The Billionaire and the Virgin(56)

“N-no?” she asked tremulously. Her hands went to his hair and she dragged her nails against his scalp, which felt f*cking fantastic.

“Nope. There’s still parts of you that I haven’t kissed.”

“Oh. I don’t know that first base means that you kiss everything.” She sounded so very serious.

“Are you sure? Is there a manual?”

She laughed. “I’m pretty sure there’s not a manual.”

He kissed across her delicate collarbones over to the other side of her neck. “Then how do you know? Best to just cover everything to make sure, don’t you think?”

“All right,” she agreed softly, and gave a little sigh, arching her neck so he could access it more easily. “I’m game.”

And that aroused him like he couldn’t f*cking believe. He groaned and resisted the urge to rub his dick against her like a rutting beast. His mouth sucked on her skin where her shoulder met her throat, and he was pleased in a possessive sort of way to see the mark he left there. Marjorie would be covered with hickeys if it was up to him, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. So he went on, brushing the strap of her dress aside as he continued to kiss her skin. He pushed the fabric down her arm, but it revealed a bra underneath. “I think this needs to come off if we’re to continue with first base.”

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 * licked.

Not that he would mind if Marjorie demanded that he lick her *, 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 *, 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.

“I’m going to push a finger inside you, Marjorie,” he told her, even as he rubbed back and forth, the sides of her clit all the way down to her dripping wet core. “And tell me if I’m going too fast or if it hurts, all right, sweetheart?”

She nodded against his shoulder, her face tense.

Watching her face, he slowly circled one finger against her entrance, and then sank it in.

Marjorie gasped, raising her hips even as he pushed his finger into her, the expression on her face filled with wonder.

Sweet f*cking god, she was like heaven. Tight, and hot, and impossibly wet, she clamped around his finger as if she were sucking it. Ah, f*ck. That was going to feel like paradise on his dick, it really was. But she’d need to stretch a little more first.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, leaving nothing but the tip inside her hot cunt, and then moved it slowly back inside again.

“It feels . . . odd. Tight.” She bit her lip. “Good?”

“Good is a start,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her brow once more. Her face was tight, but she wasn’t panicking, which was also good. If she panicked, she’d tense up and then he’d never even be able to get a second finger inside her.