Page 72 of White Room Virgin

“Come on!” I led him to the sofa and showed him how to position himself. With his knees on the pillow and his hands on the backrest, he stuck his butt out toward me and glanced over his shoulder, slightly irritated.

I took the lube and positioned myself behind him. First, I gently kneaded his buttocks, then I turned my attention to his exit. I took my time, enjoying exploring his insides with my fingers and driving him crazy.

Jonah got louder and louder, squirming under my touch, and pressed his hand over his mouth.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” I said in a rough voice. “No one can hear you here.”

However, it took three fingers for him to let go of his inhibitions and let out a loud moan. I quickly put on a condom and placed my cock at his hole. Jonah knew what was about to happen and stiffened up. I slowly pushed myself into him as far as I could, his warmth, the tightness … this incredible feeling. Jonah gasped and reared up. I started to move carefully, back and forth, and was electrified.

When I felt Jonah’s hand on my balls, fireworks exploded within me, causing me to release a growling moan. My desire for him grew immeasurably. I thrust into him faster and faster, eliciting louder and louder noises from him. He lost control and approached the abyss. I pulled out of him.

“What…?” He looked over his shoulder.

I grabbed him, turned him onto his back, and lay on top of him. “You’re not coming that fast,” I said, taking possession of his lips.

“As long as you don’t stop,” he breathed, wrapping his arms and legs around me. “Don’t stop!”

The fire between us burned so hot that I would never stop. I pressed myself into him again and bit his neck. Jonah scratchedmy sweaty back, threw his head back, and let out a loud moan that got louder and louder.

I never stop.

I thrust into him harder and harder, straightened up, and put a hand on his neck. Jonah’s greedy expression turned me on more and more. The uptight boy was gone. Below me lay a passionate man with a lustful glint in his eyes. “Harder!” he gasped, stretching his neck.

I moved up and down. Jonah grimaced as his muscles trembled with every thrust. Desperately, he curled his fingers into my arms and wrapped his legs tighter around my pelvis.

As much as I tried to delay the sweet fall, I could no longer fight the effect Jonah had on me. When he arched his back, threw his head back, and squirted on his stomach, a fire erupted in my middle. It spread through my whole body like wildfire and a hot wave washed over me. My muscles tensed, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan and squirted inside him.

Before I collapsed on top of him, he placed both hands around my head and sought out my lips.

“More. I want more…” he breathed and stroked my hair.

I laughed. “So greedy all of a sudden?”

“Doesn’t have to be now. But don’t think you’ll get away with it.”

Completely exhausted, I lay down next to him and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Jonah moved to the side so that I could lie on my back, then he cuddled up to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I still found it hard to believe that he was actually here. I wrapped my arm around him almost possessively and held him close to me. My breath was still heavy when he intertwined his leg with mine and touched my chest. As he drew gentle circles around my nipples with his finger, I brushed a dark strand of hair from his face and noticed a slight tension between his brows.

“Where have you been?” I asked quietly.

“At home, with my parents.” He sounded tired now, almost exhausted. “I came back today. That’s where I met Daniela.”

“Who’s that?”

“The blonde from my birthday. Well, she’s not blonde anymore.”

I remembered a blonde. She was the reason I had left earlier without saying goodbye to him. I didn’t want to spoil his tour but secretly hoped it would go wrong. Although not much had happened at that point, apart from the kiss in the studio, he had already completely captivated me.

“It didn’t go the way I’d … hoped,” he continued. “She made me so angry. That’s when I just took off running.”

Jonah lifted his head and looked at me. He was literally glowing. His cheeks were flushed, and his face was shiny with sweat. He smiled and little dimples formed. I ran my thumb over it and then gently stroked his hair.

“I came here to put an end to all this once and for all,” he confessed ruefully. “But now I’m lying here, feeling your warmth and … it feels so good. So right.”

I was at a loss for words. But he wasn’t expecting any—he just smiled and put his head back on my shoulder. “I’m glad I came here,” he murmured and wrapped his arm around me.

My body was shaking and I hoped he wouldn’t notice. With the help of Martin and Steven, I had gotten back to my old form over the last two weeks. I didn’t drink much alcohol over the holidays and was probably living healthier than most. But my thoughts had been revolving around Jonah the whole time. I had resigned myself to the fact that it would take a while to get over him, and Steven said that was fine and wouldn’t matter, as by my own admission, I didn’t think much of love anyway. But it had almost driven me crazy that Jonah, of all people, was the one to awaken these feelings in me and upset me so much. I haddedicated all my concentration to painting. I had found peace and was confident that I had chosen the right path. Ultimately, I could control what went onto the canvas. Not what happened to Jonah.

And now he was here.

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