The Billionaire and the Virgin(77)

Oh. She wanted to see more of that. She wrapped her fist around him tighter and stroked again, and he groaned as if in pain. Oooh. “I never got to third base on you,” she pointed out in a husky voice, rubbing her fingers around the thick crown of his penis. “Don’t you think it’s my turn?”

“God, yes. I—” He yelped and then she did, too—the water had turned ice cold. Marjorie gave a small squeal of misery, and they both quickly rinsed the soap off of their bodies and turned the water off, shivering. “Gonna get that fixed ASAP on Monday,” Rob said with a shiver. “Jesus.”

Marjorie wrapped her goose bump-covered arms over her breasts. “Where’s that blanket?”

“Coming right up,” Rob told her, and tiptoed out of the bathroom, dripping water everywhere. He returned a minute later with the blanket, and carefully wrapped it around her shivering body. “Let’s towel you off.”

He rubbed the blanket all over her body, then toweled at her hair to get the excess moisture out of it. As he dried her, she took one corner of the blanket and ran it over his skin, trying to dry him off. Of course, getting to run her hands all over his skin again just made her want to continue what she’d started in the bathroom. So as he toweled at her front, she dropped to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his thighs, indicating exactly what she wanted to do to him. “Dry enough, Rob?”

“Fuck, yes.” He tossed the wet blanket into a corner of the room. “Do with me what you will. I am at your mercy.”

She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, but curiosity and the desire to explore him outweighed any awkwardness she felt. Now that she was eye-level with things, third base seemed so much more intimate. She reached out and gripped him in her hand again, admiring the size of him against her fingers. “You’re very large.”

“A happily appropriate compliment to hear,” he said, dragging his fingers through her wet hair and then caressing her cheek. “And you’re very beautiful, sweetheart.”

She snorted. “You don’t have to compliment me. I’m going to go down on you regardless.”

“It’s not just for that,” he said. “I just love looking at you kneeling in front of me. Any man would.”

“Well, you’re the only one I want.”

“Thank f*ck for that.”

She gave him another squeeze with her hand to silence him.

“Am I breaking your concentration? I’ll shut up.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Feel free.”

A tiny smile curved her mouth. Rob seemed to have a hard time being quiet in the bedroom. It was rather cute. She released his penis and explored him with her fingertips instead, circling one around the purple-reddish crown of his cock, to the tiny dimple in the center that always leaked droplets of pre-cum whenever she touched it. She traced the vein that ran along his shaft all the way down to his ball sac, and she caressed that with her fingers. His skin here was so soft, velvety smooth, really. And hot. Scorching hot to the touch.

It was fascinating. She remembered the taste of his come, but his skin smelled different. Muskier, not acrid. She’d bet it’d taste wildly different, too. “What do you taste like?”

“Fuck if I know. I’ve never licked my own dick.” His hand reached out and caressed her cheek again, then he dragged his thumb across her lower lip. “How about you taste it and tell me?”

She could do that. In fact, she planned on doing that, and more. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the head of his cock. Pre-cum slicked her lips and she ran her tongue over them, tasting him. It was the same salty, slightly harsh taste as before, but this time she didn’t mind it quite so much. She licked him again, experimenting, and loved the ragged groan that erupted from him.

“Pop me into your mouth, sweetheart,” he instructed. “Rub my dick with that tasty little tongue of yours.”

That sounded like a good idea, Marjorie decided. So she curled her fingers around the base of him and guided his length toward her mouth. She let the crown push against her lips before she parted them, adding a bit of friction. He seemed to like it, because he kept making low noises in his throat, and that encouraged her to keep going. As she took him into her mouth, she remembered to keep her tongue pressed against his length, and rubbed it back and forth as she did so.

“Christ, you’re good at that,” he told her, voice rough.

She was good at this? She wanted to do more.

Her hands caressed his sac, and she marveled at his soft skin. “Do you like it when I touch these?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said with a sigh. “I jerked off once to the thought of you licking me there.”

He had? She had to admit, the thought was titillating. Making her tongue a tiny point, she licked the soft skin there. He tasted more musky here, and the skin seemed softer, if that was possible. Rob groaned again, and his hands went to her shoulders, then smoothed back to her arms again, as if he didn’t want to bother her.

That was . . . kind of adorable. So she licked and sucked and nibbled on the smooth skin there, and even tried to get one into her mouth. That effort was rather clumsy, but he seemed to like it quite a bit. “My gorgeous amazon,” he murmured. “God, I love you.”

She nuzzled him in response, then licked the base of his cock. Then, she licked her way back to the front and began to tongue the crown again, collecting the pre-cum there with her tongue.