Page 26 of The Virgin Playboy

“Talk to me,” I encouraged.

“You sure?”

“It’s the only way I’ll build a tolerance to it,” I laughed.

“Drive that fucking dick into that pussy,” as not only did I do that, I leaned in to kiss her face, enjoying the closeness of her back against my chest. For something so simple, sex was so much fun. Or maybe it was better depending on who you shared it with.

“This is where you can go a little harder, baby,” she moaned, as I thrust my hips back and forth, her melodic sounds music to my ears.

“Oh my god. Take that shit, baby. Oh, boy you are hitting my spot. God damn.” It was truly a crime how deep I could dick her down in this position. Sure, it was less personal, but a bit more primal. And since I was less distracted by her face and breasts, I could really focus.

“You like that?” I replied, getting more comfortable with answering her back.

“Fuck yeah, give me that fucking dick.” As I pushed up, got on my knees and repositioned her to all fours.

“Aw, fuck.”

“I think I'm gonna cum⁠—”

“You gonna fucking cum?” I asked in tandem, reaching my hand between her legs to coax her further.

“You know when I told you not to stop what you're doing? This would be a really good time to listen.” I centered all my efforts into maintaining the depth and rhythm that was driving her insane. Loud, breathy yet broken, insatiable moans accompanied her reaching for me to hold on to, as I drove and pounded her into eye rolling pleasure.

She whined and winced, becoming weak and docile, as I slowed my pace, dropping to our sides, where we caught our breath and kissed very much still attached in a sloppy spoon. I think this was my favorite position so far, same depth with a bit more softness. Plus, we were both relaxed and I had more access to kiss her better and reach over to tease her breasts.

“Think I can get you to cum again?” Meeting the inside of her knee with my elbow to keep her wide open.

“Don't worry about tit for tat. Just enjoy the way it feels. It's not about keeping score,” she assured, but I couldn't help that everything in me wanted it to be as good of an experience for her, as it was for me.

“I just want to make you feel good.”

“You are,” she cooed, turning around to join me in another kiss. How lucky was I to be sharing this moment with someone this patient? It exceeded every one of my expectations, and I longed for the next time, and the time after that, when everything felt more natural to me.

When she reached down to touch herself, I took my hand to hover it above hers, just so I could feel her movement. This time was slower, less intense, but more intentional, as I could literally see her eyes glass over as she lost herself through her touch and my thrust.

It wasn't long before I emptied myself into the condom, a rush of relief and agony leaving my body. Both of us were physically, emotionally, and spiritually spent, and the time it had taken me to get up and throw away the rubber, she was already sound asleep, masterfully stretched out in made-for-art perfection.

Rejoining her, I memorized the shape of her every curve, her every arch, dimple, or indent her body made. She was perfect. Or the best kind of imperfect, because no one was perfect. I kissed her forehead, prepared to hold her just to experience her at peace, but then I reminded myself. This was just sex. Even if I wanted to, there was no point falling in love. So, there was no point in sticking around.

***

I'd overslept for sure, trying to quietly tiptoe back to my room before anyone caught me. To my detriment, my suspicions about Kaihautū and Carly had been correct, as he too was trying to make a quiet exit from her room across.

“Where are you coming from?” I grit my teeth in a whisper.

“I know you not talking,” he grit back.

“I was just coming from the bathroom⁠—”

“With a limp, my guy?” catching me red-handed. Sex was definitely a mini workout. Felt like a leg day, my hamstrings were on fire.

“So, ain't no one sleep in this motherfucker?” he joked in a whisper.

“Come on, don't be a dickhead.”

“I mean, do your thing, homie. I'm not mad at you finally getting it in. Just know though, once you start? It’s hella hard to stop,” he taunted before disappearing into his room across the hall.

It finally happened. Can’t say for sure if I felt any different, but one thing I wasn’t, was a twenty-eight-year-old virgin anymore. I was just…some guy. It’d been so embedded in my identity, I wasn’t sure what that meant for me. But at least I had an incredible teacher to look forward to.