Firsts by Rosalie Stanton Page A

feels…”
     
    “Wonderful.” Thorn sighed. His hands abandoned her hips in favor of her breasts. “Feel so hot. So tight. Gonna squeeze me till I pop, you are.” A pause, then he lifted himself off the bed to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, driving his cock deeper within her. “So wonderful…Savannah…”
     
    “Ohh, that's good.” Savannah's eyes fell shut for a second before flying open with conviction.
    She didn't want to miss a second. Every flash that seized his face, every time his mouth fell open, every shade of everything that clouded his gaze remained hers to treasure, and she didn't want to miss any of it. “Thorn…”
     
    His teeth scraped along her nipple. “So lovely. That's it, kitten…” Without warning, his mouth released her breast, and he fell back to the mattress, hands bracing her back and taking her with him, so her breasts pressed against his chest. Then his fingers gripped her ass, subtly guiding her strokes until a steady rhythm developed between them. “Ride me just like that,” he encouraged softly, stealing a kiss off her lips. “So good. God, you feel so good.”
     
    “Really?”
     
    She hadn't intended to let the word escape, but it did somehow. Pain lived as a thing of the past; she felt nothing now but the steady drives of his cock into her body. He felt so slick and hard, large and consuming; she became blissfully unaware of anything that existed outside ofthis . The all-encompassing warmth burning from within, greedy, hungry formore more more of whatever he had to give.
     
    “Never,” Thorn swore. “I swear it; I'venever felt anything like this. You're…God yes…”
     
    Courage fueled her strokes, making them harder, more desperate. Savannah didn't push her boundaries; when something began to hurt, she drew herself back, retreating to a place where only pleasure lived. The muscles in her thighs might have been protesting, but she ignored them, ignored the familiar tingle of embarrassment at the warm flood between her legs, ignored everything but Thorn and focused on sensation. And yes, she felt the intangible as well; felt love in his fingers every time they brushed her flesh, every time his lips caressed hers, every time he moaned into her skin.
     
    “Fuck.” Thorn's head snapped back, his eyes wide. “Not gonna last.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Inside you. First time. So hot and tight, and I can't… Not gonna last.” Without ceremony, he used his grip on her ass to lift her off his cock entirely.
     
    “What?”
     
    “Can't last. Need to feel you come.” He pressed his lips hard against hers and broke away just as quickly; the next thing she knew, he'd flipped her onto her back and slid down her body, planting kisses as he went.
     
    Savannah felt too startled to register the inner outcry—the need burning within that screamed its frustration at being left alone—and therefore didn't know how to vocalize her discomfort.
    How could she begin to convey what she needed when she didn't know it herself? Thankfully Thorn's arms slipped under her hips and lifted her pussy to his eager mouth before her confusing jumble of thoughts had her brain misfiring on overload.
     
    “Sorry, love,” Thorn murmured, licking her clit. “I was gonna lose it.”
     
    The all-consuming body tremors had started again. “I…thought…that was a good thing?”
    Savannah offered, before her voice rode out on a moan.Gah , it seemed difficult to think ofanything with his mouth performing miracles against her flesh. The teasing hints and licks disappeared; rather, he drank her with desperation she didn't recognize. His fingers slipped inside her in a flash, stretching her, pumping into her, filling her…Oh yes… His lips and tongue took over her clit, sucking and pulling, doing that head-waggy thing that sent vibrations through her insides and fanned the fire burning within. A second ago, she'd been on a path toward something she couldn't yet name; now she