Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) by C.J. Fallowfield Page B

it.
    ‘You have an amazing body,’ she
whispered in awe as she slowly ran her fingers over my abs. I shifted slightly,
the throbbing in my cock was reaching unbearable levels.
    ‘So do you.’
    ‘Really? You’re not just saying
that?’ she looked up at me with surprise in her big blue eyes.
    ‘No, I find your body incredibly
sexy. I love gentle curves on a woman, whatever you do don’t let the film
producers bully you into getting skinny. It’s about time a real woman with
breasts, hips and a grabable backside was portrayed as a Hollywood sex symbol.
You could be the next Marilyn Monroe.’
    ‘Wow, you really know how to
sweet talk, don’t you?’ she laughed.
    ‘I’m being serious, Summer. I’ll
be fucking furious if I see you on the red carpet looking like some famine
victim,’ I chastised. I took a deep breath, I was supposed to keep my personal
feelings out of these dalliances, not to mention that getting angry always
filled me with an urge to fuck someone, hard. ‘Touch my cock,’ I growled.
    ‘Where?’
    ‘Just gently stroke it with your
fingers first, wrap your palm around it to see how it feels, then run a
fingertip over my head and see how wet I got for you.’ My breathing was coming
hard and fast and my cock was vibrating like a fucking pneumatic drill. I let
out a groan and closed my eyes as I felt her finger slowly move up from my
root, all the way up to my tip to swirl the pre-come that had gathered there,
before she tried to wrap her fingers around my girth. I groaned again and
involuntarily lifted my hips up.
    ‘Is that pressure ok?’ she asked.
I half opened my eyes and nodded and wrapped my hand around hers.
    ‘Perfect, you can afford to
squeeze tighter. Let me show you how to give a hand job.’ I slowly moved my
hand up and down. Damn it, feeling her fingers against my rigid flesh, that
surge of electricity I felt from her touch, was … it was better than my own damn
hand. I squeezed harder and she had no choice but to follow suit, her mouth
slightly ajar as she watched our hands pumping and the thought of slipping my
cock between those warm moist pouting lips had me tensing up already, the way
her tongue had wrapped around mine when we kissed was an amazing indicator of
how good she’d be giving head. Shit, she was wrecking me.
    ‘Does that feel good?’ she asked
as she moved closer, leaning against my shoulder.
    ‘Fantastic,’ I growled as I
desperately tried to stem the inevitable flood. I wrapped my left arm tighter around
her, gripped her chin, pulled her face onto mine and kissed her deeply, but
more possessively than I’d intended, but she didn’t try to back off. She sighed
as our hands moved faster and I started to pump my hips as our tongues
performed a passionate tango. I didn’t let up until I felt that rumble in my
balls and the heat of my eruption, I pulled my face back from hers as I let out
an animalistic roar and our hands gripped my cock as I shot out streams of
fluid.
    ‘O my God,’ she gasped as I took
a moment to revel in a seriously intense ejaculation.
    ‘So, you did really well with
your first hand job,’ I sighed happily.
    ‘Only because you were guiding me.
Is it normal to expel that much?’
    ‘For me yes, I can’t comment on
other men as they’re not my type,’ I smiled.
    ‘So what is your type?’
    ‘She’s sitting right next to me
with her hand still around my cock,’ I laughed, as I kissed her and reluctantly
released both our hands. ‘Stay here, I’ll bring you some wipes for your hand.’
    ‘Ok,’ she smiled. I strode naked
to the bathroom and wiped the mess off my stomach, hand, arm, and thighs. Damn,
I’d come even harder than normal. I pulled on my jeans, leaving a few buttons
undone and raked my hair in the mirror. I had a sudden need to taste her sweet
clit again and returned with some wipes for her hand and arm to find she’d
fallen asleep again. I smiled and gently cleaned her up, then lifted her into
my arms and sat