Page 111 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Still not looking down, he allowed his hands to go the extra inch and finally grasped my breasts. Instantly my head fell back from the feel of his hands applying pressure where I needed it. He had a handful and squeezed just hard enough that had me rubbing up against his crotch, wanting more.
Begging for more.
The feel of his rigid cock against my aching center, the tender way his mouth glided over mine, and the husky scent of his cologne mixed into a sensation overload, causing my stomach to bottom out and short quick jolts of pleasure to erupt up my spine.
God yes.
He continued to squeeze my breasts but now slowly started to move his fingers to my nipples. My mind whirled, the room dimming around me as I listened to my heart call the shots, allowing my chest to press into his hands, encouraging him to continue on his journey.
And they did. He squeezed harder but not where I wanted him.
Why wasn’t he pinching my nipples yet?
I caught the heated glare in Henry’s eyes as they were glued to my exposed chest, lusty and entranced. Instead of covering myself, I grew a wave of confidence and puffed my chest, allowing more of a view. Licking his lips, Henry’s head dipped and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Son of a saltine cracker,” I screamed from the pleasure rolling through me.
Henry scanned me with a questioning eyebrow, humor marring his sultry eyes but instead of questioning my outlandish outburst, he went back to work.
Honestly, I’d never thought sucking on a breast was something I’d allow since it seemed odd for a grown-ass man to be sucking on me, but hot damn, it felt like heaven.
More than heaven.
Like I’d been sorely missing out on the best form of pleasure for far too long.
His mouth pulled away, leaving me shaking in his hands, but like the fair man he was, he shifted to the other nipple and gave it the same special attention.
So so good.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to wail, I wanted to go to church and thank God, Jesus, and everyone holy for the miraculous perfection of Henry’s mouth.
Every muscle below my belly button tightened up and a deep pressure started to grow with Henry’s tricky tongue that kept flicking my nipple in his mouth. My hands went instinctively to his head, encouraging him to do more, and when his hands traveled down my stomach to the waistband of my panties, I grew stiff and not in a good way.
“Whoa,” I said, popping my nipple out of his mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“You were getting close to my lady parts.”
“That’s kind of the point.” He chuckled while staring at my breasts. My arms covered up quickly but were removed by Henry. “Don’t cover yourself up in front of me. That’s insulting. You should be proud to show me your body.”
“It’s just new for me,” I said, resisting the urge to press my bare chest against the mattress, making sure only the mattress springs were able to get a sense of my upper half.
“Let go, Rosie. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
God, when he said things like that, it made the little wall I was trying to erect quickly crumble.
Taking him in as well, I glanced at his crotch. At the very tip of his erection was a little wet spot where his boxer briefs spread against his shaft. It was hot and also had me thinking . . .
“Did you . . . orgasm?” I whispered.
“No,” he chuckles, “It’s just a little pre-cum.”
“Pre-cum, huh, didn’t know there was such a thing. Can I touch it?”
“Are we done with touching you for now?” he asked, looking a little disappointed. The sentiment made my heart soar.
