The Billionaire and the Virgin(57)

He pushed his finger in and out of her slowly, and when she no longer tensed with every movement, he added a second finger and pushed into her. This time, she whimpered and buried her face against his chest. “That feels a little . . . tight.”

Hell yes, it did. His cock throbbed, demanding to seat itself into that tight, wet warmth. Rob ignored it. He’d push into her when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Instead, he continued to stroke in and out of her with his two fingers, until she was slippery with need and her face pressing against his chest held urgency, her hand tight against his shirt.

“Rob,” she panted. “That feels good, but—”

“But you need more?” he guessed. Most women did. He kept his two fingers sunk into her and his thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it, trying to encourage her into her first orgasm.

She cried out and her body seemed to light up. That combination worked, he thought with a masculine jolt of pride. He thrust his fingers into her again and rubbed on her clit, and she gasped again, her hips rising when he repeated the motion. Then, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her like he wanted to do with his cock, and she panted and mewed against him, her hips trembling as she lifted them with every plunge of his fingers into her wet warmth. Then, he pressed his thumb against her clit, hard, and rubbed.

She made a soft, keening noise, and her fingers spasmed, and he felt her cunt clench around his hand.

Her first orgasm of the night. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her, watching her as she came, stretching out the pleasure for her until she was limp and trembling in his arms, and his fingers slipped in and out of her with noisy ease. He scissored them inside her, and when she didn’t respond with more than a sigh, he pulled his fingers free of her * and brought them to his lips.

She tasted f*cking amazing.

“That was an exceedingly delicious base,” he told her, licking his fingers clean of her taste.

She moaned a soft agreement against him.

“So . . . third is next?” His hand stroked down her side, caressing her. “Or are you done for the night, love?”

“Hmm?” Marjorie blinked at him, dazed. “No, I’m not done.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you. Third base, I believe, is where I get to eat your *, right?”

Her cheeks turned pinker and she nodded. “I believe that’s what it is, yeah.”

“My favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth and then got up off of the bed. He turned and gazed at her, naked and sprawled and breathless in his sheets, and felt another surge of masculine pride. Utterly lovely, and all his. He ran a hand down his impatient dick, reminding it that it would get its chance later.

She propped up on her elbows. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my face.” He knelt beside the bed and pressed his stomach against the mattress. She gave him a confused look until he grabbed her by each thigh and dragged her toward him, until the vee of her sex was inches away from his face. “Put your thighs over my shoulders,” he instructed her.

She did, and he could feel the trembling racing through her body.

“Tell me if this is too much for you and you want me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice.

“Y-you don’t have to—”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he corrected, and gave her a smug grin. “But eating you out has been on my to-do list all f*cking week long, and I can’t wait to get started.”

She fell back onto the covers with a little sigh.

He studied the * in front of his face. He’d fingered it, sure, but getting a close look at it was a pleasure all its own. Her labia were swollen with need, and they were delicately pink—as was the clit that seemed to be begging for attention as well. “You have a rather lovely cunt,” he told her in a husky voice.

“T-thank you?”

He pressed his thumb to one side of her sex, parting her slick lips and revealing more of her to his eyes. There, her little clit was swollen, and he leaned in and gave it a teasing lick.

Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”

“Feel good?”

“Feels like too much,” she moaned.

“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Marjorie’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.

She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.

And f*ck, that was hot.

“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into her flesh.

She moaned in agreement, and he tongued her clit again.

He wanted more of her, though. Wanted her to come on his face, just like he’d told her. So he pushed her hips up a little higher and his tongue sought out the entrance to her cunt. It was just as swollen as the rest of her sex, and wet with need, and he stabbed his tongue into her.