."
I was balancing on the knife's edge of climax, so close I could taste it. Thor bent to my ear, his voice a rough command. "Come for me now."
The permission was all I needed. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, each one more intense than the last. I cried out, my body arching off the blankets, held in place only by Thor's weight above me. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, Thor's fingers expertly prolonging it until I was gasping, oversensitive, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
As I slowly came back to myself, trembling with aftershocks, I realized Thor was whispering praise against my skin – telling me how perfect I was, how beautiful, how proud he was of my surrender. The words washed over me, as soothing as his gentle touches.
"Thor," I managed finally, my voice hoarse.
He raised his head, looking at me with such tenderness that my chest ached. "Right here, princess. Always right here."
I reached for him, suddenly desperate to feel him inside me, to complete our connection. "Please," I whispered. "I need every inch of you."
Thor moved above me with careful precision, positioning himself between my thighs. His muscles tensed with restraint, biceps bulging as he held himself over me. I reached up to trace the lines of the world tree tattooed across his chest, following its branches with my fingertips. The masculine beauty of him stole my breath—golden hair falling around his face, blue eyes dark with desire, his expression fierce with concentration as he lined himself up against me. The pendant at my throat caught the amber light as I shifted beneath him, my body aching for completion.
"I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled, and then, before I had chance to reply, he pushed into me, watching my face intently, eyes smoldering with lust.
"Fuck, Mandy," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel incredible."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, using my heels against his lower back to pull him impossibly deeper. The movement made both of us gasp. The emerald collar shifted against my throat, the pendant sliding to rest in the hollow between my collarbones, catching the light as I moved beneath him.
I was hyperaware of every sensation—the weight of Thor above me, the stretch of him inside me, the soft blankets beneath my back, the gentle pressure of the ribbon around my throat. Each point of contact felt electric, heightened by the emotional intensity between us.
Thor began to move, establishing a rhythm that started gentle but gradually built in intensity. His gaze never left mine – this connection was as much about seeing and being seen as it was about physical pleasure. In his eyes, I saw everything: desire, tenderness, fierce protectiveness, and something deeper that made my chest ache.
"Beautiful," he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of the collar, then down to cup my breast. "My perfect girl."
The praise washed over me like warm honey, making my body tingle with pleasure and relief. I felt myself climbing toward release again, my body tightening around him. Thor noticed—he always noticed everything about me—and deliberately slowed his pace, drawing out each thrust until I whimpered with frustration.
"Thor, please," I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders.
A slow smile spread across his face, dangerous and tender all at once. "Patience, princess. I want to remember every second of this."
Thor's hand moved between our bodies, finding my most sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. The dual stimulation made me cry out, arching beneath him.
"That's it, princess," he encouraged, circling with devastating precision. "Let me feel you come around me."
My release was building faster now, a tidal wave I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Thor's thrusts grew more insistent, his own control clearly slipping as his breathing roughened. His movements became more urgent, more primal, the force of his desire no longer completely leashed.
"Let go for me, princess," he commanded, his voice dropping to that register that bypassed my brain and spoke directly to my body. "I've got you. Always got you."
The permission broke something loose inside me. My climax crashed through me with unprecedented intensity, waves of pleasure radiating outward from where we were joined. My entire body convulsed with it, back arching, thighs tightening around his waist.
"Thor!" I cried out.
My release triggered his own. With a guttural sound that was half growl, half my name, Thor drove deep one final time. I felt his body pulse within mine, his powerful frame shuddering as he found his completion. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself above me, not crushing me with his weight even in this most vulnerable moment.
For several heartbeats, neither of us moved. We remained connected, foreheads pressed together, breathing synchronized, hearts pounding against each other. I could feel Thor's heartbeat where our chests pressed together, gradually slowing from racing to steady. The pendant of my collar tapped gently against my throat with each breath.
Eventually, Thor shifted his weight to the side, careful not to crush me as he pulled me against his chest. His arms encircled me, one hand playing idly with my copper hair spread across the pillows. I felt boneless, utterly spent, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure.
"I love all of you," Thor whispered into my hair, his voice quiet but firm with conviction. "Every part."
The simple declaration unlocked something final inside me – a knot of tension I hadn't even realized I was carrying.
"I love you too," I whispered back, the words feeling insufficient for the depth of what I felt.
Thor's arms tightened around me briefly. One large hand came up to cup my cheek, turning my face so he could kiss me softly, a benediction rather than a claiming.
The fairy lights twinkled above us, casting star patterns across our entwined bodies. Outside, the wind whispered through the pines, a gentle soundtrack to our shared breaths. The stuffed animals watched from their shelves, silent witnesses to this merging of worlds. On the table, the champagne remained unopened, the strawberries untouched—there would be time for those later.
For now, it was enough to lie in Thor's arms, wearing his collar, neither fully Little nor completely adult, but something new—something whole. In this sanctuary they'd created together, Mandy felt accepted at last—professional and Little, vulnerable and strong, completely herself and utterly his.
As sleep began to claim me, I found myself unconsciously touching the silver pendant at my throat. It felt right there, like it had always been meant to rest against my skin. The last thing I registered before drifting off was Thor's heartbeat beneath my ear—steady, strong, and constant. Like him. Like us.
