The Billionaire and the Virgin

She made a sound a bit like “guh.” As if all the air had been forced out of her throat.

He ignored that, pleased, and continued to ease the panties down her thighs. For the next kiss, he had to bury his face between them and press in, seeking her flesh. He did, and she whimpered again. Her knees tried to slide apart, to give him access, but the fabric of her panties held them together. She whimpered a protest again.

He sat up and pulled her panties the rest of the way off.

“I think we’ve sufficiently covered first base. What do you think?”

She nodded, her face shining with a fine layer of sweat. Her lower lip looked swollen from where she’d been biting it. And she looked damn pretty.

“So, what’s second base again? Petting on the breasts? Or just petting everywhere?”

“I-I think it’s just the breasts.”

“But you’re not sure?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“No,” she breathed.

“Well, then, I suppose I should pet any erogenous zones, shouldn’t I?” He rubbed his hands together and studied her.

She lay flat back on the bed looking very virginal, very aroused, and very uncertain. Now they were starting to venture into new territory, because he could imagine all kinds of fun places to put his hands and make her say “guh” again. But he’d start with the simple stuff, ease her into things.

Because, really, torturing his poor sweetheart was downright fun.

Rob moved up her body and gave her another quick kiss on the mouth, and then he lay down next to her, on his side, so he could watch her as he petted and stroked her body. His hand went to her neck first, fingers gliding over the delicate veins visible just under her skin, and then trailed down to her breasts. He circled one fingertip around one areola, watching it pucker and her body jerk under his ministrations. “Very nice,” he told her softly. He lightly pinched the tip, not enough to hurt, and gave it a little tug to elongate it. Her breast jiggled enticingly as he did, and he rubbed the underside with his fingers, soothing and petting her before moving back to the other breast and doing the same again. She was watching his hands, but she wasn’t making those sweet noises he loved, so he knew that this wasn’t driving her half as crazy as it was driving him. Time to change it up, then. He cupped her breast, and his thumb rested against her nipple. Then, he slowly rubbed it back and forth over the peak, little circles over the sensitive skin.

That got a reaction. She arched her back, pressing her breast against his hand, and moaned.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he murmured, watching her expressive face as he continued to stroke her pebbled nipple. Her mouth worked silently, as if she wanted to answer him, but no sound came out. That was all right. He didn’t need sound to know he was touching her the way she liked. The goose bumps on her flesh told him plenty. He rubbed her nipple a little longer and then moved to the other breast, caressing it and then teasing the peak there until it was as stiff and aching as the other one.

And as stiff and aching as his cock. He had to admit, watching Marjorie give everything she had to him was incredibly arousing. She would never be a girl that was able to pretend—everything showed on her face. If he didn’t give her an orgasm, her expression would let him know. And if she was close, he’d know that, too, all without her having to say a word or point out to him just how she liked her pussy licked.

Not that he would mind if Marjorie demanded that he lick her pussy, of course. That would be rather fun on its own. But he doubted that would happen anytime soon. His virgin was still so shy.

He leaned in and kissed her parted lips, dipping his tongue between them as he continued to tease her nipples. She moaned and pressed her tongue against his, distracted but seeking pleasure. Now came the part he’d been waiting for. “I’m going to move my hands south, Marjorie,” he told her in a low voice. “And if you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. Understand?”

Her eyes opened, widened, and she nodded at him. Her hips rose in a silent plea, and he stroked his hand down her belly. She was lean, her stomach flat above her hips, but not bony. Strong. Beautiful. He caressed his hand over her pussy, and then stroked one finger up and down her cunt lips.

She was slick. “Nice and wet for me, sweetheart.”

She moaned a sound that might have been his name, and her face tucked against his shoulder.

That was all right. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll touch you carefully. I want to make this good for you.”

“I know,” she said in a small voice. “And you touched me last night, too. This isn’t new.”

“But tonight, I’m going to sink my fingers deep into that hot cunt of yours,” he told her in a husky voice, pressing a kiss to her ear, since it was the closest to his face. “And I’m going to find your g-spot, and I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to squeeze around my fingers.”

Her only response was a gaspy little intake of breath.

“Part your knees for me,” he told her, and she did. Not wide, but enough for him. He carefully pushed one thigh open until she was spread for him, and then he glided his fingertips through her wetness again, learning her. She was wet from her clit to her core, and her flesh was hot and swollen with need. He licked his lips, eager to taste her and to thrust his tongue deep, but that was the next base. They’d get there. Instead, he took two fingers and placed them on either side of her clit, remembering what she’d liked from last night. Touching her like this allowed him to part her flesh a little more, and he rubbed his paired fingers on her clit, then dragged them down to the opening of her cunt. Then, back up again, over and over, until she was rocking against his hand and making soft little noises in her throat. Her moisture was all over his hand, soaking him in her scent.