The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(47)

“Now it’s your turn,” he murmured, and slid his hand to the waist of her pajama pants. He waited, checking her reaction. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear in her expression—only eagerness. Fucking lovely Marjorie. With another hot, tongue-filled kiss, he pushed his hand under the fabric, seeking her *.

When his exploring fingers hit the jackpot, she gasped. He wanted to, also—the fabric of her panties was soaked from her arousal, and the flesh under his hand was hot and slick with need. His virgin was fired up and in desperate need to get off.

And that was sexy as f*ck. He pushed his fingers into her folds, stroking one up and down the seam of her *. She was incredibly wet, so much so that he wanted to push his face down there instead of his hand and eat her out. Another time, though, when he had more leisure to introduce her to new things. She’d already experienced a lot tonight, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her. So he gently rubbed back and forth between those wet, wet folds and kissed her soft, open mouth.

She clung to him, her hands anchored around his neck as he stroked her. Marjorie’s long legs had fallen open a bit, and it eased his hand as he pushed deeper, seeking out the entrance to her cunt. He didn’t push deep when he found it, though, just circled the entrance and teased her with it.

Marjorie moaned, clinging to him. Her mouth had stopped responding to his kisses and was mostly slack with wonder as he fingered her. That was all right—he liked seeing that expression on her lovely face, too. He nibbled at her lips as he continued to tease at her entrance, and felt a fierce sort of pleasure when she rolled her hips against his hand, wanting more.


“Does that feel good?” he whispered against her mouth.

She made a wordless mew that might have been assent. Her hips moved against his hand again.

He slid his thumb up to her clit and rubbed it against the tiny bud, now prominent with her desire, and was gratified when Marjorie nearly leapt off his lap in response. He stilled his hand, fingers still poised at the entrance to her cunt, thumb resting on her clit. “Was that too much? Should I stop?”

Fingernails curled into his skin. “No,” she panted. Her expression was dazed. “Don’t stop.”

“Do you like it when I touch you? When I sink my fingers into this wet * and tease it?” His lips trailed along her skin, touching anywhere he could. She was so soft, so fragrant, so very into what he was doing to her. She wasn’t feigning anything simply to get his attention; she was more like an eager puppy discovering everything.

And he wanted to be the one to show her, to initiate her.

When she was silent, he kissed her parted lips again. “Does my dirty talk bother you?”

She squirmed against his hand, shifting her wet flesh delightfully against his fingers. She wanted more petting, that was clear. She just didn’t know how to ask for it yet. “Rob,” she breathed.

“Remember what I said earlier?” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her freckled nose. “There’s nothing between us that’s embarrassing. It’s all for pleasure.”

“It’s just so . . .”

“Blunt?”

She nodded.

“I am blunt,” he admitted. “I can’t change that.”

“I don’t want you to change. It just makes me . . . shy.” Her hips wiggled again. “I like your touches.”

“And you like it when I tell you dirty things?” he guessed. “You’re just too shy to say them back?” At her little nod, he kissed her again, and rewarded her with a press of his fingertips against the entrance of her cunt.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating with pleasure, and he felt her give another wiggle, trying to push him deeper.

But his Marjorie didn’t yet realize that the tease was half the fun. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her clit again, and she gasped and clung to his shoulders, her hips jerking in response. Her little clit was very sensitive, he guessed, and probably swollen. If she’d been touching herself earlier, before she’d come to him, it was probably over-sensitized at this point. It needed his mouth. Hell, his mouth needed to be there.

Not this time, he cautioned himself. Instead, he dragged his fingers from the well of her cunt and pulled them forward through her folds, sliding her moisture up to her clit. Then, he framed the hood with his two fingers and began to slowly rub the sides, watching her expression.

Her mouth parted. Her legs trembled. And she clung to him so hard, as if she worried she might fall off his lap, even though his other hand was anchored at her waist.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured as he continued to rub her, carefully stroking the sides of her clit. “You can let go at any time. I’ve got you.”

Her hands released from his neck, and Rob was so startled that she dropped backward on the bed despite his supporting arm.

Well, when he’d said “let go” he hadn’t meant it quite like that.

But Marjorie wasn’t bothered by the fact that she was now on her back. Instead, the new position allowed her to roll her hips more freely, and she was wiggling and writhing against his hand. And f*ck, that was hot. Now that his other arm was free, he reached out and caressed one of her bouncing little tits, rubbing the nipple even as she rode his hand.

And she cried out. Her hands clenched on his arm, but she didn’t stop him. Her eyes snapped shut and her face contorted. “Rob, I’m—”