The s*x Journey of A Virgin

3.2

Leah pulled Troy’s shirt from his trousers, their eyes chained in a heated stare that filled the room with an intense s****l tension.

One by one, she undid Troy’s shirt buttons, each one like a prize more worthy than the last as she tiptoed. “First thing you taught me was to worship my lover’s body,” she whispered, her lips glossing over his collarbone.

His tone chest heaved unrhythmically as Leah used light feathery touches to skim over the skin and under his opened blouse.

With his hooded gaze pinned on Leah's every move, he watched intently as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, exposing his entire upper body to her view. “You also said, never be afraid to say what I want.”

Troy groaned, his eyes falling shut as his head fell back, overcome by Leah's seductive tone. “And what do you want, Leah?”

Her lips trailed a path up from his neck to his ear as she mumbled one simple word. “You,”

Troy couldn't seem to control the shudder that rippled through his body as Leah peppered his neck with kisses and licked along his pulsing neck vein. “I want to kiss every inch of you, I want you to be so far inside me that you come out smelling like me when you leave here. I want to be unforgettable to you. I want to be the best fu*k you ever had.”

Troy moaned, his head rolling to the side to give Leah better access. “Fuck.”

“Yup, that's right,” Leah murmured against his jaw as she ran her hands over Troy’s back, then down and over his ass, before bringing her hand around to cup the bulge in his trousers.

His body shuddered, he was wanting now, like pliable putty in Leah’s newly learned hands. It was as though he allowed himself to just feel, to be swept up in the moment, to surrender, to relinquish control and his title of professional to this newbie. "So shall we begin."

Troy could only nod as he looked down at the girl who seemed to be rendering him speechless.

“I want you to sit for me.”

Troy obediently backed up until his calves hit the edge of the bed before he sat, his pupils blown wide while never leaving Leah.

She knelt at his feet and unlaced his shoes, carefully pulling each shoe off before doing the same with his socks. Then taking his feet with the same gentle care, she gave each a little massage before placing them back on the floor.

Troy’s eyes remained riveted on her every action even as she placed her hands on his thighs and made a show of slowly gliding her hands up to his hips.

Troy rolled his hips up, not being shy about where he wanted her next. His desperation was all too noticeable. Leah laughed and pulled at his belt, unbuckling almost harshly– impatiently, causing his button to pop.

She practically froze, looking up at him hesitantly but he simply laughed. "Small price to pay for the taste of pleasure."

His words seemed to bring her relief as she grinned and resumed, zipping down his fly– however, gentle this time.

Then she stood and fisted the hems of Troy’s pants legs before taking a few steps back, pulling it off his body. Leaving them in a crumpled mess on the floor, she walked back to him, her hips well-versed in the art of seduction.

She leaned in, planting her palms on either side of his thighs as she brought her lips to his– a quick peck before kissing a pathway from his neck to his ni*ple, gently scraping her teeth along the pebbled tip.

Troy groaned and tossed his head back, his eyes fluttering shut. Now wearing only his white briefs, his confined c**k became more prominent. He reached between them and palmed his d**k before giving himself a good squeeze with a long deep moan.

“Don’t,” Leah shook her head, pulling away from his ni*pple as she dropped to her knees, spreading his legs further apart. “Let me be the one to pleasure you." She batted Troy’s hand away and placed her mouth over the bulge in his briefs, sucking what appeared to be a wet stain to the tip.

Troy moaned and rolled his hips, lifting his hand towards Leah's head but at the last second, changing his mind. He was giving her the freedom to go at her own pace.

Leah pulled back and licked her lips as she grinned at him, her hands working to slowly pull down his briefs, freeing his c*ck.

His c**k rested heavily across his thigh, twitching in anticipation as he sat naked on the bed, staring at a fully dressed Leah kneeling between his legs.

She traced the fingertips of one hand slowly up the side of his shaft, then swirled them softly around his flaring crown as his di*k bobbed excitedly in front of her face.

She hummed, pleased to see him responding in such a desperate manner to her touch. "So big and thick." She purred. "I like it."

Troy could barely grunt out his thank you as he bit his bottom lip overwhelmed by her delicious teasing.

Either innocently or expertly, she repeated the process of tickling his c**k by tracing her fingers up the other side of his shaft, then she lowered her other hand and clasped it around his ball with a gentle squeeze.

Troy gasped, a small bead of precum oozing out of the hole at his tip, seemingly exciting Leah.

"Do you like that?" She proudly grinned, "Having your c*ck squeezed and your balls fondled?"

Troy gave a strained nod as he panted and bucked his hips.

"And what about here?" Leah grabbed his shaft with her other hand and squeezed it more firmly, forcing the dribble of precum to slide down his shaft.

Troy groaned. "I can't tell if you are pleasing or teasing me."

"Maybe a bit of both." She chuckled as the purple crown slid in and out of her fist.

"This is so fu*k hot." I found myself audibly

thinking as my hand slipped down the front of my pants to straighten my co*k. I could feel the familiar ache of desire coursing through my body and lodging in my core, and I was having a hard time focusing my attention on Leah and Troy without being tempted to appease my own needs.

I squeezed my co*k, watching and listening to Troy’s grunts grow louder as Leah slowly slid her hand up, enclosing her fingers just below his crown.

"Just relax." She whispered, her thumb circling the tip of his head. "Let me make you feel good."

Troy grunted, forcing to slow his hip thrusts, a task that proved difficult despite his expertise.

As she caressed his balls, she began pumping her other hand over his flaring head, eliciting deep groans from his lips.

"Is this the way you like to do it when you are alone?" She grinned, daringly, noticing his escalating pleasure.

He nodded with a grunt, helplessly tossing his head back with labored breaths. "....but sometimes... I use lube."

"Ah, I see.... would this work?"

"What?" Before he could angle himself to see, he felt. She sucked him into her mouth, moaning around his shaft.

"Fu*k." He couldn’t help but look. He brought his head forward and bit his bottom lip as he watched Leah’s lips slide up and down his shaft.

"You've got me so hard and so close." Troy ground out. “I could so easily come in your mouth right now,”

Leah pulled off but never stopped pumping her hand with a steady rhythm as she looked up at him from the cover of her lashes. “Then do it. c*m for me. c*m in my mouth. I'll make you c*m as many times as I can, who knows you might even come more times than me."

"Really?" He teased, but she nodded with surety.

"Is that a promise?"

She smiled with determination. "Yes. So just let go and let me please you.”

What else could he do but nod as she took him back into her mouth, taking him all the way in.

It had been a while since I'd seen such a feverish display of desire and passion from a newbie.

Soon, Troy was moaning loudly, shamelessly, fighting with his hands to stay chained to the mattress as Leah worked him over and over. But it was evidently a losing battle as he bucked his hips, wanting more. He was close, his face contorted in pleasurable agony as a loud growl resounded in his chest and he gripped Leah’s bun and lifted his hips. “Oh, f**k! Leah...” he cried as Leah relentlessly bopped her head over Troy's thick co*ck.

My eyes unconsciously flicked down to see a noticeable wet mark forming where my hand had been absentmindedly rubbing my confined di*k.

"Sh*t." I whispered, pulling my hand away and looking up just in time to see Troy spurting long ropes of c*m into Leah's mouth and across her lips as his hips jerked and his thighs trembled.

Leah gagged a little but swallowed it down, giving a satisfied 'Ah' before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Troy fell back on the bed with a laugh. “That was...”

“Good?”

“Who taught you how to do that?”

“You did.”

Troy laughed again, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, you’re a quick learner.”

"It's easy to learn when you have a great teacher." Leah smiled, hooking her fingers around the top button of her shirt.

Troy propped up on his elbows, watching with hooded eyes as she undid each button. "I didn't get a chance to tell you how sexy you look in that suit." His voice was raspy, a mere compliment that sounded much like an underlying confession of some sort.

But he wasn't lying, she entered looking like a boss and she was certainly dominating like one.

"Thanks" She smiled as her shirt slid off her shoulders and onto the ground. Then her skirt followed while Troy lay there devouring her with his gaze until she was naked, a noticeable sheen lining her inner thighs.

Damn, she was wet and it showed. Even her ni*pples stood proudly at attention.

She tapped his leg. “Scoot up the bed.”

And after he had done so, Leah crept up his body, almost prowling, only stopping to kiss his hipbones and suck his n*****s.

She nuzzled into his neck and gently nipped at his jaw before kissing him hard.

Leah tilted her head so she could kiss him even deeper, taking Troy by pleasant surprise. He was obviously and thoroughly owned by that kiss.

I was fairly sure Troy was the one getting schooled here, not the other way around.

When Leah finally pulled away– her lips kiss-swollen, and eyes dark and heavy lidded– she shuffled up a bit further so that she could straddle Troy’s chest, her legs spread apart in a position I found incredibly provocative.

I was fascinated.

He blew a gentle breeze against her twitching cl*t, making her groan as he smiled. “Tell me what you want, now.”

“I want your mouth on me,” Leah whispered. “Just like this.”