Page 110 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Touch it? Rosie, if you are going to be a romance novelist you are going to be comfortable with saying words like dick, cock, penis, and you’re going to have to ask for it. Try again. What do you want?”
Gritting my teeth, because I knew he was pushing my limits, I said, “I want to touch your penis.”
If he laughed, I was going to throat-punch him, because the words coming out of my mouth sounded so foreign, I had to replay them in my head to make sure they were English.
Being the gentleman he was, he refrained from teasing me and instead, nodded his head as his hands went to this shorts and unbuttoned them. Nerves shot through me as he pulled them off, revealing his boxer briefs and his tented erection.
Tented erection, was that a phrase to use? Technically it straight-up looked like a tent in his crotch, but was it sexy? Tented erection, tented erection . . . nope. Not sexy, more like creepy analogy that makes you think of Boy Scouts. Ick, I should to go jail.
“Hey, Rosie. You still with me? It’s a little alarming when you’re about to take your boxers off and the girl who said she wants to touch your dick starts to drift off.”
“Sorry. I was just thinking. Is tented erection something to write—?”
“No, nope, not something to write.”
“Got it.” I smiled, grateful he didn’t judge me. “I’m sorry about all this. Maybe we should forget it. Clearly I can’t focus on what I should be doing.”
With a loving look on his face, Henry grabbed my hand and pulled me closer so I was sitting on his lap. His erection was poking against the back of my butt.
“Listen, I understand you’re curious, that you’ll have questions, and I’m okay with that. I want you, Rosie, but I also want to help you so do whatever you want, ask whatever you want. You’re not going to scare me away. Fart on my face, puke on my dick, but just don’t kick me in the balls,” he teased, making me laugh.
Feeling the need, I pressed my lips against his while cupping his face and thanked him. His hands ran up my back to the clasp of my bra, making me gasp. I could feel his smile against my lips from my reaction, but he didn’t ease up. With a flick of his fingers, he undid my bra and let it fall between us.
Instinctively, my arms went in front of my breasts, covering them from view, which once again, made Henry smile.
“Hey, no covering up the goods.” He chuckled.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted.
“Why? Are you afraid I’ll nibble your nipples right off?”
“No,” I exclaimed.
“You should be. I’m kind of a nipple guy.”
“What? Seriously?”
Laughing some more, he shook his head. “No, I mean, I love nipples, but I won’t nibble them off. I’ll just nibble. Believe me, it will feel good.”
“But I’ve never shown my breasts to anyone before.”
“Then who better to inspect them than me?”
“You’re going to laugh at them.”
“And why would I laugh at them?” he asked, toning down his jesting.
“I don’t know. They’re not all fake and perky; they’re regular.”
Looking me square in the eyes, Henry replied, “There is nothing regular about you, Rosie. You should know that by now.”
Just like that, I was putty in his hands.
My hands went to his face again as my chest pressed against his, causing an intake of breath to escape him as my lips met his. Softly, we pressed our mouths together, learning to move flawlessly as we explored each other. His hands once on my hips found their way to my ribcage where they rested for a short period of time, stroking my skin ever so gently.
Internally I screamed with joy as his thumbs slowly inched to right under my breasts. I could feel my heart pounding against his chest. My nipples ached for his touch, for one little swipe of his thumb, but he wouldn’t go any higher with his exploration, and after a couple more teasing swipes from his thumbs, I was squirming in his lap.
“Please touch me,” I said shyly into his mouth, making him smile.
