The Virgin Intern

By: Penny Wylder

I’ve never been here before. I don’t know what to say, only that this is everything. I swallow again. “I want you.”

It’s soft, barely audible, but a smile slowly spreads across his face, and then his mouth is on me again. He moves along my jaw to below my ear, and I can hear him whisper, “I’ve wanted to taste your skin since that first day.”

He traces down the line of my neck, sucking gently on my skin, and I gasp. I can feel myself trembling every time his mouth touches me, trying not to move, not to break the moment. This is everything I wanted, and I don’t want it to disappear. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer as his mouth dips lower to the hollow of my breasts. I can feel myself getting wet, and I close my eyes, letting myself feel every last thing. First his lips touch my skin, then his tongue, moving upward, drawing a line of fire from between my breasts and back to my neck. “I told you I’d find something to clean you with, and I want to lick every inch of you.”

“Yes,” I say. I want that. I want him everywhere. My hands are exploring his body now, tentatively feeling the edges of his ribs through skin and the flexing muscles of his back. I love the feeling of his skin, and I want more. I move to unbutton my shirt, but my hands are shaking so much—both adrenaline and nerves—that I can’t seem to do it. He can feel my struggling, and he reaches between us for my hands, instead winding them around his neck.

Then he kisses me, and it’s real this time.

Oh my god what have I been missing. My heart leaps into a faster beat, and tingles spread all the way to my toes. His lips are just as soft as I imagined them, and his tongue traces the outside of my lips. I open my mouth to him, and the way we tangle together sends heat through me. But the rhythm is off somehow, and we’re not exactly in sync. Like we’re a song and there’s one note out of tune. He breaks away with a laugh, smiling at me. “Baby, you’re as nervous as a virgin.”

I freeze. This is it. This is the moment where it all disappears.

Andrew feels my sudden tension and stops smiling. “Are you alright?”

I press my lips together, nodding.

“I just said you were nervous,” he says, running his hand through my hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You said ‘nervous as a virgin.’” I look away and say, “Well…”

This time I feel him tense, and I look back to see it sinking into his face. “You are a virgin.”





Chapter 4




I place my hands on Andrew’s chest, and gently push him away. Now that he knows, he’ll stop. It’s happened before.

Stepping around him, I move toward the bathroom so I can splash water on my burning face. But Andrew catches my hand, pulls me back so we’re chest to chest again.

“You’re a virgin,” he says it softly, almost in awe.

“Yes.”

I try to move again and he stops me. “Where are you going?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter, now that you know.”

I feel his fingers tighten on my arms, and slowly he pulls me against him until my entire body is touching his. I can feel how hard he is through his pants, and I know that’s exactly what he wants me to feel. “Why would you think being a virgin would make me want you less?”

“Nobody wants someone who doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing.”

We’re standing so close, I can see his eyes darken. “Naomi, everything I know about you I like. You are beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy while fixing copy machines. So as long as you haven’t changed your mind, I am going to fuck you right now on that pretty blue bed.” My heart starts to sprint, and I don’t think I’m breathing anymore. He wants me. This gorgeous man wants me, and I know that it’s going to be so much better than any of my attempts to imagine it. “Did you change your mind?”

I shake my head, my voice barely a breath. “No.”

“Good.”

His mouth crashes onto mine, and his tongue is tracing bits of my mouth I didn’t know existed. I can feel his hands unbuttoning my shirt, and my nipples peak with the rush of air. He pushes the shirt down off my shoulders and pulls away, looking at me. He traces my breasts through the thin fabric, gentle at first and then harder, squeezing my nipples until I gasp at the pressure. He unhooks my bra, and tosses it aside. Then in one swift motion he lifts me onto the bed, and his mouth is on me. I feel the tip of his tongue on my right nipple while his hands trace down the bare skin of my stomach. His knees straddle my hips, and being spread out underneath him is exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about.

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