Page 37 of The Virgin Playboy

“Okay?” she questioned.

“Yes, ma'am,” I said with a bite to my lip, as she proceeded to reach under my bum, and pulled me out of my underwear. One relief, despite having sensory issues, was her light touches didn't bother me. It was what kept me from thinking I was on the spectrum for so long that those little tickles against the skin weren't excruciating. Putting my dick in someone's mouth, unsurprisingly was.

“Mmm...” I sat up, trying catch my breath.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmmhmm…” I nodded, trying to think of anything other than how good it felt to have my dick in her mouth.

“Can you hold that a little longer, baby?” she asked, kissing, licking and looking like a fuckin’ vixen teasing the frenulum of my cock against her tongue.

“Yes, ma'am,” I groaned through gritted teeth, but she caught me off guard when she started taking me deeper, putting more pressure to her stroking.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, fuck! Can we just slow down a bit? That's too much, too soon,” I admitted.

“Mmm, I'll slow down for you,” she said, switching between light licks and kisses to the head. The view was indeed, delightful, but in short, I could hold out a little longer. I realized how privileged it was to just climax when I wanted to. Being brought to the brink just to start over was torture. This had to be why the reason why an orgasm was nicknamed a little death, because you've died a little every time, even when you couldn’t reach it.

“You're doing so good, Graham. I thought you would have given in by now.”

“I want you to see how good I can be,” I smiled.

“You're being such a good boy.” At that, my body jerked.

“You telling me that makes me want to come so fuckin’ bad,” I cried.

“Should I give you permission to come?”

“If you'd really like to reward me, I'd love it if I could fuck you,” I admitted, feeling like I could hold out.

“Do you think you earned fucking this pussy?”

“No, but let me show you it's worth it,” I laughed, exhausted.

“Okay, then you better make it worth it for me,” she flirted, untying each of my wrists as I went in for the kill, pinning her on her stomach to feast between her lovely thighs. She smelled divine, her scent informing me she was aroused and ready.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, lowering back to kiss each cheek of her bum, then turning her over to face me.

“I want you to fuck me hard…” she leaned into kiss me. “Mmm… and slow,” she said, as I lifted her onto my lap, and she gyrated against my privates. She looked so pretty taking what she wanted, even more so when she couldn’t take it anymore and lowered herself on my length.

“Oh fuck, Jaq. You’re so wet right now,” I groaned, clamping my eyes shut to focus on anything that didn’t involve how good it felt to be inside her.

The blend of our hips meeting, shared breathing and creaking of the bed made our lovemaking a simple symphony, a mixture of chaos and calm.

“Mmm…the level of restraint I've shown by not taking off your bra,” I smiled, then gasped. “You're so fucking beautiful right now.” As I met each lowered inch with a thrust of my own.

We touched and teased, taking turns letting each other lead. I couldn't even tell how long we'd been going at it, because we'd never gone this long without one of us surrendering.

“I want you to come for me,” I coaxed her, ignoring my own release. She leaned slightly forward, grinding her body up against mine, obeying my light commands to just let go. Seeing her like this was different in a way. Seeing her this way was special.

“Come on, baby, come for me. You look so pretty when you come for me,” I encouraged, her movement quickening as her breathing got heavier. She took my face in her hands, letting me witness her undoing with a front row seat.

“Oh, Graham,” her voice cracked, and adopted a pained expression before her body went limp. We sat there in a long bout of silence, her change in heartbeat beating calmingly yet loudly against my chest.

“That was nice. Everything okay?” she checked in, content with my nod as a reply.

“Did you come?”