Page 29 of The Virgin Playboy

“Heh, nice try. If we get a hotel, I'm putting you to work,” I flirted, his face beaming with an equally playful smile as he bumped my shoulder.

“Okay, well, then let's get a hotel,” he flirted, and that's all it took for us to return to the rental and check into a nearby hotel just right downtown. When we stepped inside the room, the first thing we did were take showers, washing the long ride from the day away. As I helped him complete the setup of his phone, tracing his Tā moko, he took my hand in his, kissing the inside of my wrist with gentle tenderness.

“If you didn't know, I just love your tattoos. Just slightly less than the body it's attached to.” At that, he laughed, but I was being completely serious. “Oh, and please let me know if I'm ever being too extra. Or if you feel like I'm objectifying you. I can get carried away. I just don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm that kind of friend that will hype you up to the point of embarrassment. Just let me know if I'm ever doing too much.”

“You know, I actually kind of like it. I never have to wonder what you like about me or my appearance. Oddly enough, everything I've always been insecure about, you seem to shower me with praise about. I'm not telling you to stop anything,” he beamed, making me wonder what those said insecurities were, but not being willing enough to ask. I didn't want him explaining that growing up he felt like his skin was too dark or his nose was too wide. He was fine, and that was just the end of it.

“Good, because I really like this tattoo of yours,” I said, touching his thigh, watching him grow hard from my touch. “Or maybe I just like where it leads,” I flirted, as he leaned in to kiss me and eased the robe I was wearing off my shoulder.

“You promised you'd let me do you first,” he cooed, kissing my neck and shoulders as I took off his glasses to put them on the nightstand, forking my fingers through his thick, curly strands.

“You know, it's not a contest, right?” I moaned, the feel of his lips against my skin feeling divine as he fondled my breasts.

“I know, but I get mad at myself when my performance feels rushed or I get too excited. I relax better knowing I got you there first. Plus, I really like eating pussy. Probably insanely too much. But most importantly, I like eating yours,” he gushed, and I know it was sexual, but it was actually kind of sweet that while he was learning, he really valued my pleasure.

“Okay, then earn your keep. Get to work,” I bantered, and get to work he did, in the most delectable way possible. With his fingers, he parted me, licking my swollen clit at an eagerly slow rhythm. Watching him hard at work was a sight to be seen, but he was always so in the zone sometimes he’d barely looked me in the eye. As a visual person, that was part of the act for me, so in efforts to be a better guide, I offered a tip.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. You're doing everything right, but you're always so focused. You don't take the time to study my reactions. It's hot when you look up at me, even hotter when your tongue is going crazy, and you give me a view of it. Just even a few seconds of that helps bring me closer. You just have such beautiful eyes. I want to see them more,” I admitted, as he took my instruction, dialing up my lust to a blazing twelve.

He'd always had that intense look in his eye, but paired that with making a mess of me, and he was already headed to become a menace to society. Fondling my breasts, his tongue swirled and lapped at my clit with a lifetime of expert precision, as before I knew it, he was licking up every drop of my pent-up climax, sucking me dry until I had nothing else left.

“Oh, fuck, baby! Stop, stop, stop. I can't take any more,” I whined, as he kissed me there one more time before dressing my torso with light kisses that stopped at my neck. Face to face, we locked lips, making out like a bunch of horny teenagers, his lips being a high I didn't want to come down from. Pulling him out of his colorful boxer briefs, my mouth watered at his already hard rock length as I lowered down to indulge myself, only to have him reach in and pull me by the chin to stop me.

“Mmm…what's wrong, baby? I asked, his aggressive reach bringing me in for a kiss.

“Don't get me wrong, I like when you suck my dick. Correction, I love when you suck my dick. I just want to experiment with, like, more positions. Like you being on top of me.” Leaning in for another kiss, I pulled back to grin.

“Say whattttt? I love being on top. Say less,” I said, as I mounted him before reaching for a condom. Overeager, I ripped the thing open with my teeth, breaking not only the wrapper but the rubber inside.

“Shit, that was the only one I had left,” I slouched. “I mean, if it's all the same to you, my last STI testing came back negative a few months ago, and you're the only guy I've been with within the year. I won't pass you anything, and I have an IUD, so I can't get pregnant. It's not a big deal if we go raw sometimes, but I also understand if that's a big boundary. I didn't plan on being intimate with anyone else while we partook in these lessons. When we have them, we have them. When we don't, not a big deal.”

“I mean, I trust you. And we've been great about the first couple times,” he agreed. My lips meeting his in a toe to toe tongue match. Taking his length in my hand I lowered down, guiding his dick to my already soaked entrance, a moan passing his lips as I made myself all the way down.

“Fuck!” With his strong hands gripping my hips, I rocked back and forth, catering mostly to my pleasure. “You're so fucking beautiful, Jacqueline,” he declared in between kisses, alternating between my lips and nipples, driving me insane.

“I'm sorry to be using your body like a fiend, it's just being on top, most women are gonna do what feels good to them. Riding dick is fun in theory, but grinding feels so much better. That's not all women, but it's definitely me.” Leaning in to kiss me, I took his face in my hands, matching his wanton energy.

“I don't mind. This is actually a good lesson for me. You seem to like the closeness when our pelvis’s meet. Is it the same for you when I'm on top?”

“Yeah, especially when you're really close. It's like twice the sensation in one.”

“Good to know.” At a sensual tempo, I ground my hips into his, sensing when he needed to switch up the pace to offer diversity.

“Mmm…it's okay if you take over sometimes. Just so you don't get bored watching me get off.” Kiss.

“I can never get tired of watching you come. But I will take you up on that offer for variety. I just don't want to risk getting soft,” he explained, as he wrapped one arm around me and firmly gripped my ass with the other. Rough and hard, he filled me, the impact as wild and fast as a carnival ride, hitting all my spots with each passing stroke.

“Mmm… baby, I like your way better. Way, way better,” I cried, our mouths fusing in an unbreakable kiss as he pulled back occasionally to control his orgasm.

“You know it is okay for you to come. You know that, right? We can always start over, like the few times before.”

“Yeah, but I'm just gauging my tolerance, which you only make worse when you've got that look in your eyes.”

“What look in my eyes?”

“That look you give me when you're about to come? It drives me blimmin’ mad,” he laughed, coming up to meet me in a kiss.

“Well, it's your fault! Fucking me like I'm not your first,” I teased as he gripped me hard and flipped me on my back, our lips at war in a scorching hot kiss.