They kissed like animals, teeth clashing, tongues molding against one another, until he grabbed her hips and dragged them against him, pressing his cock against her, like he had in the water. She made a startled noise and broke the kiss, a flush on her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.
“Hey.” He kissed her again, this time a little softer, since her lips looked bruised from the force of their shared excitement. “Why are you here?”
“I just . . . I . . .” Her face grew redder and redder and she looked anxious. She glanced down at her hands and then jerked her gaze back up. “Um . . . you’re naked.”
“I sleep naked,” he agreed, amused. She was so shy about the most random things. Here she came into his room, kissing him like a demon, and couldn’t look at his erect dick without losing it? Plus, this was something she was already familiar with. “Remember when you checked me out on the couch?”
She gasped. “You were awake?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, dragging her against him again. He touched a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth close to his for another kiss. “So what brings you here late at night, sweetheart?”
Her breathing against his cheek was rapid, shallow with excitement. “I . . . those things you said to me in the water. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”
“What things?” He’d said a lot.
“When you asked if I touched myself,” her hands fluttered, then curved over his shoulders and she pressed her forehead to his, her eyes closed. “And I . . . I was going to do it tonight, but then I realized . . . I wanted you to do it.” Her words came out in an anxious rush.
She wanted him to bring her off? Rob groaned. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” she whispered. “But . . . can’t we, you know . . . do other things?”
Hell yes they could. He took her hand and led her to the back of the suite, where the bed was. He could feel her hand trembling in his, her fingertips cold, but his Marjorie had come here boldly, and he was going to reward her for it. She was about to get the best damn masturbation he could give her.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he told her as he brought her to the edge of the bed.
“Easy for you to say.”
“What, you think I’m not nervous?” At her look of disbelief, he said, “I want to make this a fucking amazing experience for you. One that you’ll want to keep coming back to me for. And I’ve never dated a virgin before. So I’ll take good care of you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried that I’ll fuck something up.”
She rushed forward and kissed him again.
Well, there was that answer. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down onto the bed next to him, kissing her sweet mouth, until they were both sitting on the edge of the bed, next to each other, lips locked. His cock jutted obscenely from his lap, and she sat stiffly next to him. Still, he continued kissing her, hoping to get her mind loosened up enough that she’d relax. Her hands fluttered to his chest, and then moved away again.
Ah. His nakedness might be a problem. He broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue and then asked, “Would you feel better if I dressed?”
She licked her lips, blinking, and then shook her head. “I’m okay.”
“You’re nervous.” The backs of his fingers brushed between her breasts, and he felt her heart thudding. “Would you feel more comfortable if I let you explore me?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I think that would make me even more nervous.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He took her hand in his, and then kissed the back of it. “Then just look at this as an exploration of pleasure, all right? The only goal here is to do what feels good, and nothing is off the table. Understand? If you change your mind about touching me—or about any of this—all you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”
She nodded and gave him another one of her shy smiles.
God. He absolutely could not fuck this up. He kissed her hand again, then turned it over and kissed each of her fingertips, nipping at them. By the time he’d gotten to her thumb, the look in her eyes was full of arousal once more.
He let go of her hand and moved to the first button on her pajama top. “Can I see your breasts again, sweetheart?”
She nodded, and her hands went to the buttons, undoing them one by one. Seconds ticked by as he watched her move down the shirt, pushing the buttons through the holes with shaking fingers. She wouldn’t look at him—more nervousness, he knew. When she’d finished with the last button, he took the lead again, brushing the fabric aside and revealing her small, high breasts.
“God damn, you’re a dream to look at, Marjorie.”
She sat a little straighter at that, her breasts thrusting out as she did. Then, she eased the top off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
Her lungs heaved with anxious breaths, and her breasts moved with them. He couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out and touch her breasts again, and so he did, caressing one peak and then curling his fingers around the weight of it. “So beautiful and soft. I fucking love your little tits. I love how they fit perfectly in my hand, and how those little nipples are just begging to be in my mouth.” His thumb traced one, and he was pleased when it hardened against his touch.
Marjorie moaned, and this time she reached for him and her hands stayed put. “Touch me, Rob. Please. I’m not scared.”
“I know you’re not, sweetheart. It takes fucking balls of steel to come here and approach me,” he said, lightly kissing at her smooth jaw. “And I love that you did. Makes my dick hard as a rock.” He pulled her in for another deep tongue kiss, and as she melted against him, he leaned back on the bed until they were lying down, side by side, mouths locked.
Rob rolled over on top of her, his knees separating hers.
Her eyes widened at the press of his cock against her pussy. The material of her pajama pants separated their skin, but he could feel the heat of her even through the material. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Your pants can stay on. I promise.”
She relaxed a little at that, just gazing up at him with that soft, almost adoring expression on her face that made him feel like a goddamn king. “Thank you.”
He laughed. “Don’t fucking thank me. It’s your body. You call the shots, not me. It’s my job to make you feel good.”
Her hand smoothed up his chest, rested over his heart. “Then I make you feel good?”
“Marjorie,” he said in a low voice. He pressed his hips against her again, pushing the length of his erect cock against her sex. “Did you not notice my hard on? I already feel good. Making you feel good will make me come harder than you could possibly imagine.”
That pretty flush was staining her cheeks again. “What if I wanted to touch you?”
“Then I would let you touch to your heart’s content. But don’t do it because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe me jack shit. Understand?”
She nodded, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Understood.”
“Good.” He bent over her breasts, admiring their curves, and then traced the tip of his tongue against one areola. “I love that you came here tonight, though I admit I was a little surprised.” He sucked lightly on one tip, liking the way her stomach moved under him as she shuddered. “But I’m guessing that you enjoyed our time in the water, hmm?”
She made a murmur of assent, and her fingers went to his hair, toying with a few strands before she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“My guess is that you were aroused when you got back to your room, and you started to masturbate.” Her sucked-in breath told him he wasn’t far off the mark. “But your hands didn’t feel as good as my mouth, and that’s why you came to me. Is that right?”
She was silent.
Rob looked up, and the look of stark embarrassment on her face made him kiss the tip of one nipple. “I’m right,” he told her. “And I find that fucking amazingly hot, Marjorie. The thought of you trying to
get off after we parted? I love that thought. I love that you were that turned on.” He tongued one nipple again. “You know I did too, right?”
“You—you did? Really?”
“I do every night after we part,” he told her, pinching the tip of one nipple with his hand and admiring the gooseflesh that broke out on her skin. “Being with you turns me on so goddamn much that I have to take myself in hand after you leave. My cock’s always aching at the thought of you.” He lifted his head and gazed up at her. “Want to feel how hard you make me?”
Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated. Then, she bit her lip and nodded.
He rolled back to his side, resting next to her. His cock lay like a rod of iron against his thigh, the head dotted with pre-cum. He wondered if she’d shy away from touching him, but Marjorie immediately reached for him, her fingers caressing the head of his cock.
“It’s soft,” she said with wonder.
“Fuck, don’t tell a man that. My dick’s actually so hard it’s aching.”
She giggled. “No. Not your . . . your penis.” She stuttered over the word. “The skin covering it.” Her fingers glided over the crown of his cock, driving him utterly mad. “It’s so soft. It’s like . . . silk covering steel. And it’s so big.”
“That’s more like it.” God, her unschooled touches were fucking with his head. Every time those inquisitive fingers moved over the head of his cock and stirred in the pre-cum there, he was tempted to jerk those pants off of her and sink home.
But because he was going for sainthood, he closed his goddamn eyes and let her explore at her leisure.
Her fingers moved over him, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft, and then brushing over his sac. His balls were tight and aching, and her fingers felt so, so good against his skin.
“Is your cock big?” she asked. “Compared to . . . other men?”
“Big enough, sweetheart,” he told her, voice raspy with need. As her fingers continued to stroke and test him, he reached out and cupped one of her little breasts, unable to keep from touching her. “Probably bigger than average, but I don’t go around slinging my junk onto the nearest table and whipping out a ruler.”
She chuckled, the sound making him crazy with lust. “It seems big to me.”
“Have you seen a lot of cocks?”
She shook her head. “Just on the Internet. I’ve seen a bit of porn, but it seemed so . . .” she wrinkled her nose. “Soulless.”
He grunted. Most men probably wouldn’t agree with that. But a dreamer like Marjorie? He could see how she wouldn’t find it appealing.
Her fingers caressed the vein that traveled along the underside of his cock again, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand, make a fist, and fuck it.
“Marjorie, sweetheart,” he cautioned, strain in his voice as he struggled to keep his body language casual. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to come all over those pretty fingers of yours.”
Her eyes widened. She thought for a moment, and instead of drawing her hand away, she continued to caress him. “Can I . . . can I watch?”
Rob groaned. God save him from virgins. Why was it that everything came out of her mouth was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard? He was going to shoot his load in a matter of seconds and she’d think he was a schoolboy.
But, fuck it. “I’ll show you,” he said. He took her palm and rubbed it along the head of his cock, which was leaking drop after drop of pre-cum, he was so aroused. He swirled the crown along her soft skin, lubricating it as she stared in fascination. Then, he took her hand and curled it around his shaft. His hand covered hers, and he began to guide her, showing her how to stroke him. “That’s right.”
Her palm glided against his shaft. There wasn’t quite enough lube, but he didn’t fucking care at this point. Her wide eyes and her parted lips, the soft sounds she made as she stroked him, all of that drove him fucking wild. With a groan of her name, he shot his load a lot sooner than he wanted to, and hot come spattered over her hand and their joined fingers.
She immediately lifted her hand and began to touch the semen wonderingly. “It’s so thick.” Then, to his shock—and delight—she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted it.
And made a face.
He laughed. “It’s an acquired taste.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, staring at her hand helplessly.
“Let me get you a towel, sweetheart.”
Rob got up from the bed and sprinted over to the bathroom. He grabbed the first towel he could find and wiped his own hand off, then his dick, and picked up a new one for Marjorie. When he returned to the bed, he found her there, studying the sticky semen drying on her fingers with an unreadable expression.
And suddenly, he felt like an ass. She’d come here to get off, and he’d more or less shoved his dick in her hand and made her jerk him until he splattered all over her. Not the act of a gentleman, and not the act of a guy trying to ease a virgin into sex.
Well, shit.
He moved to the bed and took her hand in his, wiping it clean with his towel. “I’m sorry. I guess that wasn’t something you were expecting.”
“It’s okay. I liked it.” Her smile was reluctant, shy. “I liked watching you come. It felt very . . . raw.”
“Raw’s a good way of putting it.”
“I like raw,” she told him in a soft voice as he continued to wipe at her hand. “It feels different from what I’ve had in the past . . . and I want more of it.” She looked up at him with those big, soft eyes that were heavy-lidded with desire, and he felt his cock stir again.
Damn. This virgin was going to kill him.
Rob tossed the towel aside and sat down next to her again. He pulled her into his lap, dragging her long legs over one of his hips, and began to kiss her soft mouth once more. She matched his kisses hungrily, eager for more, and as they kissed, he cupped and caressed her small breasts, teasing and rolling the nipples with his fingers until she was gasping against his mouth.
“Now it’s your turn,” he murmured, and slid his hand to the waist of her pajama pants. He waited, checking her reaction. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear in her expression—only eagerness. Fucking lovely Marjorie. With another hot, tongue-filled kiss, he pushed his hand under the fabric, seeking her pussy.
When his exploring fingers hit the jackpot, she gasped. He wanted to, also—the fabric of her panties was soaked from her arousal, and the flesh under his hand was hot and slick with need. His virgin was fired up and in desperate need to get off.
And that was sexy as fuck. He pushed his fingers into her folds, stroking one up and down the seam of her pussy. She was incredibly wet, so much so that he wanted to push his face down there instead of his hand and eat her out. Another time, though, when he had more leisure to introduce her to new things. She’d already experienced a lot tonight, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her. So he gently rubbed back and forth between those wet, wet folds and kissed her soft, open mouth.
She clung to him, her hands anchored around his neck as he stroked her. Marjorie’s long legs had fallen open a bit, and it eased his hand as he pushed deeper, seeking out the entrance to her cunt. He didn’t push deep when he found it, though, just circled the entrance and teased her with it.
Marjorie moaned, clinging to him. Her mouth had stopped responding to his kisses and was mostly slack with wonder as he fingered her. That was all right—he liked seeing that expression on her lovely face, too. He nibbled at her lips as he continued to tease at her entrance, and felt a fierce sort of pleasure when she rolled her hips against his hand, wanting more.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered against her mouth.
She made a wordless mew that might have been assent. Her hips moved against his hand again.
He slid his thumb up to her clit and rubbed it against the tiny bud, now prominent with her desire, and was gratified when Marjorie nearly leapt off his lap in response. He stilled his h
and, fingers still poised at the entrance to her cunt, thumb resting on her clit. “Was that too much? Should I stop?”
Fingernails curled into his skin. “No,” she panted. Her expression was dazed. “Don’t stop.”
“Do you like it when I touch you? When I sink my fingers into this wet pussy and tease it?” His lips trailed along her skin, touching anywhere he could. She was so soft, so fragrant, so very into what he was doing to her. She wasn’t feigning anything simply to get his attention; she was more like an eager puppy discovering everything.
And he wanted to be the one to show her, to initiate her.
When she was silent, he kissed her parted lips again. “Does my dirty talk bother you?”
She squirmed against his hand, shifting her wet flesh delightfully against his fingers. She wanted more petting, that was clear. She just didn’t know how to ask for it yet. “Rob,” she breathed.
“Remember what I said earlier?” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her freckled nose. “There’s nothing between us that’s embarrassing. It’s all for pleasure.”
“It’s just so . . .”
“Blunt?”
She nodded.
“I am blunt,” he admitted. “I can’t change that.”
“I don’t want you to change. It just makes me . . . shy.” Her hips wiggled again. “I like your touches.”
“And you like it when I tell you dirty things?” he guessed. “You’re just too shy to say them back?” At her little nod, he kissed her again, and rewarded her with a press of his fingertips against the entrance of her cunt.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating with pleasure, and he felt her give another wiggle, trying to push him deeper.
But his Marjorie didn’t yet realize that the tease was half the fun. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her clit again, and she gasped and clung to his shoulders, her hips jerking in response. Her little clit was very sensitive, he guessed, and probably swollen. If she’d been touching herself earlier, before she’d come to him, it was probably over-sensitized at this point. It needed his mouth. Hell, his mouth needed to be there.