Page 66 of Taste of Thorns
“I want you to touch me here too,” I tell him
“Oh yeah,” he says, his voice low and throaty. “Show me how, little one. Show me exactly how you’d want me to touch you.”
I lean back on the stool, parting my legs further and pinching my pussy lips open.
He growls, kneading himself through the front of his pants.
“That looks so … I’ve imagined this so many times, Briony.”
“Me too,” I whisper as I press a finger to my stiffened clit, already so sensitive. The action makes me flinch.
“You like to be touched there?”
“Yes, I love it.”
I ring my clit, slowly, a glorious sensation skipping through my skin.
“You like it slow and gentle like that, do you?” He shakes his head. “I’d like to do that to you with my tongue.” I whimper. Thorne isn’t like Dray. He never talks dirty. In fact, I’ve barely heard him swear. To hear him say these things now has arousal trickling from my entrance. “But I’d like to suck you up into my mouth too. I’d like to flick at you until you’re coming.”
“Like this?” I ask, rubbing at my clit.
“Yeah.” His eyes are transfixed on the place I’m touching myself.
It’s so hot – he’s so freaking hot – I’m coming against my fingers in the next minute. I don’t hold back. I come as noisily as I can, letting my body ride each judder and shudder of bliss.
When my eyes refocus, his gaze is locked on my face. He’s watching me intently.
“Wow,” he says simply. “That was …”
I giggle. “You say that like you’ve never seen a girl come before.”
“I haven’t,” he says earnestly. “It was my first time.”
My cheeks, already flushed from my orgasm, grow even hotter. “And … did it live up to your expectations?”
“It blew them all away. You’re truly beautiful when you come, little one.”
“Thorne,” I say. “I want to see you come too.”
He mumbles to himself, then he’s undoing his fly and tugging himself free. I bite my lip and moan. Just like the rest of Thorne, he’s beautiful and big here as well. His cock curved and striking.
“You like it?” he asks, almost a little shyly.
“Hmmm,” I say, “I want that inside me so badly.”
Gripping his cock firmly, he closes his eyes, and exhales deeply; for a moment his shadows flicker around him and then they’re gone.
“Okay?” I ask him gently.
“Yeah … yeah … I just needed …” He opens his eyes. “Put your fingers inside yourself, Briony. I want you to imagine that’s me.”
“Oh stars,” I mutter, sliding two fingers inside myself. It makes a wet, squelchy sound that has Thorne growling and rubbing his fist up and down his shaft, twisting when he reaches his head.
“For once, I understand that psycho, Dray. I can smell your arousal, Briony. I can hear how wet you are too.”
“Does it smell nice?” I giggle.
“So good,” he moans.
