Josephine

The car ride back to my place was mostly silent. Leo's hand didn't leave my thigh and mine didn't leave his.

He wordlessly helps me down his massive truck and clasps my hand again as we walk to my apartment.

His steps are fast, urgent almost. I chuckle and he glances at me, slowing his steps a bit.

I pull my keys out of my purse when we get to my apartment and unlock the front door. We both quickly get rid of our shoes after Leo closed the door.

"I had a lot of fun—"

One hand of Leo's palms the back of my head and the other grips my face. He pushes me up against the door with his body and smashes his lips to mine.

He kisses me. No, not kiss, he devours me. His lips move hard and fast against mine, while I have trouble keeping up.

An involuntarily moan leaves my lips as his hands roam my body. I wrap mine around his neck to hold myself to him.

He kisses a trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at places that make my entire body tingle.

"Leo." I whisper, wanting him to slow down so I can catch my breath.

"Fuck." I hear him grumble before he fuses our lips again. He kisses me with an urgency I've never felt from him before, like the world is about to crumble and this is the last kiss we'll ever share.

My back arches when he bites my lower lip and pulls at it with his teeth.

I feel something extremely hard digging into my stomach.

"Oh my god." I whisper. I don't think I've ever experienced Leo being so turned on before. And I didn't even do anything sexy for him to react that way. Are boys really that simple creatures?

He grinds his hips against me, groaning into my neck.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses down my throat and to where my tank dips, getting dangerously close to my boobs.

My body feels on fire from his attack and I just hold on to him as he hungrily kisses me everywhere.

Our mouths meet again and his palms slide to my ass, then to the back of my thighs. He hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

I feel him walking while his tongue enters every crevice of my mouth.

Suddenly, my back hits the soft mattress, and his body weight is on me. But he's careful not to crush me.

My legs are still around his waist, but he grabs one of them and pushes it up even further. He moves his hips against mine and my body hums.

Okay, it's happening.

I stare wide eyed at the ceiling as he ravishes my neck and collarbone.

I feel like Micheal Scott in The Office, telling everyone to calm down when he's the one who needs to calm down.

Calm down, Josie.

I take a deep breath and tangle my fingers in his hair, meaning to pull his face away from my skin so I can talk to him.

I need to tell him.

His groan vibrates against my sensitive skin and he kisses me even harder.

He pulls his face out of my neck and meets my eyes. His are dark as night. The darkest I've ever seen them.

I've never seen Leo like this. And I'm not sure how to react. We've never gone further than just kissing and touching.

I open my mouth to speak, but I shut up when he grabs his shirt by the neckline and pulls it off his body.

My eyes greedily take him in. His muscles and scars.

His lips meet mine again and I'm breathless.

We're both breathing hard, in fact.

He keeps on moving his groin against mine and I breathe louder with every nip of his teeth on my skin, with every flick of his tongue and every kiss.

His hands roam my body, going from my legs to hips to waist.

And now to the underside of my breast.

And now on my entire boob. Literally. He's squeezing my boob.

And oh my god, now he's pinching my nipple

Why does that feel so good?

I hum in slight surprise and that only makes him go harder. He kisses my other boob through the fabric, but apparently, he doesn't approve of them. His fingers quickly undo the first button of my dress shirt.

"Leo," I trail my fingers up his stomach, his skin warm.

If he continues like this, we'll definitely be having sex tonight.

But I need to tell him. I call his name again, but he doesn't stop. He keeps on devouring me. Maybe because it came out as a moan when he sucked my neck.

"I..." I trail off when he lifts my hips up and grinds against me.

My eyes are still wide and I'm still staring at the fan on my ceiling. I feel his fingers going lower, to the zipper of my shorts.

I need to say it. But after whispering his name a third time, he still doesn't stop.

"I'm a virgin." I blurt out. Louder than I intended.

He stills at once, his face buried in my neck. His back is moving up and down at rapid speed and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room.

We stay in this position for a few minutes, getting our hearts to beat at a normal speed.

Slowly, his face lifts up, and he meets my gaze.

"You are?" His eyes are still as black as coffee and his lips are red and swollen.

"Mhmm." I don't trust my voice to speak.

"So am I." One corner of his lips lifts.

My eyebrows touch my hairline. "Really?"

I did not expect this. Not that a virgin should look a certain way, but Leo appears to be a guy who has experience. Especially by the way he was just kissing and touching me.

He rolls his eyes. "Not technically. But the last time I had sex was two years ago. So I'm basically a virgin again."

"Oh." I mumble. That's more like it.

Leo is definitely the guy that has had sex. Multiple times. Probably three times a day. Or is that a bit too excessive?

How would I know? I'm a virgin after all.

"Besides," he sweeps his thumb over my cheek. "I've had sex a total of four times in my life."

I know he's saying that to make me feel better. But I still feel bad about ruining this moment by blurting it out.

"Oh." I stupidly say again.

His eyes are gentle on me and he softly smiles. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

His tone isn't mad or accusatory or annoyed, but rather confused.

"It never came up." I whisper honestly. "I wasn't going to just randomly come up to you and tell you. And each time I wanted to tell you, I kind of chickened out."

"I'm glad you told me now before we went any further." He smoothes my hair away from my face, still nestled between my legs. "Because I wouldn't have been gentle with you."

He exhales roughly and nuzzles my neck for a few seconds.

"Can I ask you something?" His eyes jump between mine, appearing a little nervous.

"Of course."

"Is there a reason for not doing it?"

"Not particularly." My arms rub his back. "Like I told you before, I was a nerd in high school."

"A sexy nerd." He grins.

"Sure." I roll my eyes. "All the boys that I was interested in were not interested in me. And I wanted my first time to be with someone who knew what they were doing. So preferably not another virgin. Then in college, I don't know, it wasn't a priority. So having sex was the last on my list of things I wanted to do."

He nods in understanding. "But you want to have sex, right?"

"Of course." I tell him. But as I got older and am still not experiencing it, it became less of this huge thing I need to do. But with Leo, he draws reactions and feelings from me that awaken the dormant horny hormones in my body.

"With me?" He lifts his eyebrows.

"Of course with you." My arms circle around his neck. "You're the only one I want to do it with."

"Good. Good." He seems satisfied with my answer. "Another question."

"Shoot." I expected he'd have questions once I told him. I just didn't expect for him to be on top of me while doing it. But I'm answering just fine considering our position.

"How far have you gone with other guys?"

"Just kissing and some fondling." My lips stretch into a smile. "But not nearly close to what you just did to me."

He chuckles and kisses my nose. "I would apologize, but I'm not sorry in the least."

"And I wouldn't want you to." My cheeks grow hot as I confess, "I enjoyed it."

He hums and kisses my jaw before sighing and moving to lie beside me on his back.

I turn on my side and put my weight on my elbow to lift myself up. One of his hands is behind his back and the other is laying across his bare stomach.

If I didn't know Leo and saw him walking down the street, I would definitely think he's a model.

He has his eyes closed, and I use that opportunity to shamelessly ogle him.

His shoulders are twice the size of mine. His arms are more than strong enough to carry me across my living room to my bedroom without huffing and puffing. Just like he did earlier. His chest has dark hair, mainly on his upper chest, and a trail that goes from under his navel to below his jeans.

I run a finger over the ridges of his abs.

How does he maintain those? I've seen him eat large portions of food—unhealthy food—but where does it all go?

His muscles flex as my fingertip rubs his abdomen.

"Josephine." He groans.

"Yes?" I look up at him, but he still had his eyes closed.

My finger continues its journey lower. Towards his belly button. I circle it, then run my finger over the trail of hair and stop at the hem of his pants.

"Josephine." He whispers. "You need to stop touching me like that."

I want to ask why, but I already know the answer. I look at his groin and yes, he's still very much aroused. It's very clear.

I rest my palm on his hip and look into his eyes. They're open and very focused on me.

"Can I take care of that?" I murmur. My voice comes out a little soft and shy.

He shakes his head. "You don't have to."

"I want to." I say more clearly. "I've never given a hand job before. So talk me through it?" He's so turned on we almost had sex, but we stopped because of me. And I don't want him to suffer through 'blue balls' because of it.

He hesitates for a moment as he looks between my eyes. Then he nods and lifts his hips to pull his jeans to his mid thighs.

He then lowers his underwear and his ... penis jumps up. Literally.

I've seen my fair share of male appendages during work, but it was only for a second and they were definitely not hard and pointing to the sky.

I run a finger down the length of it to feel the texture. The skin itself is soft, but the veins protruding are rough.

He hisses when I reach the tip of him.

He's circumcised, and the surrounding hair is short and trimmed. Very clean. I nod in appreciation that he takes good care of himself and grooms.

The color of him is a healthy pinkish tone, and his testicles appear to be in top form.

"Are you examining my dick?" He chuckles.

My face grows hot as I give him a sheepish smile.

"Hazard of the job. Sorry."

I look down at him again and gently wrap my fingers around his width. My arms are petite compared to him, making him appear even larger in contrast. I recall Candy once told me I had 'porn star hands' and I didn't really get what she meant. She told me I'll find out once I give my first hand job.

My wrapped palm around him moves up, then down once.

"This good?"

"A little tighter." He says in a husky tone.

I squeeze my hand a bit tighter around him and pump him a few times, watching in fascination as a drop of clear liquid runs from the tip of him onto my fingers.

"Tell me if this feels good." I tell him. "I want this to feel good to you."

"Everything you do feels good." He cups my jaw to turn my face to him and he kisses my top lip before plunging his tongue inside my mouth. I try to concentrate, so I keep sliding my hand around him. "Tighter."

I squeeze even tighter, but I'm afraid I'll cut the blood circulation or something.

"Like this?" I worry my questions will turn him off, but his grumble of satisfaction reassures me.

"You can be more rough, Josephine." He says against my lips.

I do as he said and go faster while squeezing him a bit more as well.

"Harder?" I whisper.

"Yeah." His breath fans my face.

I wrap my fist even tighter around him, but I don't think I can make a smaller fist than this. "You sure?"

He lowly chuckles and his own palm wraps around mine. He squeezes his hand around mine. A lot.

"Like this."

He removes his hand and I work on pumping him as he gets busy kissing my jaw and neck.

I slowly begin to move my hand faster around him, watching as his abs flex every now and then.

With my thumb, I smear the pre-cum over the tip of him. I startle a little when his hips thrust forward.

"Fuck, Josephine." He whispers right before he kisses me hard and deep.

My hand works faster and faster, feeling him jerk in my hand. When I reach his crown, I squeeze it a little harder because he seems to enjoy that.

His palm is firm on my cheek, holding me in place as we make out.

I feel him swell in my hand and his hips jerk up once more. Pulling my lips free of his, I say, "I wanna see."

Looking down, I see him release a white transparent liquid as he loudly groans. It lands all over my hand and his abdomen. His breathing is rough and his abs flex. Slowly, I pump him a few times before removing my hand from him. I can feel his gaze on me while I look at his body.

It's fascinating, really.

Our eyes meet and his are still black and smoldering. I grin.

"That was fun." Judging from all the substance on his abs, I'd say I did a good job.

"It was." He smirks and leans back on his shoulder, swiping his hair back from his brows.

I lie on my side and peer at him. "Do you have any tips for me? For next time I mean."

He chuckles and takes a big breath. "No. Just keep doing whatever you just did."

"But I want it to feel as good as possible for you." I frown. I couldn't possibly be this good at hand jobs from the first try. He surely has some feedback.

"Trust me, honey." His hand lands on my waist. "There isn't possibly a thing you'll do that won't make me feel good."

I process what he said and slowly nod.

"Okay." I look down at his stomach and cringe. "I made a mess."

"You can make a mess all you want." He grunts.

I sit up and grab a tissue from my nightstand and wipe his stomach clean.

He grabs my hand and pulls away the tissue. Then he grips my hip as he leans into me, making me fall on my back.

His lips graze mine and he whispers, "Now let me take care of you."

My mouth goes dry. "Oh." I awkwardly giggle. "It's alright. I'm alright."

"I want to make you feel good." He murmurs as he licks my top lip.

"It's fine." I shake my head.

He meets my eyes and studies my face with a contemplative look. After a beat, he nods and pecks my nose, then my lips.

"I should get going." He lies on his back and stretches his arms over his head before pulling his pants back up. "I need a very long cold shower."

"Same." I'm all sweaty from the mechanical bull and from whatever Leo just did to me.

He glances at me and chuckles lowly.

He does the button of his jeans and stands up.

I walk him to the front door and lean against it as he puts his shoes back on. When he's done, he frames my face and gives me three pecks before telling me. "I love you."

"I love you." I raise on my toes and kiss him three times as well, letting out a small giggle.

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A/N:

Sooo, turns out Josephine is a virgin.

For some reason, a lot of people don't like when the girl main character is a virgin, but please don't let this discourage you from continuing reading. There will be a lot of spicy scenes, don't worry. And no, Josie isn't naive about sex. She knows all about it, duh, but she doesn't have the experience and she doesn't openly talk about it like Leo's family.