[Thor had every intention of taking it slow, until the rush hit. That he might have misled Bryn doesn't occur to him, it seems natural to pick up the pace when she makes her noises and speaks to him like that.
If he was planning on drawing it out, even when he's so close, he loses the resolve when she rolls her hips forward and murmurs. The way her legs tighten around him gives him a sense of assurance that he should proceed.
That not everyone can discern their actions doesn't dull the excitement he gets from taking her here, in front of everyone.]
As you wish. [He responds, softly, but his movements are a little firmer. He presses his hips upward, closing the gap between them in seconds. A groan escapes his lips against her ear and he braces a hand on the wall behind them.]
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If he was planning on drawing it out, even when he's so close, he loses the resolve when she rolls her hips forward and murmurs. The way her legs tighten around him gives him a sense of assurance that he should proceed.
That not everyone can discern their actions doesn't dull the excitement he gets from taking her here, in front of everyone.]
As you wish. [He responds, softly, but his movements are a little firmer. He presses his hips upward, closing the gap between them in seconds. A groan escapes his lips against her ear and he braces a hand on the wall behind them.]