Page 71 of White Room Virgin

Hearing these words from Jonah was killing me. He was here. With me. In the studio. His words calmed my soul. I barely managed a smile and lost myself in his hazel eyes. And when he kissed me, it was like I was being carried away by a gentle breeze.

The loneliness of the last two weeks was swept away and a huge burden was lifted from my shoulders. I had already accepted that Jonah had chosen a path he believed would bring him happiness—a life without me. This thought had caused me so much pain. I was all the more hesitant now, as I still hadn’t grasped the sudden turn of events.

Jonah nibbled on my lips and stroked my neck tenderly. Then he slipped his hands under my shirt, touched my chest, and played with my nipples. And that took my breath away. Not once had he dared to do that during our intimate moments. Now, he seemed like a different person. It was as if his other self had displaced the conflicted believer, all to satisfy what it had always craved.

When he stroked my buttocks with his hands and pulled me closer to him, it was the final proof I needed to realize that he was serious. I took his head between my hands and kissed him more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. I would have loved to devour him, taking possession of his mouth with my tongue and soaking up every breath of his inside me.

Jonah wrapped his arms around me, emitted sounds of delight, and pressed himself against me. My thoughts went crazy. I wanted to rip his clothes off. To tie him up somewhere and to get my hands on him. I abruptly tore my lips away from him and locked eyes with him, breathing heavily.

Come on! It’s Jonah. He will hardly …

Jonah’s chest rose and fell with the effort. He moved his soft lips and looked at me a little embarrassed. But then he bit his bottom lip and a deep desire glittered in his eyes. “Please …” he said and slipped off his jacket. “Don’t hold back.”

I stared at him open-mouthed. Hearing him say that left me speechless; in fact, it paralyzed me. Unable to do anything, I stood there motionless and felt my cock twitching.

Jonah lowered his gaze and looked at the bulge in my pants. A smile played around his lips. “I’ll help you.” His voice was no more than a whisper before he undid my belt and then my pants.

“You don’t have to do that.”

But it was already too late. He fisted my cock, eliciting a moan from me.

“But I want it,” he said and sank to his knees.

Oh damn … Who is this?

A little awkwardly and hesitantly, he touched my tip with his lips, nudged it with his tongue, and finally licked my glans. I squirmed and had to hold onto his head. He then took one hand and massaged my shaft as he guided me further and further into him until a quiet choking sound came out of him.

“Wait,” I said and immediately pulled out of him. My eyes fell on his other hand, with which he was touching himself. He still had his pants zipped up, but they were bulging with lust.

“I told you not to hold back. I want it. Tell me what to do!”

I swallowed and took a shaky breath. His submissive nature made me so hot that I could barely think straight. But he wanted me to direct him.

How can I do that when he’s messing me up like that?

“Get up!” I said, offering him a hand.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. Nothing at all.”

Taking a deep breath, I reached over him and unzipped his pants. I took off his sweater and admired his beautiful upperbody for a while. I tenderly caressed his chest and stomach down to his boxers.

“Take your clothes off,” I whispered and did the same.

In no time we were naked face to face. Jonah held his wrists somewhat anxiously and tried to maintain a straight posture. He was so beautiful. So pure.

“I want …” Jonah bowed his head humbly. “I want you to defile me.”

His submissiveness surprised me. Had I already spoiled him like this? Or was it because of his character? Hadn't he always followed a self-determined, straight path? Because once he decided on a path, there was no turning back—I recently experienced that myself. Had I awakened a side of him that had previously remained hidden from him?

He stood in front of me so innocently, looking at me expectantly and letting me know with his gaze that I could do anything with him. I resisted the urge to rush, wanting to savor every moment. Stepping closer until our tips touched, I kissed Jonah tenderly. Wrapping my hand around both of our erections, I massaged them together, drawing a sweet moan from his lips.

He searched for my mouth, clearly longing for kisses, but I denied him, too busy trying not to come. Feeling his tongue on mine would have been enough to make me lose control. Instead, I caressed his hips with my other hand and pushed my fingers between his buttocks. Finding the spot I was after, I began to massage his rim.

Jonah bravely stood upright, leaned on me, and put his head over my shoulder. Hearing his heavy breathing so close to my ear sent shivers down my spine, and when I slid my finger inside him, he groaned and clawed at my shoulders.

I immediately pulled back. He sat up and with a look clouded with lust. “It’s all good,” he affirmed, eager for me to continue.

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