Page 118 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Not now, love.”
I was about to say sorry when his lips found mine once again, but this time instead of being gentle, he was more demanding. He nipped my lip with his teeth, plunged his tongue into my mouth, and once again fondled my breasts. The onslaught of attention to my body had me forgetting what he was doing down below and before I knew it, a sharp pain flew through my lower half, making my body arch off the mattress and a moan escape my lips.
“Are you okay?” Henry stilled above me. His breathing was labored, and I knew this was difficult for him and yet, he was so incredibly patient.
Eyes tightly shut from the pain that ripped through me, I took a few deep breaths and once the initial shock of what happened passed, I eased my body and opened my eyes. Henry’s concern was reassuring as he scanned me for any indication that he should stop.
Oddly, I wasn’t hurting like I thought I would, besides the initial “pinch” that was talked about. I just felt . . . full. I felt stretched, yet satisfied, like Henry was meant to be inside me all this time.
“I feel full but in a good way.”
“Good.”
Gently, Henry moved his hips in and out of me, forming a kind of friction I’d never felt before, even when I got the vibrator stuck up there, there was nothing like having his cock slide in and out of my tight channel. His lips caressed my jaw, sucking and kissing, turning an awkward moment into an intimate one.
His hands traveled slowly up and down my body, sending goosebumps over my skin. His fingers traced the outline of my ribs and at a snail’s pace, found their way back to my breasts where I felt my chest press into his hand once he grabbed hold of them. I was shameless.
The movements of his lips and fingers combined with the gentle thrusts going in and out of me had my body wanting more, needing more, craving more. I felt like whatever he was doing was not satisfying the pressure starting to build deep inside of me, until one of his hands ran down my stomach and hovered right above my pubic bone.
Desperately, I waited for his next move, wanting to see what he had in store because so far, I was cursing myself for not partaking in sexual intercourse until now. With the slip of his finger, he pressed against my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to make the world around me slip into a dull darkness and leave only Henry and me in view.
“I’m going to come, love,” Henry gritted out.
I wanted to respond, I wanted to tell him it was okay, but the epic orgasm pulsing through my veins took over, and I was left speechless. Two more thrusts, a pinch to the nipple, and pressure on my clit, had me screaming his name, pulling on his hair, and curling my legs around his waist, thrusting my hips into him, trying to steal every last ounce of pleasure.
“Henry,” I screamed just as I felt him stiffen above me, making a low groan of his own.
“God,” he mumbled, his chest corded, tight, his orgasm ripping through him at the same time.
Once we couldn’t move anymore, we stilled and simply stared at each other. Henry hovered over me perfectly, granting me that sexy smile of his, and right then and there, I felt happy. Truly happy.
“By the nipple hairs of a wildebeest, that was by far the best thing I’ve ever experienced,” I confessed while reaching up and caressing Henry’s hair softly.
A full on laugh escaped him as he shook his head and presses a kiss to my lips.
From my touch, Henry switched to leaning on his elbows so he was only a few inches above me. His hands went to my face as well and stroked my cheeks. I relished in the feel of him on top of me, of him caressing me, being intimate in a completely different way. Was this what post sex was like? Probably not with everyone, some people probably did the deed and went on with their lives, but I enjoyed this so much more. I enjoyed the sight of Henry’s eyes soaking me in, loving me. It was a moment I would never forget.
My phone beeped, letting me know I had a message, and that was when I remembered the missed call.
I thought about answering it to avoid an awkward moment but held off when Henry asked, “Was everything okay?”
“It was perfect, Henry. It hurt a little at first but you helped me forget. You’re really good at kissing.”
“I should say the same about you. You do this thing with your tongue that has me losing all my self-control.”
“Really?” I asked, kind of proud of myself.
“Really.” Henry chuckled. Stroking my cheek, he continued, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“Thank you,” I replied shyly. “You’re kind of crazy sexy yourself.”
“Just kind of?” he teased.
“Only kind of.” I smiled.
My phone beeped again, which had me wondering. No one would leave me a message unless it was important. My overactive imagination freaked me out at the thought of my mom and dad dying in a ditch somewhere.
“Do you mind if I check my phone?”
