“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.

Because, really, torturing his poor sweetheart was downright fun.

Rob 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 Marjorie 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 Marjorie 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 virgin 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, Marjorie,” 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. “And you touched me last night, too. This isn’t new.”

“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, Marjorie,” 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.

Marjorie 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 stretch 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. Tight.” 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. Rob 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.

“Rob,” 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.