The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 7: Addicted and Desperate

Jo

I can't stop kissing him.

It's like the moment I finally tasted him, I've become instantly addicted. He tastes so good and the way his lips and tongue are moving perfectly in sync with mine, it's driving me fucking horny... again. I can feel his fingers digging into my hips but I can't find it in me to complain; the light sting shoots some other kind of need in me. The way he's answering every nip, lick and suck of mine, he's so good at this. If I didn't know how conservative he actually is, I would think he isn't the virgin he claims to be. His groans every time I rock harder against his fully grown cock sends shivers and heat across my body all at the same time.

I need to touch him.

I trail my hand down his back, moving it to his lower abdomen. My hand disappears into his shirt and I trace the hard lines of his muscles. Hero may look lanky because of his height but he is nothing but hard, lean muscles all over. I love his body-looking at it and especially now as I press myself flush into him. My hands play with his abs for a few moments and I hum my appreciation. Without skipping a bit, I tug at the band of his shorts but he grips my wrist just as I'm about to insert my hand into his boxers.

"What?" I frown in annoyance.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks. What kind of a stupid question is that? Isn't it still obvious what I'm trying to do here? Oh. Right. He's clueless. I have to remind myself that this is probably the farthest Hero's gone intimate with someone.

"I want to touch you... to see you." Again, my voice betrays me with it dripping with neediness. My head is swimming with everything I want to do to him and with him that I can't seem to think straight.

"I think this is enough for now." Is he fucking serious? He's obviously as horny as I am by the erection he is sporting right now and yet he doesn't want to continue with what I'm planning to do.

Don't freak him out Jo. He's still new at all of this.

"You're still hard. I want to help you." Okay, that's not helping with the not freaking him out but fuck, I'm still extremely horny. "I'm just gonna touch you. No fucking," I assure him again.

My desperation is pathetic, I know.

I tug my wrist free from his grasp and when he lets go, I take it as a signal for me to continue and I proceed to inserting my hand into his shorts and boxers. He gasps at my first touch while I bite my lip, encircling his length with my hand. Fuck, he's huge and incredibly hard. I could feel his veins against my palm and the throbbing of its entirety. My eyes glaze over as I imagine him entering my dripping pussy. Adjusting myself on his leg, I rub my soaking thong-covered pussy against it while I pump his cock, making sure to match the rhythm of my hand and my hips, imagining that I'm grinding my pussy against his erection. As I do this, my impatience also grows with his remaining clothes. I don't give him a warning when I pull his cock out and I finally get a first look at his junior.

What a fine British cock he has.

My mouth water at the sight but I control the urge to take his length in my mouth. One pleasure at a time, damn it!

"Jo..." he groans as his hips buck into my hand pumping his erection.

"It feels so good, doesn't it Hero? Being touched by someone else... it's better than doing it yourself." His groans and grunts grow louder as my hand move faster and my lips brush against his earlobe as I whisper into his ear. "Just imagine how much better it would be if this cock of yours is inside my wet pussy... how tight it would feel around you, how hot and slick. You are going to fucking love it." He throws his head back against the backrest of the couch and his hips lift in time with my pumps, giving more friction to my own heat as his legs move as well. "I really want to take this cock in my mouth baby..."