The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 6: Kryptonite

Jo

"Maybe I am," he says, his voice deep and husky and entirely sexy. He's so sexy yet he isn't even aware of it. I sometimes wonder how many women have been dreaming of devouring this fine specimen of a man in front of me whose green eyes are now entirely black with lust.

I did that.

I finally got to him. Will he be willing to go further than just licking salt off each other's body? I want to feel those fucking kissable lips on mine. I want to taste him in my mouth, to feel his tongue playing with my own. My face lights up at his agreement and I consciously lick my lips in anticipation, my heart pumping so hard against my chest. I can't fucking wait anymore. It's now or never.

"You know what I do to naughty guys like you?" I say, lowering my eyes.I watch as he gulps loudly before licking and biting his lips. My breathing hitches at the thick sexual tension between us.

"No," he rasps.

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Yes," he breathes and my pussy pulses at the sound of his breathy consent.

I don't hesitate one beat as I straddle his lap. I bite my lip at the feel of his erection against my heat, the thin fabric of his workout shorts and my lacy thongs the only remaining obstruction but still does little to lessen the pleasure it brings to my pulsating pussy. Instinctively, I rock my hips against his hard cock and the deep guttural sound of his growl sends electricity coursing all over my body. His eyes are closed and his hands are clenched into fists at his side; even with me practically dry humping him, he's still reigning control over his body. I don't want him to control what his body wants, I want him to let his body take control this time.

"Open your eyes, Hero. I want you to look at me," I command him softly but firmly, my hand cupping the side of his face as I continue to rub my soaking center against his cock. He does as I say and the darkness of his eyes mesmerises me. "Touch me," I say but it sounds like I'm asking, almost sounding like I'm begging even. I want to feel his rough hand against my soft skin; I want to show him how different a female's body is to his.

"J-Jo... I can't..." he stutters.

"You don't have to overthink it, just run your hands on my skin. Like this," with my free hand, I take his and place it on my leg. Slowly, I guide his wrist so his hand skims up to my hips and then back its trail again. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps on my skin. That's weird. I'm so used to being touched that I hardly ever get this affected by it but somehow, Hero's hand on my skin is a whole other kind of experience. His eyes stare intently at me as if he's asking for consent and I nod reassuringly. Mimicking the right, his left hand runs the length of my other outer leg as well. His calloused touch makes me rock my wetness harder against his erection. "Focus on how your body feels and don't think of anything else. Let your hands dictate where it wants to go," my words come out dreamily as my head spins in the sensation of having him under my command, under my mercy, just... under me like this. I feel his hands hesitate at the hem of his shirt that I'm wearing, so I ask, "Do you want to feel me under this shirt?"

"Yes," he croaks, licking and biting his lips. I want to be the one to do that to his lips but I remind myself not to overwhelm him or I might scare him off. One thing at a time. One pleasure at a time.

"I won't stop you babe," I assure him and his lips part at my use of the endearment. Why I called him babe is beyond me. I'm not that type of girl. But I'm also not the type to defile twenty-year old virgins as well and yet here I am, telling Hero how to touch me. His hands disappears into his shirt and he runs his fingers across my belly and up and down my back but he avoids going near my tits. "Touch my breasts," my voice comes out needy but I don't fucking care anymore. I need those calloused fingers to play with my tits.