Under him, Marjorie moaned and gasped, clearly loving this. Her nipples were quivering and her lungs were heaving, and she was biting her lip. But her fingers were still dug into his hair, and when he tried to pull away, she dragged him back down to her breasts again.
“We need to finish first base,” he chastised her, releasing her breasts and then moving down her stomach.
“Tease,” she protested.
He was. That was the point. He wanted Marjorie so worked up that she’d come the moment he put his mouth on her hot little pussy. Then, he wanted her to come a few more times so she was wrung out and satiated so when he finally took her virginity, she’d be so swollen with pleasure and need that she wouldn’t care if things hurt, as long as they felt good.
Because it was all going to feel good. He’d make sure of that.
So Rob kissed down her ticklish stomach, pressing his mouth lightly to her hips. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he felt her entire body tense. He knew she was anticipating what was next.
But he liked to keep her guessing. So he skipped the hip region entirely and moved down to one foot. For some reason, he loved Marjorie’s long feet. He knew they weren’t dainty—not by a long shot—but they were delicate nevertheless, the arch feminine and her tiny toes had the cutest little red pedicure. He kissed the arch of her foot, the tip of each toe, and then began to work his way up one long, smooth leg. And goddamn, but her legs were gorgeous. Miles and miles long, with strong calves and perfectly shaped knees, ankles, and thighs. Really, he’d never seen a better pair of legs. Anyone that was turned off by her tallness only had to look at these gorgeous stems and realize that she’d been gifted with more than just an intimidating height.
Then again, he liked that he was the one appreciating her for the first time. Maybe he should be thankful that the rest of the world was full of blind douchebags. He kissed one knee, then began to nibble along the inside of her thigh, watching with interest as she reacted to his mouth creeping closer and closer to her pussy. By the time he made it to the fabric of her panties again, she was stiff with anticipation.
So he switched directions once more, moving to her other foot and then kissing his way up her leg. Then, when he could prolong it no longer, he put his hands to her panty-clad hips and looked up at her. “These are going to need to leave if we want to finish first base.”
She trembled. Full body tremble. And god, he loved seeing that.
He didn’t want to scare her, though, or move too fast. “Do you want to leave these on?”
Marjorie shook her head. “You can take them off.”
Excellent. Pleased, he nipped at the skin just above the panty line with his teeth, and used his fingers to edge the fabric down an inch. With the new skin exposed, he pressed another kiss there, directly below her belly button. And then he eased the fabric down another notch, and kissed the new skin just below. He was going in a straight line to her pussy, his intentions obvious. And it was a fucking wonderful tease. Her little shivers of reaction were driving him mad, his cock aching and hard in his slacks. The fabric was sticking to the head of his dick thanks to the pre-cum he was leaking, but he ignored it. He ignored everything but Marjorie’s soft sighs, her little movements that told him of pleasure, and her obvious anticipation. She enveloped his senses, the soft feel of her skin, the scent of her musk mingled with the light scent of the ocean, the tiny whimpers that were now starting to escape her throat. She was so incredibly responsive.
He eased the panties down a little more, and now he had bush. It was a darker blonde than her hair, neatly trimmed but not waxed. Natural. He liked that. It suited her. He kissed the patch reverently and continued to slowly ease the panties down. Another kiss. Then, he could see where her slit began, and the teasing hint of her clit peeping out between her labia. And so he kissed it, too, and gave it a little flick with his tongue.
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?”