The scent of him straight from the shower, fresh clothes mixed with my own essence once he starts to unlock it with his tongue.
It’s something I want now, and forever.
He growls with approval, murmuring how smooth I feel. How good I taste.
I squirm and start to buck against him. His strength showing once he grips me firmly, masterfully squeezing everything just right in time with the rhythm from his tongue on my pussy.
“Thorn… I…” I gasp again, really trying to tell him, but it feels more like a caution as I feel something inside me shift.
Like I’m gonna… Like I’m gonna I don’t even know what, but it sure feels like nothing else on earth so far.
His only reply is more of his low grunts, those hands moving up to my chest again, then back down to my ass, gripping me harder as I start to thrust myself into his face.
“Mine.” Is the only word I hear from him, and when I do, I feel a part of my heart go as well as the other thing, deep inside me.
Like he’s set something free with a single word, with his touch.
There’s a growing pressure inside me, and I know he can feel it too. I want so much to have more of this, but at the same time, I know something better is coming.
If I just let go.
If I just give myself to Thorn.
I whimper again, hearing something loud in my ears as the intensity inside me grows.
Before I know it, I recognize the sound.
It’s my own voice, calling his name, begging him to make me come in his mouth.
His single reply is his tongue on my clit, making it finally happen.
Making me want to be his forever in a single moment.
Giving me the one thing I’ve never had in my whole life.
I don’t have time to wonder just how much more Thorn senses, how much more he knows about me just by touch.
The spasms of my first climax start to ripple through my whole body. I feel my body tense then loosen. Taught then relaxed.
A thousand times, it feels like, under his spell until I finally collapse.
Spent from a lifetime’s worth of pent-up emotions, desire, and arousal all in one moment that feels like it’s lasted forever.
I become aware of his weight on me as he moves back up, our mouths locking together again.
I can taste myself on his lips, mixed in with my new favorite thing, Thorn.
Thorn who? I mean… Thorn what?
I know what he’d say though.
Just Thorn.
I wonder to myself, wanting to ask, but filing it away for later.
This moment is just too-
“I’m… I mean to say… I’m a virgin, Thorn. I’ve never-”
Tasting him again, and then me mixed in with it, he tells me he knows.
Tells me he’d hoped so at least.
“I know, Rose. I know…” he murmurs, letting his face fall against my chest as he holds me close.
His muscular frame wrapped around me, firmer than ever under the clothes pressed against my naked body as those hands keep exploring the new landscape of us.
My new favorite place, too.
“You… you don’t mind?” I hear myself asking. Worried a real man might not want a girl.
A real man might want a woman.
“I’d hoped you were, Rose. You’ll be mine properly. And I’ll be your first,” he adds thoughtfully, the authority in his voice making me feel safe.
Not just for the next few hours or days, but forever.
“Rose and Thorn,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his short hair and tracing a line down to his lips which he meets with a kiss.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” he tells me, his voice like smoke. The whole room looking brighter, more colorful now that I know a real man wants me.
Has me.
Soon to claim me as his own.
Chapter Six
Thorn
I’d thought it was too much to ask. That she be pure.
That I’d be her first, her only.
All that after wanting her so much, I thought I was greedy.
Somehow impure for wanting this angel all to myself.
Selfish.
But no.
Rose needs me, needs this. And we both need us. This Rose-Thorn thing that’s happened, it’s perfect.
It’s meant to be.
I have until morning to concern myself with club business.
We both have the rest of tonight, just for us.
This new thing I know we both want, that we’ve found.
Rose and Thorn.
But when to claim her. To make her mine properly?
That’s up to her now, I can wait. A little while at least. The look in her eyes tells me it won’t be long, but it might not be tonight.
“Just tell me you’ll be mine, Rose,” I implore her. Feeling her head nod as she reaches for me.
Her hands running over my face and neck, wanting me to kiss her again, but my own body only wants to taste her again.
To show her just how much I want her without going all the way.