Page 112 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Just for a while, but I promise we’ll get back to it because your mouth on my breasts was meant to be.”
A full guttural laugh escaped Henry as he shook his head and put his hands on his waistband. I watched him pull them down in slow motion and release his cock. The man had zero shame, turning me on even more.
Holy hell, it looked like a slab of salami just sprouted between his thighs. Was that thing real?
Before touching it, I leaned forward some more and examined his penis a little closer. It was quite erect and the skin almost looked taut, stretched from end to end. There were veins, no hair—good mansacping on Henry’s part—and his balls, well, let’s just say my vision of a scrotum has come to fruition.
“I want you to know, the way you’re staring at my dick has me harder than a fucking lamppost right now.”
His hands were gripping the sheets, white knuckles, and his chest was moving rapidly, pecs taught, nipples pointed peaks.
That’s all it took, just a look from me and he was about to burst? Men were so easy.
“I’m going to touch you now,” I announced as my hand hovered.
“You don’t have to announce it; you can just touch it.”
But I was so nervous, I had to prepare myself.
“Okay, I wanted to give you a heads-up. I’m going to touch my first penis. This is my first penis caress,” I said nervously. “Here goes, I’m about to touch it.” My hand inched closer but backed away for a second, wondering what it would feel like.
“It’s skin,” Henry said. “Not some slimy snake, although, after I’m done with you, it sure as hell will be slimy . . .”
“Ew, Henry.”
He chuckled, and I watched as his body shook, sexy and all masculine.
With every chuckle, his dick moved with him. It was fascinating. Did men think the same things about boobs? Although, boobs didn’t twitch on their own, and they sure as hell didn’t have pre-cum. Thank God.
“I dare you to touch it.” He smiled.
“I’m going to. See?” I poked the side. It moved slightly but then came back to position. “Ahh,” I squealed. “I touched it. I touched the penis. Oh God, it’s like one of those blowup punching bags that you hit and it falls, but then comes back up.”
“Pretty sure all dicks around the world don’t want to be known as punching bags,” he teased.
I ignored him and moved my hand back toward his penis, this time wrapping my fingers around him.
“Wow, it’s pretty hard. I thought maybe it looked hard but was squishy in the middle.” I squeezed and tested out the strength of his cock. “Yeah, not squishy at all, but the skin is a little loose, which surprises me given it looks like it’s about to pop right out of its casing.”
“Don’t call it casing,” Henry said a little breathlessly.
“I mean, look at this.” I stroked him lightly, running my finger along one of the veins. “It’s like it has its own mind. Like if I commanded it, it would do what I said, because I have the vagina and that’s its ultimate goal.” I dipped my head and looked underneath his dick. I ran my finger along the length of it, testing out all sides, andthat’swhen I saw Henry suck in a gasp of air.
He had a light sheen of sweat on his upper lip as his eyes fluttered shut, his teeth rolling over his teeth. I sat up and studied him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yup, just trying to not blow you in the eye.”
“What are you talking about?”
He expelled a sharp breath. “Rosie, you can’t sit closely to a dick, caress it, and examine it, and think the guy won’t be affected.”
“Am I turning you on?” I asked slightly perplexed.
“Yes! I have an amazing view of your breasts, your lips are dangerously close to my cock, and you’re stroking it with a feather-like touch. Rosie, you’re killing me.”
“Oh, dear. I had no clue. Do you want me to do something else?”
