Page 36 of The Virgin Playboy

“When you rush out of your clothes, I don’t get to experience how beautiful of a man you are,” she seduced, lifting up my shirt, her long manicured nails raking across my skin. From the band of my boxers, she led me on the bed, as I waited for her to set the tone with instructions. Things started small with a kiss, and we stayed like that for a while being present in the moment.

I actually excelled at staying here, because before her, it had been the furthest I’d ever go. I didn’t need to dry hump or grope all the time to satisfy me, so the fact that it gradually moved toward that was just a bonus.

“You like this?” she cooed.

“I really like this,” I said with a kiss to her shoulder.

“Want to stay here? Or would you like to progress to the next stage?” Kissing the crook of her neck, I slipped my hand in her knickers, her expression shocked but pleased that I took the lead. Drawing light circles along her clit, she squirmed underneath me.

“Does the next stage involve you cumming for me like a little slut?” I teased, as she giggled and bit her lip. “Too much?”

“No, I just like it when you degrade me. I know it takes a lot for you to do it, but I fuckin’ love it.”

“Mmm… I'm just showing you that while I like when you’re in charge, I’m totally capable of giving you the same experience.” Kiss. “Especially when you promise…” Kiss. “To come for me…” Kiss. “Like a filthy…” Another kiss. “Little whore.”

“Yes, Graham. More of that please!”

“Mmm…you like that? Especially when my fingers are doing that thing you like to your clit?”

“Oh fuck, you just had to be a fuckin’ guitar player. The way you’re touching me is fuckin’ insane right now,” she whimpered, squeezing on my forearm. “Graham, baby. You are so fuckin’ sexy,” she said with a bite to her lip, releasing it when I leaned in to claim them.

“I love seeing you this way. Desperate to come for me. You’re so beautiful when you don’t care how needy you look. Look at you…I bet that you so badly want to come all over my fingers, don’t you?”

Teasing her gently, I’d get her close enough to lose her mind, just to stop and start over again. I’d taken her to a place I’d never seen her before, a place that was more vulnerable. Hearing her beg me, I finally gave in and allowed her to collapse on my hand, her climax transforming her into a helpless state, as she pleaded for a break.

“Mmm…that was nothing short of magnificent,” I admitted, combing my hair out of my face. She laughed, almost embarrassed.

“What did you like about it?” she wondered.

“Honestly? How humbling it is to have access to your body. It felt like I was touching you like normal, but being forced to sit with it without it progressing into something my body experienced, made me hyper aware of the changes you go through. Like from assertive to compliant. Strong to weak.”

“It’s hard for me to come from fingering alone unless I’m doing it myself but fuck, that was nice. The dirty talk was a nice touch. If you can be rougher next time, like a hand over my throat or a bite to my nipples, you might have to expect me to sneak one on you.”

“I'd like to learn you a bit better before I'm comfortable leaning into rough handling. I grew up with sisters, so I was always aware of my strength over a woman. It’s hard to overcome the idea of hurting you, but the more I learn you, I’m sure we can work up to that.”

“I can work with that. I appreciate you wanting to be comfortable before you try something different. The hardest thing dealing with someone is when they think they know everything, and think because they’ve fucked one person that they're an expert on your body. Even with me, I’m still learning what you like too,” she admitted.

“That's the difference between me and some other bloke. I want to know everything when it comes to your body,” I said, purring deep into a kiss.

“Before we ended the night, I wanted to try something on you, if you didn't mind.”

“Please...” I insisted, as Jacqueline walked over to grab something from her overnight bag and joined me back on the bed.

“Lay back, please,” she cooed.

“Yes, ma'am,” I followed, lying on my back. Jaq outstretched one of my arms, securing my wrist in a restraint, as she crawled over on the other side of the bed to do the same to my other wrist. All I could do was smile.

“We are going to work on your edging. Not to increase the weight of the climax, which that tends to do, but to see how long you can hold out when it's being asked of you.”

“Aww man, I fear I'll fail the moment you touch me,” I laughed.

“There's no right or wrong way. No passing or failing, only trying. Do you think you can hold out for me?” She purred.

“Yes, ma'am.” The light hair on my skin raising when she started kissing the thickest part of my thighs. I wasn’t even breathing.

“Don't hold your breath,” she challenged, noting my puffed up cheeks.

“Okay—”