Firsts by Rosalie Stanton

and soaked his hardened flesh, and God, watching him stroke himself made her insides tingle. And before she could blink, she crawled over him, thought detached from action. Every second since that first fateful discussion had led to this moment, but she felt so damn nervous, she could barely keep her mind on track with decisions her body had already made.
     
    “Can I be on top?” she asked softly, blinking hard and looking everywhere but at him.
    “I…uhh…I've been thinking…and reading, and what I've read has… I think it could…be better.
    For me.”
     
    Thorn smiled softly. “That's perfect, love.”
     
    “It is?”
     
    He nodded. “This is for you, and if you're steering, that means you're in charge.”
     
    “That's what I was thinking.”
     
    “And that's the way it should be.”
     
    Savannah inhaled sharply and braced her hands on his shoulders. She still might as well have lived in someone else's body for as at home as she felt in hers, but with Thorn's hands steadying her hips and his eyes keeping her grounded, she managed to calm her raging nerves and merge herself with reality. The silky head of his cock brushed against her wet folds, slipping up against her clit once before aligning perfectly with her opening. And it felt real. They were really together, really here, and really about to cross a hurdle she only got to cross once.
     
    “I love you,” Thorn whispered.
     
    Every muscle in her body relaxed, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I love you too.”
     
    She'd heard losing her virginity ideally compared to pulling off a Band-Aid: quick pain that rapidly receded rather than something long and drawn-out. And perhaps it should embody that metaphor for most women…but as she slowly sank onto his cock, as her vaginal walls parted, as a sweet ache split her in half, she would have traded nothing in the world for the look on her Thorn's face. The pain didn't matter;nothing save the wonderment of sensation mattered. He consumed her with awe and warmth, with light and love beyond anything she'd ever thought could exist. He swallowed her whole, numbed the hurt with adoration and wonder, and when he groaned against her, she knew she'd come home.
     
    “Oh, Savannah…”
     
    Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Ahhh…”
     
    “So good. So fucking good…” He panted hard, hands tightening their grip on her hips. “You all right, baby?”
     
    Her breaths were coming so hard, she wondered if her lungs would survive. Was she all right? God, her world had just been unmade.
     
    “Any pain?” he prompted.
     
    Savannah nodded harshly. “A little,” she replied. “It's…ahh…feel so…full.”
     
    Thorn's eyes shone. “Yeah?” he prompted, swirling his hips almost involuntarily. “Take all the time you need. We've got all night.”
     
    Her teeth scraped along her lower lip, the tiny pinpricks dancing across her skin overpowering the shy virgin once and for all. The barrier no longer existed, and now she needed more. More of what, she didn't know, but from the way Thorn's eyes drank every move she made, every flicker of every emotion that crossed her features, hesitation had no room in the face ofneed.
     
    “Just tell me,” Savannah said softly, “if I do something wrong.”
     
    Thorn laughed nervously. “Sav—”
     
    She lifted herself off his erection, reveling in the way her flesh pulled at his, her body protesting and rejoicing all at once. Movement felt good. Oh yes, very good. Her muscles remained undecided whether to clamp or unwind, but even still, that felt natural. After all, she'd never before asked them to perform for her; she didn't change pace or break away to spare herself the discomfort of newness. Her body wanted to do either at the moment: slow to allow time to adjust or speed to race past the pain, but those sensations appeared secondary to the wonder of being joined.
     
    “Is this all right?” she asked, sinking down again. “It