Page 66 of The Virgin Playboy

“Only the one that you made me.” Pulling her out of her panties, I lowered to her sex, my tongue meeting her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. Her legs welcomed me there as she spread further and further as I worked hard to find a delectable rhythm.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it over her face to muffle her moans. It was fine at first, but my high came from her expressions, her sounds, her cries. Watching the way agonizing pleasure took over her body. So, it wasn't long before I was begging her to take it away, even if it meant a scolding over breakfast.

“It's okay, baby. Just moan for me. I want to see you, Jaq,” I pleaded, and without much argument, she tossed the pillow to the side to let me bask in her glory.

“I'm sorry, Graham, it just feels so good. Everything you're doing right now feels so fucking good. Fuck! Especially since we're not supposed to be doing it,” she laughed.

“Yeah, well, I'll take the punishment. It's worth it to see the look on your face right now, you little slut,” I teased, watching her come undone as I pulled back the hood of her pussy, driving her mad with light circular emotions with my fingers, while I lapped away feverishly at her clit.

“Oh yeah, Graham, just like that. Just like that. Fuck,” she cried. The trembling starting at her legs, as not long after, her climax shot through her torso, the length of her body convulsing at the presence of her release. Kissing her pussy, she begged me to stop and in a trail of peppered kisses, I climbed on top of her, meeting her mouth.

“I'm sorry for making you come so fast.” Our shared laugh between kisses softening the moment.

“Graham, trust me. I am not complaining that you're able to get me there in five minutes or less. Oh shit,” she gasped, as I wasted no time climbing on top of her, slipping past her slick walls. “Mmm…someone's so eager today.” Mid stroke, I stopped to check in.

“I'm not hurting you, am I?” She pulled my face down to hers to kiss me, as I worked myself deeper inside her.

“No, you just surprised me with how rough you're being. A girl could get used to that. Mmm…” she moaned, as I resumed my initial rhythm, the worries of the world no longer a threat to my thoughts. I finally understood why it was so easy to use sex as a tool to disengage with the world. During sex, you didn't care about any of your problems chasing an orgasm, and even if it was just for an hour, you could turn your brain off.

In a mix of lyrical mix of whimpers and moans, our bodies melded and meshed until the strength of my willpower had finally given in, seconds away from a devastating finish.

“Oh, Jaq, baby, I'm gonna come for you.”

“Mmm… you gonna come in this pussy, baby?” she moaned, as I quickened my pace and emptied into her, my fears, my challenges, my pain, a distant memory. Helping her wipe down, I rested my head on her bare chest, the comfort of her fingers forking my hair enough to put me to sleep. I'm glad I didn't though, because all of a sudden, she was in a talking mood.

“Well, that was nice. What did I do to deserve rule-breaking sex in the main house?” she joked.

“I don't know. I guess I was just tired of pretending for my family's sake. Like, I get they'll never understand, but forgive me if I've been making you feel like some cheap slag. For the rest of the trip, we can be done with that. I never thought how hard it could be withholding,” I admitted, her next statement catching me off guard.

“I want to take a tour of the visiting center that's connected to your old church.” That made me sit up, given the randomness of it.

“Wait, why?”

“I mean, this trip has been about learning who you are and who you were as a person. I'm not sure it'd be complete without revisiting that part of you. I know you walked away from it but it's still a big part of you. Especially spending more time with your family… don't look so worried. I'm not interested, nor am I ever considering converting or following any organized religion. I just want the insight of what shaped you,” she said, as I laid there, not knowing how to answer.

“You sure you want to waste our free time doing that? There's lots more places I can take you. And we still have so much time. Plus, it's just a visiting center. The church is reserved for members only, that means even I'm only allowed to look from the outside.”

“Graham. I am very aware, but it feels like you just don't want to take me, and if that's the case, then we can just leave it here. Discussion over.”

“No, we can go. I just don't want you to feel pressured. Or even worse, it's something my mom tried to talk you into—” Pressing a finger to my lips, she silenced me.

“Take a deep breath, baby. It's just a tour. I'm not asking you to sign my voice away on the dotted line,” she joked.

“Okay.” I hesitated.

“Okay?” she formed more of a question, and I confirmed with a nod. “Now come to bed, alright? We might just burn at the first step on sacred ground. Might as well get a good night's rest in.”

***

The visitor center I had known all too well, having once been a volunteer here to answer people's questions. It wasn't like visiting a temple, more like a low-pressure, non-invasive experience designed to be welcoming and educational. It was very much similar to a viewing of a museum, only it was mostly depicting artwork of church history or paintings depicting scenes from the Bible. I was surprised at how many questions Jaq had. I think she was trying to trip our tour guides up, because as someone who practiced, they seemed to conveniently have an answer for everything. Looking back, as someone who used to be that, made me grateful I chose to worship faith in my own way.

There was no room for challenging it, just trusting blind belief. I couldn't imagine what was going through her head right now, because I couldn't wait for this tour to be over. We drifted off from the main group, making our way to the nearby temple to admire its architecture. For the first time all morning. I could finally breathe.

“Having fun learning about the history of my people's colonization?” I offered. “For a church that does a hell of a lot of recruiting. The temple is pretty much closed off to outsiders.”

“Like, I don't know what that feels like. This trip definitely reminds me of what it feels like to be on the outside,” she confessed, as confusion filled my gut.

“I thought my family was making you feel welcome? Plus, need I remind you, you're the one who wanted to do this tour, not me.” Her face softened, her demure makeup replacing her usual witchy look. I advised against it, but she insisted because she didn't want to be judged by her appearance.