Her body tenses, and she buries her head into my chest.
“I was never fully naked with him… um…” She pauses. “We were waiting…” She whispers as her cheeks heat with her admission.
Recognition dawns. Holy Shit. How did I not put this together? That she might be a virgin?
“Love, are you saying you haven’t been with a man? That no one has been inside your tight pussy?”
I groan at hearing the words in my head spoken out loud, willing them to be true. My cock is pressing hard against my slacks, just as eager.
“Yes.” She whispers.
My protectiveness just went up a few more notches.
“Jesus, Jo… do you know what that does to me?”
I rest my forehead against hers as I work to slow my breathing. She has me so worked up, and I don’t want to hurt her.
And there’s no way she’s ready for us to have her in the ways I want her. We want her.
“Jo, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Grant and I are… a lot.”
She laughs. “I’m sure you are.” She laughs again. I love the sound, but I’m a little annoyed at what she thinks is funny.
I take her hand and press it against my hard cock.
Her laughing stops. “Feel that. That is what you do to me. That is what I mean by a lot.” I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “And if you think I’m packing, wait until you see Grant’s cock. It really should be illegal.”
“Oh.” She glances back at Grant.
“I told you,” Grant says from the other side of the room.
She blushes but doesn’t say anything. Clearly, I missed something.
“I love that you’re at a loss for words, but I want to see that sass and fire in bed… someday. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but Jo, you need to know I want you. That I’ve wanted you since the first day.”
She looks at me with wide eyes. Now we are getting somewhere. She’s starting to understand what I’m saying.
“When’s the last time you had an orgasm?”
She bites her lower lip. It’s sexy and surprising because a few of her walls are coming down.
I want to learn more about this woman. So much more.
“Jo, it’s okay. We just want to know so we know how to take care of you. How to make you feel good.”
“This morning… in your shower.” She attempts to dodge her own confession. “I had this ache that wouldn’t go away. I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.” She teases, “But before today, I really didn’t touch myself.”
I pause briefly at that.
No orgasms?
I’m going to make it my mission that she never wants to miss out on another one. That she wants more… hopefully from us.
“Anytime you need one. Anytime you ache. I know two guys who are ready and willing.” I smirk because I plan to give her one right now.
“That ache is back and stronger. Are you willing now?” Her eyes are lustful and full of a challenge I fully accept.
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