Not yet, but soon.
He kissed her again on the mouth and then laid her back down on the bed. Then, he took her hand and pressed his mouth to her palm, then kissed each finger tip. From there, he proceeded to continue to kiss every inch of her skin as he moved along her arm, all the way back up to her shoulder. He could see that the tips of her breasts had gone taut with excitement, and he couldn’t wait to bring his mouth there. Soon. Instead, he continued on to her other arm, kissing down the length and ending at her hand.
Then oh, those sweet breasts were ready for his mouth. He leaned over her torso, just enjoying the sight of them for a long, long time. Such pretty breasts—paler than the rest of her, with nary a hint of freckle. Her nipples were tiny, pink, and tight, and when he leaned in, he could have sworn they practically stood, begging for his kisses.
And who was he to disappoint such pretty tits? Rob kissed down the valley between her breasts, nuzzling the skin there, and enjoying the little shivers of response she gave. Then, he moved to her left breast and began to slowly kiss around the nipple, teasing her with his teeth occasionally. When he’d kissed every inch of breast except for the part that was puckered and waiting for his mouth, he leaned in and gave her nipple a quick, perfunctory kiss.
He could practically hear the groan of dismay she stifled.
Next, he moved to her other breast, and repeated the same process. Kissing around the plush slope until he got to the nipple, and then gave it a cursory peck. This time, she made a sound of frustration.
“Not enough?” he asked. “All right, then.”
He cupped her breasts in his hands and then pushed both peaks together. Then, he leaned in and savaged both tips with his mouth, dragging teeth and lips and tongue over one peak, and then moving over to the other to give it the same attention.
Under him, Marjorie moaned and gasped, clearly loving this. Her nipples were quivering and her lungs were heaving, and she was biting her lip. But her fingers were still dug into his hair, and when he tried to pull away, she dragged him back down to her breasts again.
“We need to finish first base,” he chastised her, releasing her breasts and then moving down her stomach.
“Tease,” she protested.
He was. That was the point. He wanted Marjorie so worked up that she’d come the moment he put his mouth on her hot little pussy. Then, he wanted her to come a few more times so she was wrung out and satiated so when he finally took her virginity, she’d be so swollen with pleasure and need that she wouldn’t care if things hurt, as long as they felt good.
Because it was all going to feel good. He’d make sure of that.
So Rob kissed down her ticklish stomach, pressing his mouth lightly to her hips. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he felt her entire body tense. He knew she was anticipating what was next.
But he liked to keep her guessing. So he skipped the hip region entirely and moved down to one foot. For some reason, he loved Marjorie’s long feet. He knew they weren’t dainty—not by a long shot—but they were delicate nevertheless, the arch feminine and her tiny toes had the cutest little red pedicure. He kissed the arch of her foot, the tip of each toe, and then began to work his way up one long, smooth leg. And goddamn, but her legs were gorgeous. Miles and miles long, with strong calves and perfectly shaped knees, ankles, and thighs. Really, he’d never seen a better pair of legs. Anyone that was turned off by her tallness only had to look at these gorgeous stems and realize that she’d been gifted with more than just an intimidating height.
Then again, he liked that he was the one appreciating her for the first time. Maybe he should be thankful that the rest of the world was full of blind douchebags. He kissed one knee, then began to nibble along the inside of her thigh, watching with interest as she reacted to his mouth creeping closer and closer to her pussy. By the time he made it to the fabric of her panties again, she was stiff with anticipation.
So he switched directions once more, moving to her other foot and then kissing his way up her leg. Then, when he could prolong it no longer, he put his hands to her panty-clad hips and looked up at her. “These are going to need to leave if we want to finish first base.”
She trembled. Full body tremble. And god, he loved seeing that.
He didn’t want to scare her, though, or move too fast. “Do you want to leave these on?”
Marjorie shook her head. “You can take them off.”
Excellent. Pleased, he nipped at the skin just above the panty line with his teeth, and used his fingers to edge the fabric down an inch. With the new skin exposed, he pressed another kiss there, directly below her belly button. And then he eased the fabric down another notch, and kissed the new skin just below. He was going in a straight line to her pussy, his intentions obvious. And it was a fucking wonderful tease. Her little shivers of reaction were driving him mad, his cock aching and hard in his slacks. The fabric was sticking to the head of his dick thanks to the pre-cum he was leaking, but he ignored it. He ignored everything but Marjorie’s soft sighs, her little movements that told him of pleasure, and her obvious anticipation. She enveloped his senses, the soft feel of her skin, the scent of her musk mingled with the light scent of the ocean, the tiny whimpers that were now starting to escape her throat. She was so incredibly responsive.
He eased the panties down a little more, and now he had bush. It was a darker blonde than her hair, neatly trimmed but not waxed. Natural. He liked that. It suited her. He kissed the patch reverently and continued to slowly ease the panties down. Another kiss. Then, he could see where her slit began, and the teasing hint of her clit peeping out between her labia. And so he kissed it, too, and gave it a little flick with his tongue.