Page 113 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“No, please by all means, explore away, but if you see me panting, you know why.”
“Fair enough.” I smiled but inside . . .I am in awe. This is how Henry’s reacting to me.
With a renewed confidence from the affect I had on Henry, I ran my hand down his cock to his balls.
“Careful”—he shifted in my grasp—“the balls are way different from the cock, and you have to be gentle.”
“Oh right, I forgot. These little guys are sensitive. Noted.”
With tender fingers, I lightly stroked his balls and felt the weight of them. They weren’t giant by any means, and he was cleanly shaven so that wasn’t a problem. They were actually kind of fun to play with, kind of like marbles in a Ziploc bag full of water.
Remembering what Henry told me about the perineum, I smiled to myself and glided my hand to the back of his balls but came up short when I noticed he was sitting too upright.
“Can you slide down the bed a little and spread your legs more?” I asked.
“You’re not doing a lady doctor exam or anything, are you?”
“No, why on earth would I do that?”
“I have no clue.” He chuckled and did what I told him.
At that moment, I looked down at him while his hands went behind his head and his eyes landed on mine. He was giving his entire body to me for my perusal, for my study, and I knew no other man would have been half as amazing, patient, and understanding as Henry had been through this whole process. He’d taken the role as best friend to a whole new level.
Just as I was about to run my hands up his thighs, my phone rang in my purse, which was now on the floor. I looked over at it, wondering who would be calling me, but with a tug to my arm, Henry pulled me back.
“Stay with me, Rosie.”
Nodding, I positioned myself between his legs and lowered my head to his cock.
“I’m going to try putting it in my mouth. I can’t make you any promises. Last time I did this, I threw up.”
“Well, if you feel like throwing up, let me know. I will hold your hair back for you.” He winked up at me, making my heart stutter in my chest.
Gah, I felt myself falling for the man, just like that, with a little wink—I was his. I shook my head of the damning thoughts and focused at the task at hand . . . well, I guess mouth now.
I grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and lowered my mouth until his arousal was a whisper from my lips. With a lick to wet my now dry lips, I opened my mouth and descended upon him. My mouth attempted to stretch around him . . . how on earth did girls manage to hold their jaw open for so long? Mine was on his cock for a second and my jaw was already screaming at me.
My teeth dangerously scraped against his skin, and knowing biting the dick wasn’t a good idea, I took a deep breath, relaxed my face, and opened wider.
To my surprise, I was able to move his cock farther into my mouth. It wasn’t gross like I thought it would be; it just felt like I was trying to suck on a warm, fleshy popsicle.
Fleshy popsicle—probably not the best term to use in my book but spot on when talking to girlfriends. I shuffled that away for when I talked to Jenny or Delaney.
Breathing out of my nose, I lightly sucked on Henry’s penis. I wouldn’t say I was the best at it, I wouldn’t even say I was subpar as I couldn’t control the drool that seeped out of my mouth or the constant gag reflex that threatened me every moment his cock parked it in my mouth, but I could see by the way Henry’s muscles flexed I was actually pleasuring him.
Wanting to pull out some of my tricks Henry taught me, to impress him and show him I had been listening, I decided to try the hummer.
Now I knew nothing about a hummer. I hadn’t read about it in any of my novels so I wasn’t quite sure how to provide the sexual action, but from what Henry described to me, I just hummed while my mouth was on his dick. Simple enough.
Taking in some air through my nose, I started to hum.
“Hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hmmmm.”
In the middle of my humming, Henry sat up and looked at me with a quizzical eyebrow.
“Are you humming Jingle Bells?”
“Yeah, wuts wung wi what?” I asked, dick still in my mouth.
