Page 32 of The Virgin Playboy

“Jaq, I don't ever see myself building a tolerance to head,” I joked, placing my hand at the back of her head to anticipate the speed.

“Well, I like giving. Plus, your biggest insecurity is climaxing too quickly during sex. It's not that you can't last, it's just on your mind until you come. Getting rid of that initial excitement lets you start over from scratch. Besides, you have a dangerously quick refractory period, which I will be taking advantage of.”

“Mmm…take advantage of me,” I groaned as she’d led me to sit on the couch, which was a lot more comfortable than me standing up. I was trying to hold out, but once Jaq hit me with that corkscrew, it was game over. Jaq climbed on the couch, lying on her stomach as I crawled up behind her, bringing my face to her sex. Pulling her lacy knickers to the side, I slurped away at her lips, her moans like symphonies when I finally licked at her clit.

She didn't give me much time to indulge before she just took the darn things off and stripped down to nothing. There was always that cross between a mix of euphoria and anxiety as I took my clothes off in anticipation or reaction to her following suit.

Her body was so bloody perfect, I almost regret not getting another set in.

“Goddamn, baby, milk has done your body good.” And then she said things like that, and all that insecurity went away.

With what now felt instinctive, I rolled the condom on and mounted her from behind, my heart racing as I pushed all the way past her lips.

“Oh fuck, that dick is so fucking big,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you like taking this big cock, baby?” I challenged, feeling adventurous.

“Yeah Graham, fuck me with that big fucking dick,” she demanded, doing as she asked, only this time laying a hard slap to her bum, making her laugh.

“Everything okay?” I checked in, maintaining my current rhythm.

“Yeah, baby, it was just alarming because you've never done that before,” she whispered.

“I can stop.” Though in my head I’m thinking please don't tell me to stop. This feels so good.

“No, I love impact play. You’re just so sweet any other time, and I think I like when you lean out of your comfort zone. You pick up quick,” she assured, “Oh, fuck, I'm about to come on this dick. Don't you dare fucking stop,” she demanded, and who was I to argue with that?

Talking me through her climax, the closer she came, the filthier her words got. Usually that had me racing to the finish line, but even she noticed when something was up.

“What's wrong, baby. It usually doesn't take this long for you to come,” she noticed.

“I know and I'm sorry. I picked up condoms on the way here, and I think the brand you get just feels better. It feels good but its taking away some of the sensation. I should have really looked before I grabbed them,” I admitted.

“Just take it off.”

“Jaq, are you sure?

“Remember what we discussed a few weeks ago? It’s okay, you’re not gonna knock me up!” she assured, as I withdrew and peeled off the condom, mounted her from the back again, only this time we laid down on the length of the couch, as a I hooked my arm around her leg to keep her open. I fuckin loved this position. Even better with no condom.

“Holy fuck this shit feels incredible without a rubber. I’m afraid you’re beginning to spoil me,” I laughed, trying to hold it all together.

“Do you want to come inside me this time? It’d probably be less messy than risking it on the couch.”

“Fuck! I get a choice this time?” I giggled, choosing to take her up on her offer just to have experienced it. I lowkey hating pulling out but when we didn’t have condoms, it felt like better than nothing. Considering she couldn’t get pregnant, I questioned why I’d been so cautious about it.

Driving my frenzied hips into her backside, I buried my face in the crook of her neck and lost myself in the moment. She felt so fuckin’ good, and I loved how this position always gave me access to all of her body.

“Come for me, baby. Fuck this pussy hard and come for me,” she pleaded, and I was afraid that was all it took for me to pound away until my climax sent me reeling. Hard, I emptied inside of her, her walls feeling like an ocean with no end.

It was comforting, and warm and a miracle I had lasted as long as I had. Running her fingers through my hair, she turned to face me in what became the softest of kisses that felt strangely placed after a session that savage. But that was just it, it wasn't about pleasure alone. I wanted those soft and wholesome moments too. It made me feel cared for.

Between a tumble of turning her over on her back, our lips melted like a marriage of melting wax. It was hard as hell to put my clothes back on after being inside her. It was basically torture slipping my leg through each pant leg.

“You sure it was okay to come inside you?”

“If it hadn't been, I wouldn't have given you permission. The right condoms make a big difference, and I didn't want you to feel like this was a waste of your time.”

“It's never a waste of time to spend time with you,” I beamed. “I know I would have climaxed eventually. I just should have paid better attention to what I was buying.” She asked to see the ones I grabbed, offering a suggestion.