Page 109 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Pulling away, he looked at me, as if he was asking permission—permission to take off my dress.
Holy hell, Henry wanted to take off my dress and strangely, I wanted him to do it.
With a gulp, I nodded my head, eliciting a smile from him.
The hand on my cheek now went to the hem of my dress as well, and with precision he took it off, revealing my white strapless bra and my white cotton underwear.
The room felt cold as I stood in my skivvies in front of Henry, my best friend. I could feel my nipples tightening, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the room’s temperature or if it was from Henry’s gaze as he looked me up and down.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Henry said as his hands found my hips. A light throb sparked between my thighs, a thrilling sensation that was new and exciting.
“Thank you,” I said shyly.
Grabbing me by the hand, he led me to his bed and sat me down.This is getting serious.Henry grabbed his borrowed shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing that perfect torso of his.
Leaning over, he pressed me against the mattress and hovered over me. I watched in fascination as his chest rippled, his skin bronzed, soft, and edible. The picture-perfect man.
Everything I could have ever hoped for when it came to the opposite sex, it was all bottled up in one man.
Feeling confident and beautiful because of the way Henry looked at me, I grabbed his head and brought it to my lips where I continued to kiss him. In the last few weeks, I'd kissed a few other men and had enjoyed it. But kissing Henry? No words described how perfect it was, the ecstasy, the pure desire it created within me.Kissing Henry feels so right.
He still hovered above me, but slowly lowered his bottom half, and that was when the delectable feel of his bulge hit my thigh. Curious and thrilled at the same time, I moved my leg to test the feel of him, to explore without making it quite obvious.
Through his shorts, I felt how aroused and large he was, larger than I’ve felt since I started my journey and that elated me. Moving my leg up and down, I lightly stroked him through his shorts, marveling in the way he became stiffer by the second and after the fifth stroke, he finally caught on to my movement and started to press harder against my thigh, turning my innocent stroke into fiery friction.
As I stroked his erection with my leg and made out with the sexiest guy I’d ever met, my mind wandered. Was this dry-humping? If it was, I wanted more of it, so much more of this.
“Hey, where did you go on me?” Henry asked as he pulled away. “You just kind of vanished.”
“Sorry,” I said as heat scorched through my body. Stupid brain. “I was just thinking.”
“About?” he asked as his head was inches from mine. From the corner of my eye I could still see his muscular arms.
Ah, muscles, why had I denied myself such a treat for so long?
Clearing my mind, I decided to be honest and said, “I was wondering if what we were doing was classified as dry-humping or heavy petting?”
The corner of his mouth twisted. “I believe it was heavy petting.”
“But you were kind of humping my leg,” I countered.
Still smiling, he shook his head. “No, I was pushing against your leg. This is humping your leg.” With a few thrusts, he showed me exactly what a hump to the leg felt like.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little shy from how much his erection turned me on.
“See the difference?”
“I do.” I scanned his eyes and then sighed. “I totally ruined the mood.”
“No, you didn’t, but I can see this is going to be a learning experience since you have so many questions. Might as well do it right. What do you want to know?”
Instead of hovering over me, he sat on the bed and placed his back against the headboard with his arms at his side. His hair was slightly ruffled from my hands, and his eyes were full of lust. He was adorable but also sexy, and it was hard not to look at him.
“Come on, Rosie. Let me hear it. What do you want to know?”
“Seriously?” I asked, a little taken back by his offer. What we were doing wasn’t sexy; it wasn’t passionate, and it wasn’t something I read in my romance novels. I wished I could have had that all-consuming passionate moment with the guy I couldn’t take my eyes off, but I had too many damn questions.And beautiful Henry understood that. Understood me. God, I love him.
Sitting up on my knees, I placed my hands on my thighs and said, “I want to touch it.”
