Chapter 188 - Sex And Laughter

Despite all my virgin bashfulness, I had to laugh again. The sound of it was muffled when JJ pulled my blouse off me. In the spirit of 'and eye for an eye' overall balance, I in return divested him of his shirt, and the rest of our clothes followed in a similar manner until we both sitting on the bed in only our underwear.

It felt awkward to me, but the sheer casualness with which JJ held himself, like he wasn't almost naked in front of me—and about to get completely so—took the edge from the feeling. He was smiling as he looked at me, just happy with a huge hint of lustful, and a smile of my own tugged on my lips in response.

"Now you have more clothing than me." He cupped my breasts through the fabric. "That's, as you put it, ma chèrie, 'just unfair'."

My breath caught in my chest when he leaned closer to reach for the fastener of my bra, so my response only came a little too late. "No, it's not. You have underwear, and I have—" my explanation came up short when JJ pulled my bra off entirely, exposing my chest to his stare, way too intense than it, in my opinion, deserved. Even the second time around, the experience was still not something I could take in absolutely brazenly. But it certainly was easier. "Hey! Do you want me to take off half of your boxers?"

JJ chuckled and grinned lasciviously. "I was actually hoping you would take off all of them, and then we could even things out by making you equally and absolutely naked."

"Well, that's a solution, I guess." Though it was certainly a daunting one. But the other emotions I felt when looking at my soon-to-be-lover overwhelmed whatever fear I felt. The happiness at the sound of his laughter, the love at the sparkle in his scarlet eyes, the heat at the sight of all that pale skin and the muscles visible just under it.

I never thought that male legs could be sexy, but looking at them raising up and up until they hid into his boxers, I felt a primal and base part of me wishing to follow that route until I got to another thing that hid under the fabric.

Or, well, tried to. I watched with fascination as it rose, straining the limits of the cloth prison, right before my eyes.

"This is one of the favourite tricks of most male vampires," JJ whispered into my ear with another chuckle. "Comes from our control over blood. If you want to be really sure if a vampire is aroused, you have to look into their eyes instead. Though even then, they might be merely hungry. As with me, I am aroused and hungry… for you."

The shocked outbreak of laughter that left me at that ended in a gasp when he latched with his lips on my neck, sucking at my pulse point. For a moment, I thought he would bite, and wished for it, but several second later JJ moved away, leaving only what probably would be a hickey behind.

"I have a vague feeling that laughing so much when having, uh, sex, is bad somehow." I was torn between looking at not looking at the tent in JJ's underwear.

"Foolishness. Sex and laughter are two of the biggest joys of life, and mixing them is a given, especially when so much of the first is done not for enjoyment, but for power and money. But I truly hope that this isn't one of these cases." JJ gave me a teasing wink. "Unless you want me to play a lecherous boss and a worker who really needs a raise. In such a case, I'm ready to plead and work for the every ruble you give."

The image of him, lean and graceful, worshipping my body, appeared in my mind, bringing the slowly raising heat inside of me to the forefront. "I don't know about a raise, but something can be done about a bonus…" I muttered, reaching for his boxers after all.

I didn't know what I expected to see when I pulled them down, but in the end, it was, in medical terms, a penis. Whether it was big or small, I had no way to tell—as I had no comparisons—but it was there, and it was beckoning me like a forbidden fruit.

My hands froze in the air as I was torn again in indecision.

"It's not a snake. It won't bite." JJ pulled me close by my waist and nuzzling my neck. "If you are afraid of that, ma chèrie, you should look higher. Don't be afraid to touch it. In fact, I'm highly encouraging you to do so. We won't move onto anything until you are comfortable."

"Thank you," I blurted, and had to look away from his eyes. That brought them right to his—I had to find some word to call it in my mind that won't make me pause whenever I thought it—whatever.

Rita was right when she said that JJ was the best man to lose virginity with. I almost didn't feel nervous at all. He was making me feel good—amazing, even, if I knew anything about him—and I wanted him to feel the same.

So I reached out and touched it. Tentatively at first, but when I felt JJ tense a little next to me, with more bravery. I suddenly recalled joysticks in arcade machines I once played as I kid and had to grin at the parallels. Joystick, really. Now I won't ever be able to think about joysticks without giggling again.

JJ's hand laid on top of mine, holding tight. He showed me the motions, letting out a slow breath when I grasped the idea. "Ah, yes, ma chèrie…" The hand that guided me before, now rose to stop me from continuing. "Now, I'm completely naked and you still aren't. We have to fix it immediately!"