Page 117 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Good to know.” He chuckled just as his mouth wrapped around my breasts and sucked hard. My back arched, my toes curled, and my mind went blank as I pressed his head closer to my chest. It was pathetic, I knew it, but the minute I found out my nipples controlled the be-all and end-all of pleasure, I wanted them played with at all times.
Like a professional, Henry sucked, nipped, licked, and pinched them, never letting up, never paying too much attention to one single nipple. In five minutes, he had me begging and pleading for more, my legs falling to the side.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last, watching you writhe under me like this,” Henry said into my breast.
“Then don’t,” I breathed out.
He pulled away, gave me a questioning look ofdid I really want this? With a curt nod, I gave him the go-ahead.
With the green light, he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. If I wasn’t so sated, I would have offered to put it on, practice my condom skills, but I let him take care of it. I would have been a fumbling mess in my state.
Once he was done, he positioned himself over me again and grabbed my legs so they hung over his shoulders.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, feeling incredibly nervous.
“Making this as easy on you as possible. Do you trust me, Rosie?”
“More than anyone I know,” I admitted honestly.
“Okay, then I’ll be honest. This won’t feel very good, it might hurt a lot since I’m pretty big and you’re very tight.”
“Think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“You know it’s the truth.” He grinned wickedly. He was right; he was sporting a tree trunk. “Ready? I’m going to go slow.”
I nodded and braced myself. His hands ran to my breasts as he said, “Relax, love. The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be. Be in the moment with me.”
Unclenching, I tried to take deep breaths while one of his hands went to my right nipple. His other hand had a hold of his cock, which now rubbed against my entrance. Surprisingly, I was incredibly wet so when he rubbed his cock against me, it actually slid easily, easing my stressed muscles.
“Oh, do more of that,” I said while I braced my hands above my head, gripping onto the headboard.
Chuckling, he did as was asked, and I reveled in the feel of the smooth tip of his cock running the length of my slit. It felt incredible, just incredible enough for me to forget the fact that Henry inserted the tip of his cock into my vagina.
“Oh.” I adjusted, but with each movement, he slowly went deeper.
“Don’t move, love,” Henry said, looking a little pained.
“Are you okay?” I tried to steady my breathing.
“You’re so goddamn tight, love.”
“I’m sorry, should we stop?”
“No! Don’t be sorry, you feel beyond amazing. If it’s all right with you, I’m going to go a little deeper. Are you all right with that?”
“I think so,” I said cautiously as I held my breath.
“You think so?” he questioned with a grin.
“Well, I guess since you’re already pushing past the threshold, you should go all the way, right? I guess with you I can say, go big or go home.”
Chuckling, he shook his head while looking at me. “Remind me to tell you about bedroom talk later; we’ve blown past all bedroom decorum.”
“Like what?” I asked, curious as to what I possibly said.
“Not now, Rosie,” he said a little pained. “Kind of having a hard time tipping you.”
“Tipping. Huh, is that a real term?”
