Firsts by Rosalie Stanton Page B

practically sprinted for it.
     
    “OhGod .”
     
    “Mmm,” he agreed, releasing her with a wetplop . “Fucking right. You have any idea how hot you are? How fucking good you feel?” She managed to pry her eyes open, having not realized they had fallen closed. Thorn's attention was thoroughly taken with the wet plunges his fingers took into her pussy; he only glanced up to tell her, “Could spend all day here. Watching this. Watching you swallow me. You're so pretty. Stretching around me, taking me in, and you're all mine.All mine.”
     
    “Mmmm,” Savannah murmured. “Why…why did you…?”
     
    “Told you. I was gonna pop. Wanted you so long… Had you… Couldn't hold off. Need you to come first.” He dived for her clit again, drawing her into his mouth and massaging her with furious intent that betrayed his own need.
     
    This time when her body unwound, he didn't wait, didn't ride out the waves with her. The second he felt her tremble, Thorn was on her, over her, nuzzling her throat and easing his cock inside her again.
     
    “Oh yes,” he murmured, his hips beginning their dance. “Fuck yes.”
     
    “Thorn…”
     
    “Sorry, love.” He raised his head just enough to smile into her eyes. “Know you wanted to be on top. Just couldn't help myself.”
     
    Words fell away the next instant, leaving her awash in sensation. Her body was on a high, ripples of pleasure splitting her apart and welcoming Thorn's desperate thrusts as he barreled toward his own release. The bedsprings whined and wheezed, the headboard banging recklessly against the wall only barely overwhelming the wet slap of their bodies smacking together.
    Savannah gasped and clawed, her nails raking down Thorn's arms, her hips rolling up against him every time he pulled away. Her body was exhausted but famished at the same time. For everything he gave, she wanted more.
     
    “Yes,” she murmured. “Ohhh…God.”
     
    “Savannah, Savannah, Savannah…” His fingers pried between them, settling on her swollen clit. It felt so good it hurt, but she couldn't bat him away. “So good.”
     
    “Gahhh…”
     
    “Wanna feel you come again. Think you can come one more time for me?” He played her slowly, his strokes featherlight. “Want you to strangle my prick.”
     
    Oh God, he would to kill her, but she hadn't the strength or the will to fight him. “Thorn…”
     
    “I love you.” He kissed her brow. “I love you.”
     
    Some words were spoken. Those words lived.
     
    And it served as all she needed to spiral again into orgasm. This one came from nowhere: no buildup, no burn, nothing but a spontaneous explosion of ecstasy, her vaginal muscles clamping hard around him, squeezing him so tight, he nearly became a part of her. She heard him roar but didn't follow the words, and when his body tightened, she threw her arms around him and held him against her breast as he spilled himself inside her.
     
    The world stilled after that, leaving only their harsh breaths in the wake of what they had shared. Nothing mattered at the moment. The world would still belong when they returned to themselves. Pleasure had rendered Savannah a dizzy mess, Thorn's words inspiring her with giddiness that would have frightened her once—once, but never again.
     
    “Oh God…” Thorn murmured, dropping a kiss upon her lips. “Savannah…”
     
    She grinned and ran her fingers through his hair. “Was I worth the wait?”
     
    A beat. Then he smiled one of his smiles, kissed her again, and whispered, “Sweetheart, you're worth anything.”
     
    Pure, unadulterated happiness—happiness unlike anything she'd ever experienced or even thought shecould experience—spread through her body. They would have nothe end ; instead they had crossed one barrier, but a thousand others lay before them—things they would get to share, things they would experience together. And in looking at him, she believed his faith in the words he spoke. He gave her