Page 159 of Biker's Virgin


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I led him to his own bedroom and turned to face him. He seemed a little unsure of what I was doing, but I went with it without bothering to explain. Slowly and deliberately, I removed his shirt and pants. I made him sit on the bed as I gave his shoulders a nice, long massage. When I started to feel him relax, I pulled him up and pulled off his boxers so that he was standing naked in front of me.

I felt a tug of desire, but I controlled myself and led him to the bathroom. Phil’s bathroom had a shower that stood over a bathtub. I filled the tub with water and gestured to him to get inside. Once he was in, I started rubbing his body, pushing the warm water over his back and chest and caressing his skin in soothing circles. I could sense how at ease he was, and it made me happy to know I had brought that about.

“Thank you,” he whispered, after a moment.

“Does this feel good?” I asked.

“It does.” He nodded. “But you know what it would make this bath even better?”

“Tell me,” I said, willing to do anything to make him feel better.

“If you were in here with me,” Phil said.

I smiled, but I felt a sudden surge of self-consciousness engulf me. I wanted him badly, but I wasn’t as confident in my skin as I would have liked to be. The first and only time we had had sex had been sudden and unexpected. It had happened before my mind had had time to process anything, so there was no time to psyche myself out.

“What’s

wrong?” Phil asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

“Come on, Megan,” he said gently. “You can tell me.”

I smiled self-consciously. “It’s just that… I guess I’m feeling a little shy.”

“Shy?” he said in surprise.

“Yes.”

“You?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Why is that surprising?”

“Because you’re perfect,” he said simply. “And that should give you all the confidence you need.”

“I’m hardly perfect,” I said, blushing slightly.

“I’m willing to argue you on that.”

“Please don’t,” I said quickly.

“Come on,” he urged, taking my hand. “Join me.”

Taking a deep, internal breath, I stood up as Phil leaned back in the bathtub and watched me closely. I pulled off my jeans and the t-shirt I was wearing. I felt slightly nervous, but he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world and it gave me the boost of confidence I needed. That was the only reason I was able to pull off my bra and panties.

“See?” Phil said the moment I was completely naked. “Perfect.”

Smiling, I stepped into the tub and sunk down to meet him. He placed his hands on my hips and guiding me to him so that I was straddling him. The moment I reached his lap, I realized he was hard as a rock. That knowledge sent a thrill of desire shooting through my body, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around his erection.

Gently, I teased my hand up and down his cock, taking pleasure in the way his eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened just a little. I leaned in and kissed him hard until we were locked in a passionate embrace that had us sloshing water out of the bathtub and onto the tiled floor underneath.

With the utmost ease, Phil lifted me slightly and then pushed me down on top of him so that his cock slipped inside me. I gasped a little, but I was thrilled to discover that there was no pain this time. There was just the intoxicating feeling of being complete.

He kept his hands on my hips, and with his help, I found my rhythm. I rode him back and forth and then up and down, slamming into his cock so hard that a huge amount of water was being displaced.

Phil didn’t seem to care, and neither did I. I was just intent on enjoying this unbelievably intense experience. He pulled me towards him and with his face pressed up against my breasts, we came together, moaning and gasping and writhing around the compact space with pleasure.

Eventually, Phil leaned back against the tub and smiled. His face was glistening with little drops of water, and I reached out and wiped them away with my hands.

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