That pretty flush was staining her cheeks again. “What if I wanted to touch you?”
“Then I would let you touch to your heart’s content. But don’t do it because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe me jack shit. Understand?”
She nodded, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Understood.”
“Good.” He bent over her breasts, admiring their curves, and then traced the tip of his tongue against one areola. “I love that you came here tonight, though I admit I was a little surprised.” He sucked lightly on one tip, liking the way her stomach moved under him as she shuddered. “But I’m guessing that you enjoyed our time in the water, hmm?”
She made a murmur of assent, and her fingers went to his hair, toying with a few strands before she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“My guess is that you were aroused when you got back to your room, and you started to masturbate.” Her sucked-in breath told him he wasn’t far off the mark. “But your hands didn’t feel as good as my mouth, and that’s why you came to me. Is that right?”
She was silent.
Rob looked up, and the look of stark embarrassment on her face made him kiss the tip of one nipple. “I’m right,” he told her. “And I find that fucking amazingly hot, Marjorie. The thought of you trying to get off after we parted? I love that thought. I love that you were that turned on.” He tongued one nipple again. “You know I did too, right?”
“You—you did? Really?”
“I do every night after we part,” he told her, pinching the tip of one nipple with his hand and admiring the gooseflesh that broke out on her skin. “Being with you turns me on so goddamn much that I have to take myself in hand after you leave. My cock’s always aching at the thought of you.” He lifted his head and gazed up at her. “Want to feel how hard you make me?”
Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated. Then, she bit her lip and nodded.
He rolled back to his side, resting next to her. His cock lay like a rod of iron against his thigh, the head dotted with pre-cum. He wondered if she’d shy away from touching him, but Marjorie immediately reached for him, her fingers caressing the head of his cock.
“It’s soft,” she said with wonder.
“Fuck, don’t tell a man that. My dick’s actually so hard it’s aching.”
She giggled. “No. Not your . . . your penis.” She stuttered over the word. “The skin covering it.” Her fingers glided over the crown of his cock, driving him utterly mad. “It’s so soft. It’s like . . . silk covering steel. And it’s so big.”
“That’s more like it.” God, her unschooled touches were fucking with his head. Every time those inquisitive fingers moved over the head of his cock and stirred in the pre-cum there, he was tempted to jerk those pants off of her and sink home.
But because he was going for sainthood, he closed his goddamn eyes and let her explore at her leisure.
Her fingers moved over him, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft, and then brushing over his sac. His balls were tight and aching, and her fingers felt so, so good against his skin.
“Is your cock big?” she asked. “Compared to . . . other men?”
“Big enough, sweetheart,” he told her, voice raspy with need. As her fingers continued to stroke and test him, he reached out and cupped one of her little breasts, unable to keep from touching her. “Probably bigger than average, but I don’t go around slinging my junk onto the nearest table and whipping out a ruler.”
She chuckled, the sound making him crazy with lust. “It seems big to me.”
“Have you seen a lot of cocks?”
She shook her head. “Just on the Internet. I’ve seen a bit of porn, but it seemed so . . .” she wrinkled her nose. “Soulless.”
He grunted. Most men probably wouldn’t agree with that. But a dreamer like Marjorie? He could see how she wouldn’t find it appealing.
Her fingers caressed the vein that traveled along the underside of his cock again, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand, make a fist, and fuck it.
“Marjorie, sweetheart,” he cautioned, strain in his voice as he struggled to keep his body language casual. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to come all over those pretty fingers of yours.”
Her eyes widened. She thought for a moment, and instead of drawing her hand away, she continued to caress him. “Can I . . . can I watch?”
Rob groaned. God save him from virgins. Why was it that everything came out of her mouth was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard? He was going to shoot his load in a matter of seconds and she’d think he was a schoolboy.
But, fuck it. “I’ll show you,” he said. He took her palm and rubbed it along the head of his cock, which was leaking drop after drop of pre-cum, he was so aroused. He swirled the crown along her soft skin, lubricating it as she stared in fascination. Then, he took her hand and curled it around his shaft. His hand covered hers, and he began to guide her, showing her how to stroke him. “That’s right.”
Her palm glided against his shaft. There wasn’t quite enough lube, but he didn’t fucking care at this point. Her wide eyes and her parted lips, the soft sounds she made as she stroked him, all of that drove him fucking wild. With a groan of her name, he shot his load a lot sooner than he wanted to, and hot come spattered over her hand and their joined fingers.
She immediately lifted her hand and began to touch the semen wonderingly. “It’s so thick.” Then, to his shock—and delight—she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted it.