The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(42)
“Yep.” He stroked his fingers down the curve of her spine. “I was trying to keep it off of you, but it looks like that failed. Want me to go put my jeans on?”
“I . . . no . . .” she breathed, and pressed her body a little closer to his. “I like it.”
Dear sweet f*cking god. She was pressing her hips up against him. It was like she was reading his filthy mind. “Christ. You’re perfection, you know that?”
“I like it when you say things like that,” she told him in a soft voice, and then pressed her lips against his neck.
He could feel his dick jerk in response, and he had to fight to keep his breathing even. If Marjorie was as unexperienced as she claimed, he was going to have to move slow as f*ck to not freak her out. “I’m going to move my hands over your back,” he told her in a low voice. “Just exploring.”
In response, her mouth pressed against his neck again, and he felt her tongue flick against his skin. Jesus, his virgin wasn’t very good with the meaning of slow, was she? His hands moved up and down her back, carefully avoiding the string-tie of her bikini top. Her skin felt deliciously warm in the cool water, and when she pressed her mouth to his neck again and began to kiss, he forgot to be slow and courteous, and grasped her ass in his hands, pressing her hips forward so she pushed even harder against his cock.
Her gasp rang in his ear, followed by a softly shuddering breath.
“Too much?” he asked in a low voice. If he turned his head, his lips would move against her small ear. So close, and yet he wanted her to be closer. Hell, he wanted her under him, her legs wrapped around him, screaming his name.
“Feels good.”
“Damn, you are absolutely my favorite virgin, sweetheart.” He noticed she didn’t protest when he used the nickname on her. Not anymore. That made him feel . . . f*cking fantastic, actually. Almost as good as his cock cradled against her sex. She was tall enough that their bodies met up at all the right places, and where he’d normally stab a girl in the stomach with his cock, it was at just the right spot with Marjorie.
From now on, he was only dating tall women.
Fuck that. From now on, he only wanted Marjorie.
Her own hands fluttered down his back, and then she grabbed his ass. Just as quickly, her hands pulled away again, and she gave another little shocked gasp. “I forgot you weren’t wearing underwear.”
“Did all that skin startle you?” He chuckled. “I liked your hands. Feel free to grope me wherever and whenever.” Maybe she’d get bold enough to decide to experience his front, too. A guy’s dick could hope.
Marjorie’s hands hesitated, and then she put them back on his ass. Her mouth went back to his for another hot kiss, and they remained wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, the kiss going on endlessly as they tasted each other, tongues intertwining, hands gripping each other’s asses.
His hands began to slowly knead her curvy buttocks, flexing and moving in what he hoped wasn’t an alarming sort of massage. She took the cue, her hands mimicking his motions on her skin, and she clenched at his ass and rubbed, and Christ Almighty, it felt so good that he nearly blew his load right there in the water. Needing a moment, he pulled away from her hungry mouth, ignoring her small whimper of protest.
“How are you feeling, Marjorie?” His voice was husky with desire. One hand reached up to cup her cheek, and he brushed a thumb over one of her tiny earlobes. Were her ears sensitive? He intended to find out.
“Good,” she said breathlessly. “Can we . . . can we keep going?”
He’d go until she told him to stop. “Absolutely.”
“Are you still wigged out about the water? Do we need to go in?”
“I can honestly say I’ve forgotten all about the water.”
Her smile broadened, her mouth swollen from his kisses. “That was the plan.”
“Minx,” he told her, pinching her ass. She yelped and gave a little jump of surprise, her body rubbing up and down against his. And f*ck, her hard little nipples had scraped over his chest in a way that both of them had noticed.
Marjorie sucked in another breath, and then she pressed her breasts against him again. One of her hands left his skin, and she fidgeted. A moment later, he felt the strings of her bikini top hit his hands, and realized she was untying it.
He groaned and pulled her in for another kiss just as the fabric fell away, and this time, her bare breasts pushed against his chest. And f*ck, they were nice breasts. Real breasts. Small and firm, like apples, with tiny little tips. Not big and like rocks, with distorted nipples from forcing so much silicone under the skin. “Fuck me, Marjorie, I love your breasts.”
“Y-you do?” Her breathing grew faster, and he realized she was nervous. Hell, she was practically trembling against him. “I-I’m not exactly—”
“Complete and utter perfection?” he interrupted. “To me, you are.”
Her dark eyes blinked up at him in the moonlight, as if analyzing that comment. Then, she took his hand in hers and slowly moved it to one of her breasts.
He sucked in a breath at the same time she did. It had been a long time since he’d felt a sense of wonder and reverence at touching a pair of tits, but touching Marjorie? Touching Marjorie was totally different from anything he’d felt before. Her breast was small in his hand, her flesh warm despite the goose bumps that pebbled her skin. She was either cold, or terrified—or both. His sweet Marjorie. He ran his fingers over her breast, tracing the curves of it with his fingers, his gaze on her face so he could watch each expression as it moved over her. Her eyes grew hazy as he touched her, her expression softening, and when his fingers slid along the underside of her breast, she gave an all-over body shiver.