She reaches up, holding her hand out to me.
I toss my own towel away and lean forward, letting her take my hand in hers and guide me down onto the bed with her. I lie on my side next to her and sweep my fingers from her tender lips, down her jaw, her throat, her body to the point between her legs. I slide them through her folds, finding them hot and swollen. She’s wet between her legs.
“Thorne,” she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and urging me to climb on top of her.
She opens her legs. I rest my knees between them, brace my arms around her pretty head.
“Are you ready?” she asks me.
“Briony,” I tell her, “I want you to know?—”
“There’s nothing to say, Thorne. Nothing you could tell me that I don’t already know.”
“But I’ve never said it before, Briony, although I felt it right from the beginning, I’ve never said it and I want to say it now. I want you to know. I love you.”
She smiles up at me and tears glisten in her eyes. I can hear Dray’s voice in my head –what the hell are you doing making a girl cry when you’re in bed with them, dude?– but I shake that thought away. My thoughts are all hers when she responds:
“I love you too. So please?—”
I sink my hips down.
I expect it to be messy, awkward, for me to fumble around, but my cockhead catches inside her entrance almost immediately, making a million sparks explode inside my brain. I grip the covers in my fists and I watch her face as I sink my cock deep inside her.
Pleasure swims across her face and I did that.Me.
It almost has me losing control.
She’s tight, but not prohibitively so, and I push my way further and further inside until my hips are flush against hers and there’s nowhere else to go.
Then I’m catching my breath as she sweeps her fingers tenderly over my face.
“Okay?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I mutter, managing a smile, which she matches with her own. She twines her arms around me, drags me more closely against her.
“Come closer, please,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist as well, the heels of her feet pressing against my backside. It changes the angle, and I slide in just that little bit further.
I mutter something incomprehensible.
And Dray is right. The next bit is all instinctual. I slide my hips away from hers, dragging my cock through her pussy, making her moan as I do, making myself moan too. Then I thrust back down into her. The force of it is obviously good for her because she cries out, her back arching.
“Like that?” I ask her, wanting to make sure I’m doing it right, wanting to make sure it’s good for her.
“Fuck yes,” she mutters. “Just like that. Again, please, Thorne.”
Her wish is most definitely my command. I slide from her and slam back into her a second time, the bed beneath us wobbling, jolting against the wall.
“Oh stars,” she mutters. “It feels so good.”
And it does. It feels just like I always imagined it would – only a million, billion, trillion times better, because she’s wrapped around me, her skin warm, her scent swimming in my nose, her mouth wet beneath me, and the way she feels – tight yet soft, pliant and willing.
I plow into her again and again. She digs her heels more firmly into my backside, pressing me ever deeper, pulling me down tight against her body as if she never wants to let me go. Our skin becomes sticky, damp with sweat. She lifts her headand drags her tongue up my throat, nipping at my ear and begging me for more.
This girl completely undoes me. She’s already torn me in half, stolen my heart from right within my chest, and now it’s clear she owns me completely, because I will do anything,anything,for her, anything she asks, if only for the privilege of being with her like this.
She becomes a wild thing beneath me, writhing, moaning, lifting her hips to try and draw me deeper. She calls my name, just like I’ve been dreaming, and then her body tenses. Her head falls backward, her hold on me tightens. She hangs there in that state, and I thrust into her, whisper I love her in her ear as she comes undone beneath me, comes in that beautiful way she does.
And this is, by far, the best moment of my life. One I’ll hold dearly in my heart until my dying days.
