My thumbs hook into my panties as if they have a mind of their own, and I slide them down my legs until they pool at my ankles. I kick my panties away and find Thorne’s eyes.
I don’t feel exposed. I don’t feel embarrassed because he undoubtedly notices how wet I am. No, what I feel is pure, molten desire.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“Come here,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
“You’re sure about this, right? Because once we do this, there’s no going back for me. You’ll have all of me. Forever.”
“I’m sure.”
It’s true. I’ve spent my whole life being careful. Choosing the practical path, the sensible option. Following the plan. And where has it gotten me? Burned out, exhausted, desperately unhappy. But here with Thorne, I don’t feel any of that. I feel alive. I feel like the version of myself I’ve always wanted to be.
He closes the distance between us in mere nanoseconds, and his mouth is on mine again. Finally.
Then, he softly lets his hands roam down my back. They land on my bare ass, and I instinctively push into him while I use my hands to unbutton his pants.
He helps me with the zipper and quickly throws the rest of his clothes to the floor too. I forget how to speak, how to breathe. All I see is Thorne’s muscled body. The dark hair on his chest that leads further down, over his stomach, to his… Fuck. His dick is right there, hard and thick, with pre-cum dripping from the tip. I don’t know what it will feel like to have him slide inside me, but I do know that I can’t wait to find out.
“I’m going to slowly worship every gorgeous inch of you, Naomi. I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll never doubt choosing me.”
I nod, even though slow is the last thing I want. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for someone like him.
“Don’t hold back. Please,” I say, almost begging him.
Something dark flashes in his eyes, and he gently nudges me onto the bed so I fall on my back. Before I realize what’s happening, he pushes my legs open and buries his face between my thighs.
“Never tasted anything better,” he growls.
His beard reflects in the candlelight, my wetness all over it. He bends back down and lets his tongue circle my clit. Fuck. He knows exactly how to drive me crazy. He’s leading me straight to seventh heaven.
His fingers find my pussy, and he pushes three inside, hitting the exact right spot. The sensation makes me whimper and cry out his name.
“That’s right. Let me hear what I do to you,” he says in a low voice.
His fingers gently stretch my pussy while his tongue sucks my sensitive clit. The dual sensation overwhelms me, and I’m already close.
“Oh, God,” I pant. “Thorne, I—”
“Yes, come for me, Naomi.”
I pound my fists onto the bed, writhing on the sheets as my orgasm crashes over me. Pleasure ripples through my entire body and makes me forget my own name.
When I can finally breathe again, I find him watching me with such heat in his eyes that all I want is him inside me.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. I need to see that again. I want to feel you come around my dick,” he says.
I nod eagerly. “Yes. Please, Thorne. I need you inside me.”
He reaches for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. I watch as he rolls it on, and a flicker of nervousness runs through me. He’s so big… How will he ever fit?
He must see it on my face because he settles between my thighs and kisses me tenderly. “We’ll go slow. If it’s too much, if you want to stop, just tell me.”
“Okay.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his dick pressing against me. “Deep breath,” he instructs, and then he’s pushing inside.
The stretch is intense, borderline painful, but not unbearable. He moves slowly, kissing me as he gives me time to adjust. When he’s halfway in, he pauses.
