VIRGIN AGAIN

He didn’t carry her all the way back to his room. As much as he’d wanted to, Sarah had blushed and insisted otherwise. They’d walked back, hand in hand, instead. They were quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. Rather, it was an anticipatory one.
When they got into the hotel, Drake looked over at Sarah. “Did you want to go back to your room to get anything?”
She shook her head, eyes shining. She looked so goddamn thrilled. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he was doing something incredibly dickish? He was cornered either way. He was going to either lose Sarah tonight, or lose her tomorrow. This way he at least made her happy, right?
He’d just have to deal with the fallout.
They went up to his suite and Drake locked the door and set the latch.
He turned around. “Sarah, if you’re sure—”
“Quit asking me if I’m sure. I’m absolutely sure,” she told him, and tore at the front of his shirt, ripping the buttons open.
All right, then. He grabbed her and began to kiss her, his lips moving over hers in no longer a soft caress but a firm conquest. He tongued her deep and was aroused when she responded. There was his girl. The one who blushed like a virgin and kissed like a porn star. Groaning, Drake grabbed her by the ass and she wrapped her legs around him again, and then they staggered toward the bedroom.
Once there,Drake dumped her onto the bed and covered her with his body, and just kissed her. It seemed that Sarah wouldn’t settle for just kisses, though. She wriggled and moved her hips under him, frantic for more. Her hands were all over his shirt, pulling at it, desperate to get his clothes off.
She wanted things to move fast. And this wasn’t his first time trying to take things slow when she wanted the opposite , and he knew that fast would probably be a bad call. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed the hell out of herself. To make sure that the next guy she fucked, she was as eager for his dick as she was for Drake’s.
Of course, thinking about her fucking another guy made him see red, and he gripped her hair tightly as his tongue thrust into her mouth, a silent claim. She was his, goddamn it. His sweet, blushing girl with the hint of freckles on her nose and the legs that went on for mils and goddamn miles.
In response to his kiss, Sarah whimpered and rocked against him, dragging her cunt along his dick. God, he loved her height. It made their bodies line up perfectly, and when she rubbed up against him, it felt like fucking paradise.
He pushed his hand under the short skirt of her dress, gliding along one of her thighs. Her skin was warm to the touch, and bare under his hand, and just touching her inner thigh made him feel like he was about to come in his pants. His hand sought the apex of her thighs and pressed against her panty-covered mound. “I can’t wait to get a look at this,” he told her, and pressed his thumb against her slit through the fabric, pushing down on her clit.
She moaned and rubbed against him, her eyes closing. “Oh, oh, Drake . That feels so good. How is it you know exactly where to touch me?”
The answer was practice, of course. He’d fucked dozens of girls. But it seemed wrong to bring that up now, when he was in bed with the only woman he wanted. So he leaned in and nuzzled her neck even as he rubbed his thumb against that perfect spot. “Because your face is so expressive, sweetheart. I can tell exactly what touches you like and what touches you don’t.”
“I think I like all your touches,” she said in a shy voice.
“Then I’ll give you all of them,” he told her, and didn’t even care that it was a fucking corny-ass line. That was how he felt, damn it. For Sarah, he’d do anything. He pressed his thumb against that little dip in her panties, and felt it growing wet under his touch. “So . . . are we hitting all the bases tonight?”
She gave him a shy smile and nodded.
“In that case, maybe we should hit up each one as we go, to make sure we cover everything.” He reluctantly pulled his hand out from under her skirt. “Tell me what first base is, again?”
“Kissing,” she told him, her eyes bright with anticipation. Fuck, she was pretty. Her hair was tousled around her head, loose waves brushing against her neck. She’d tanned a bit this week, which meant her nose was even more freckled, her blue eyes brighter in her face. She was utterly lovely. As he gazed down at her, she licked her lips. “I think we’ve already covered kissing, though.”
“We’d better make sure we’ve tackled it at every angle, though,” he told her, and leaned in and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, eager and hungry for his caress. She made a soft little noise of protest when he pulled away from her lips, but he bent down again and kissed her nose, her cheek, her forehead, her jaw, every bit of skin he could touch as she lay back and gazed at him with an adoring look in her eyes. Then, he cupped the back of her head, tangling his hand in her hair, and moved to her ear. She had the most adorable earlobes, really. For a girl with short legs, short fingers, and a short feet, she had the most charming, dainty ears. They were tiny little shells that lay perfectly against her skull, and he ran a finger along the curve of one. “I think I’ve never seen a more perfect ear.”
She giggled, squirming under his touch. “I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my ears before.”
“Probably because they’re too blown away by those gorgeous legs of yours.” He leaned in and kissed her earlobe, then gently ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. She sucked in a breath and shivered under him, and her fingers seemed to clutch at him a little harder. His Sarah liked that, did she? Encouraged, Drake continued to trace her ear with his tongue, then settled at her earlobe, licking and sucking at the soft skin.
A little moan escaped Sarah roughly .
“How does that feel?” he asked her, voice husky. His own arousal was threatening to take over him, but he’d ignore it, because this had to be fucking perfect for her. Last night, he’d come first. Tonight, she was going to, and she was going to come often.
He’d make fucking sure of that.
“I feel . . . good,” she breathed. “Fluttery.” She shifted on the bed a little. “Wet between my thighs.”
Ah, damn. The sound of that was like music to his ears. “I’ll get to your thighs soon, sweetheart. Tell them to be patient.”
She chuckled, and it broke off into a gasp as he began to kiss his way down her neck.
“First,” he told her, “we have to finish with first base. And I’m not done with the kissing.”
“N-no?” she asked tremulously. Her hands went to his hair and she dragged her nails against his scalp, which felt fucking fantastic.
“Nope. There’s still parts of you that I haven’t kissed.”
“Oh. I don’t know that first base means that you kiss everything.” She sounded so very serious.
“Are you sure? Is there a manual?”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure there’s not a manual.”
He kissed across her delicate collarbones over to the other side of her neck. “Then how do you know? Best to just cover everything to make sure, don’t you think?”
“All right,” she agreed softly, and gave a little sigh, arching her neck so he could access it more easily. “I’m game.”
And that aroused him like he couldn’t fucking believe. He groaned and resisted the urge to rub his dick against her like a rutting beast. His mouth sucked on her skin where her shoulder met her throat, and he was pleased in a possessive sort of way to see the mark he left there. Sarah would be covered with hickeys if it was up to him, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. So he went on, brushing the strap of her dress aside as he continued to kiss her skin. He pushed the fabric down her arm, but it revealed a bra underneath. “I think this needs to come off if we’re to continue with first base.”
“Is that so?” She sounded so breathless. So sweet. So incredibly fucking eager.
“Yep. I think if we’re going to do this right, we need to make sure we cover every inch.” He tugged her by the hand until she was sitting up, and helped her pull her dress over her head.
Then, she was just in her bra and panties, and gazing up at him, so trustingly. He couldn’t help leaning in and kissing her again, even as she slid a hand behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. It fell forward and she shrugged it off her shoulders, and then she was topless, in nothing but a pair of tiny cotton panties that would be coming off soon as well.
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? Drake 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, Sarah 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 Sarah 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 ends on the last base , she’d be so swollen with pleasure and need that she wouldn’t care if things were fine or not , as long as they felt good.
Because it was all going to feel good. He’d make sure of that.
So Drake 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 Sarah’s short feet. He knew they weren’t dainty—not by a short 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 short, 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 shortness 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?”
Sarah 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 Sarah’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.
She made a sound a bit like “guh.” As if all the air had been forced out of her throat.
He ignored that, pleased, and continued to ease the panties down her thighs. For the next kiss, he had to bury his face between them and press in, seeking her flesh. He did, and she whimpered again. Her knees tried to slide apart, to give him access, but the fabric of her panties held them together. She whimpered a protest again.
He sat up and pulled her panties the rest of the way off.
“I think we’ve sufficiently covered first base. What do you think?”
She nodded, her face shining with a fine layer of sweat. Her lower lip looked swollen from where she’d been biting it. And she looked damn pretty.
“So, what’s second base again? Petting on the breasts? Or just petting everywhere?”
“I-I think it’s just the breasts.”
“But you’re not sure?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“No,” she breathed.
“Well, then, I suppose I should pet any erogenous zones, shouldn’t I?” He rubbed his hands together and studied her.
She lay flat back on the bed looking very virginal, very aroused, and very uncertain. Now they were starting to venture into new territory, because he could imagine all kinds of fun places to put his hands and make her say “guh” again. But he’d start with the simple stuff, ease her into things since it been a long time for her.
However ,really, torturing his poor sweetheart was downright fun.
Drake moved up her body and gave her another quick kiss on the mouth, and then he lay down next to her, on his side, so he could watch her as he petted and stroked her body. His hand went to her neck first, fingers gliding over the delicate veins visible just under her skin, and then trailed down to her breasts. He circled one fingertip around one areola, watching it pucker and her body jerk under his ministrations. “Very nice,” he told her softly. He lightly pinched the tip, not enough to hurt, and gave it a little tug to elongate it. Her breast jiggled enticingly as he did, and he rubbed the underside with his fingers, soothing and petting her before moving back to the other breast and doing the same again. She was watching his hands, but she wasn’t making those sweet noises he loved, so he knew that this wasn’t driving her half as crazy as it was driving him. Time to change it up, then. He cupped her breast, and his thumb rested against her nipple. Then, he slowly rubbed it back and forth over the peak, little circles over the sensitive skin.
That got a reaction. She arched her back, pressing her breast against his hand, and moaned.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he murmured, watching her expressive face as he continued to stroke her pebbled nipple. Her mouth worked silently, as if she wanted to answer him, but no sound came out. That was all right. He didn’t need sound to know he was touching her the way she liked. The goose bumps on her flesh told him plenty. He rubbed her nipple a little longer and then moved to the other breast, caressing it and then teasing the peak there until it was as stiff and aching as the other one.
And as stiff and aching as his cock. He had to admit, watching Sarah give everything she had to him was incredibly arousing. She would never be a girl that was able to pretend—everything showed on her face. If he didn’t give her an orgasm, her expression would let him know. And if she was close, he’d know that, too, all without her having to say a word or point out to him just how she liked her pussy licked.
Not that he would mind if Sarah demanded that he lick her pussy, of course. That would be rather fun on its own. But he doubted that would happen anytime soon. His Sarah was still so shy.
He leaned in and kissed her parted lips, dipping his tongue between them as he continued to tease her nipples. She moaned and pressed her tongue against his, distracted but seeking pleasure. Now came the part he’d been waiting for. “I’m going to move my hands south, Sarah,” he told her in a low voice. “And if you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. Understand?”
Her eyes opened, widened, and she nodded at him. Her hips rose in a silent plea, and he stroked his hand down her belly. She was lean, her stomach flat above her hips, but not bony. Strong. Beautiful. He caressed his hand over her pussy, and then stroked one finger up and down her cunt lips.
She was slick. “Nice and wet for me, sweetheart.”
She moaned a sound that might have been his name, and her face tucked against his shoulder.
That was all right. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll touch you carefully. I want to make this good for you.”
“I know,” she said in a small voice. “We have done all this several times. But this feels so new.Definitely better than my first time ”
“But tonight, I’m going to sink my fingers deep into that hot cunt of yours,” he told her in a husky voice, pressing a kiss to her ear, since it was the closest to his face. “And I’m going to find your g-spot, and I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to squeeze around my fingers.”
Her only response was a gaspy little intake of breath.
“Part your knees for me,” he told her, and she did. Not wide, but enough for him. He carefully pushed one thigh open until she was spread for him, and then he glided his fingertips through her wetness again, learning her. She was wet from her clit to her core, and her flesh was hot and swollen with need. He licked his lips, eager to taste her and to thrust his tongue deep, but that was the next base. They’d get there. Instead, he took two fingers and placed them on either side of her clit, remembering what she’d liked from last night. Touching her like this allowed him to part her flesh a little more, and he rubbed his paired fingers on her clit, then dragged them down to the opening of her cunt. Then, back up again, over and over, until she was rocking against his hand and making soft little noises in her throat. Her moisture was all over his hand, soaking him in her scent.
“I’m going to push a finger inside you, Sarah,” he told her, even as he rubbed back and forth, the sides of her clit all the way down to her dripping wet core. “And tell me if I’m going too fast or if it hurts, all right, sweetheart?”
She nodded against his shoulder, her face tense.
Watching her face, he slowly circled one finger against her entrance, and then sank it in.
Sarah gasped, raising her hips even as he pushed his finger into her, the expression on her face filled with wonder.
Sweet fucking god, she was like heaven. Tight, and hot, and impossibly wet, she clamped around his finger as if she were sucking it. Ah, fuck. That was going to feel like paradise on his dick, it really was. But she’d need to enjoy herself a little more first.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, leaving nothing but the tip inside her hot cunt, and then moved it slowly back inside again.
“It feels . . . odd. Nice.” She bit her lip. “Good?”
“Good is a start,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her brow once more. Her face was tight, but she wasn’t panicking, which was also good. If she panicked, she’d tense up and then he’d never even be able to get a second finger inside her.
He pushed his finger in and out of her slowly, and when she no longer tensed with every movement, he added a second finger and pushed into her. This time, she whimpered and buried her face against his chest. “That feels a little . . . tight.”
Hell yes, it did. His cock throbbed, demanding to seat itself into that tight, wet warmth. Drake ignored it. He’d push into her when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Instead, he continued to stroke in and out of her with his two fingers, until she was slippery with need and her face pressing against his chest held urgency, her hand tight against his shirt.
“Drake ,” she panted. “That feels good, but—”
“But you need more?” he guessed. Most women did. He kept his two fingers sunk into her and his thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it, trying to encourage her into her first orgasm.
She cried out and her body seemed to light up. That combination worked, he thought with a masculine jolt of pride. He thrust his fingers into her again and rubbed on her clit, and she gasped again, her hips rising when he repeated the motion. Then, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her like he wanted to do with his cock, and she panted and mewed against him, her hips trembling as she lifted them with every plunge of his fingers into her wet warmth. Then, he pressed his thumb against her clit, hard, and rubbed.
She made a soft, keening noise, and her fingers spasmed, and he felt her cunt clench around his hand.
Her first orgasm of the night. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her, watching her as she came, stretching out the pleasure for her until she was limp and trembling in his arms, and his fingers slipped in and out of her with noisy ease. He scissored them inside her, and when she didn’t respond with more than a sigh, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy and brought them to his lips.
She tasted fucking amazing.
“That was an exceedingly delicious base,” he told her, licking his fingers clean of her taste.
She moaned a soft agreement against him.
“So . . . third is next?” His hand stroked down her side, caressing her. “Or are you done for the night, love?”
“Hmm?” Sarah blinked at him, dazed. “No, I’m not done.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you. Third base, I believe, is where I get to eat your pussy, right?”
Her cheeks turned pinker and she nodded. “I believe that’s what it is, yeah.”
“My favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth and then got up off of the bed. He turned and gazed at her, naked and sprawled and breathless in his sheets, and felt another surge of masculine pride. Utterly lovely, and all his. He ran a hand down his impatient dick, reminding it that it would get its chance later.
She propped up on her elbows. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my face.” He knelt beside the bed and pressed his stomach against the mattress. She gave him a confused look until he grabbed her by each thigh and dragged her toward him, until the vee of her sex was inches away from his face. “Put your thighs over my shoulders,” he instructed her.
She did, and he could feel the trembling racing through her body.
“Tell me if this is too much for you and you want me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice.
“Y-you don’t have to— I know you never want to eat ...”
“I don’t have to do anything,” he corrected, and gave her a smug grin. “But eating you out has been on my to-do list all fucking week long, and I can’t wait to get started.”
She fell back onto the covers with a little sigh.
He studied the pussy in front of his face. He’d fingered it, sure, but getting a close look at it was a pleasure all its own. Her labia were swollen with need, and they were delicately pink—as was the clit that seemed to be begging for attention as well. “You have a rather lovely cunt,” he told her in a husky voice.
“T-thank you?”
He pressed his thumb to one side of her sex, parting her slick lips and revealing more of her to his eyes. There, her little clit was swollen, and he leaned in and gave it a teasing lick.