The Billionaire and the Virgin(78)

His hands curled in her wet hair. “Mind if I guide your head a little?”

She gave a tiny nod, and he began to rock his hips. His penis moved back and forth over her tongue, and she tried to take him deeper into her mouth, to see how far she could suck on him. Immediately, though, her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled back, coughing.

“Even that’s sexy,” he told her, crouching down to kiss her mouth. “Third base is over, though. I want to play with you, now.” With that, he pushed her backward onto the air mattress and tucked their bodies together. They lay side by side for a moment, and his hand slid between her legs. “Did taking me in your mouth make you wet?”

She pressed her thighs together, considering, and then nodded. Just touching him made her wet, and his kisses drove her wild.

“I’m going to have to check, of course,” he said, pushing his hand between her thighs to cup her mound. A moment later, he groaned. “Fuck, you are dripping for me, aren’t you?”

“I am,” she breathed, feeling shy. He was so blatant in the bedroom; it was still something she was getting used to. She liked it, but she still felt a little tense when he said naughty things to her.

His mouth covered hers again, and he slicked his tongue against hers. “Forgot to ask you what I tasted like,” he said. “So what’s the verdict?”

She considered for a moment, even as he began to press kisses down her neck and made a beeline for her breasts. “You taste a little bit like skin, and sweat, and um . . . like you. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“As long as the answer’s not ‘boiled hotdog’ I’m fine with that,” Rob told her, and gave a blatant lick to one of her nipples. “God, I missed these breasts. Did they miss me?”

Marjorie giggled. “I guess.”

“Clearly they’re going to need some attention to make up for the lack of love they’ve been receiving lately.” He glanced up at her. “Unless you’ve been pinching them when you masturbate in honor of me?”

“Rob,” she moaned. “Don’t ask me things like that.”

“Are you kidding? I love the thought of you thinking about me and touching yourself. I love the thought of your hand sneaking down here,” he pressed against the seam of her sex, “and you toying with this little nub here.” His fingers touched her clit. “Maybe you rub it, and rub it, and rub it . . .” he gave her clit a circular, teasing little touch with each repeat of the word rub until she was moving along with his hand. “And then you scream my name when you come, hmm?” His tongue swirled around one of her nipples again. “I’d love to see that sometime. Promise the next time you masturbate, you let me watch.”

“Only if you promise the same,” she panted. Her fingers dragged over his shoulders, and she pulled him down against her. “I want to see that, too.”

“I think we can manage that,” he told her, and rubbed her clit again. She felt him nudge a finger at the entrance to her core, and parted her legs for him. Ever since they’d slept together, she’d been positively aching to feel him deep inside her again. It had been such an intense, filling sensation, and she craved more of it. His finger pushed in and she felt a little bit of stretching, but it was quickly gone. “More,” she told him, raising her hips in supplication. “I want you inside me again.”

“I’m just making sure you can handle me, sweetheart.” He pushed another finger inside her, and then began to slowly work them in and out. “Though you’re so wet I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Christ, I love how turned on you get. That’s so f*cking sexy.” He leaned down and nipped at her breast. “Wait here and I’ll get a condom.”

She nodded and he disappeared out of the room. A long moment passed, and a naughty thought sprang to mind. Greatly daring, she slid a hand between her legs and began to touch herself, the way she did when she masturbated. Light, delicate touches into the wetness seeping from her core, then swirling it around her clitoris, gliding over the sensitized skin. She spread her legs wide on the air mattress so when he returned, he’d be able to see exactly what she was doing.

And her cheeks felt hot as fire, but it’d be worth it to see Rob’s expression.

“Found one,” he called as he came into the room, a small purple packet in hand. “I had to dig out my wallet and . . . holy f*ck.” He staggered next to the bed. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She giggled at his response, but she kept touching herself. Her skin was sensitized from their earlier play, and her breathing was quick, her nipples taut. She was going to make herself come if he didn’t touch her soon. “I missed you,” she told him shyly and drew her hand away.

“Oh Christ, no, don’t stop,” he said, dropping to his knees. He pushed her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. “Now I have to see you come.”

She moaned as he began to lick her with eager intensity. Okay, she hadn’t quite been expecting this response, but oh wow, his mouth felt incredible. Her hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against her clit and his fingers pushed inside her again. When he rocked them into her, she moaned and pressed her hips up against his mouth, and his tongue flicked at her clit again. “Oh,” she breathed. “Rob, I’m going to—”