Biker's Virgin

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I just didn’t think you’d want to know about sex with my ex-girlfriends.”

“I’m not naïve,” I said. “I was a virgin, but I realize you’re not. So why ignore that fact?”

He smiled. “You are pretty spectacular, you know that?”

I gave him a wink and a sly grin. “Are you trying to avoid the question?”

Phil laughed. “I’ve had good sex before,” he admitted. “But it’s never been like this… And no, I’m not just saying that.”

“What’s the difference, though?” I asked. “What’s the difference between good sex and…this sex?”

“The difference is you,” Phil said, turning to me and cupping my face with his hands. “The difference is your smile and your voice and your eyes. The difference is knowing that our connection is based on more than just the physical.”

“That’s a pretty good answer.”

“It’s the truth,” he replied.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at Phil as I traced patterns on his naked chest. I couldn’t help admiring the hard wall of muscle that adorned his torso. He truly was a magnificent specimen of man.

“So I’m thinking… I want to try something,” I said shyly.

“I’m very curious,” Phil said, with interest. “Especially because you’re blushing.”

I buried my face in his chest. “Oh, man.”

Phil laughed and forced me to look at him. “Come on, tell me.”

“Umm…”

“Wow, another blush?”

“Stop it,” I laughed, trying to wriggle away from me.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, holding me in place so that I had no choice but to look at him. “Don’t be shy.”

“Well, you know what you just did for me?” I started off slowly.

“Yes?”

“I’d like to do the same for you,” I said.

He raised his eyebrows. “You want to give me head?”

“Yes.” I nodded, feeling myself moisten again at the thought of sucking his cock.

“You don’t have to do that, Megan,” Phil said. “I mean, I don’t expect it from you.”

“I know that,” I said. “I know you don’t expect that from me. I want to do it. I want to taste you.”

As I spoke, I pushed myself onto my knees and then I sidled down lower so that I was kneeling naked between Phil’s legs. I saw a little life pop into his penis, and I saw him harden slightly as I lowered my face down to his cock.

I wrapped my hand around his dick and started rubbing slowly, in gentle, comforting motions. I saw Phil’s eyes close slightly as I increased the tempo. When I felt the time was right, I lowered my head down and took his whole cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!” I heard Phil gasp, as though taken by surprise.

I wondered if I should have eased into it first before taking his whole dick into my mouth. I coul