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 hand, 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.