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“What’s so funny?” I asked, still covering my eye. “I think I might be blind.”
“You’re not blind.” He laughed. “But damn, didn’t think I would be doing the dirty pirate with you. Well, a dirty pirate minus the blow to the kneecap.”
“What’s the dirty pirate?” I asked, starting to blink, hoping my vision would correct.
“When a guy jizes in your eye and then kicks you in the kneecap so you hop around holding your eye, looking like a pirate. I’m supposed to say arghhh when I do it. I missed my cue. Didn’t know you were going all out today.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he responded while getting off the bed and running out of the room, naked. He returned quickly with a warm, wet towel. I watched as he leaned over me, dick still flopping around—good Lord—and wiped my eye. Slowly, my vision started to come back, and I could see once again.
Once we were clean, he pulled me into his chest and said, “When I say I’m going to come, you’re supposed to pull away, love.”
“But don’t girls usually swallow?”
“They can, but I would never ask you to do that.”
“Does it taste bad?”
“Well, it’s not like a milkshake going down your throat. It’s salty, I guess, and warm, not the best thing in the world.”
“Seems like it would be gross.”
“It’s like beer. You either like it of you don’t.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Can’t say that I have.” He laughed. “Not really into dudes. Kind of love the boobs,” he said as he tweaked a nipple, waking Virginia from her tiny siesta. “Now, I do believe it’s your turn, love.”
Chapter Twenty
The Sacrificed Lamb
“What are you going to do?” I asked, slightly nervous.
“Well, I plan on tasting you and then, if you’re up to it, I want to finally take that V-card from you.”
The way he said it, had me slightly cringing, as if it was a trophy he was waiting to grab and put on his mantel of sex, but I let it roll by, even though Delaney’s voice kept ringing through my head.
Cherry chaser.
No, Henry wouldn’t be like that.
“You want to go down on me?”
“Yeah, I want to do a lot more than that, Rosie, but we’ll take it slow.” He rolled me to my side as he hovered above me. “First things first; it’s time to get completely naked.”
His hands found my panties, gripped the sides, and pulled them all the way off my body, stripping me completely naked. I wanted to hide, curl up, and cover my bits, but after seeing Henry’s perusal—with the lust in his eyes—a new sense of confidence grew inside me. He wanted to see my naked body, he liked seeing it, and it actually turned him on. It was a new concept for me, and I liked every second of it.
His hand ran over his mouth as he took me in. “I’m such a dumbass,” he confessed.
“Why?”
“For waiting this long. I should have done this the first day I met you.”
With that, Henry lowered down his head and placed his lips softly on mine. When I pleasured him, it was more of an experiment for me—a little learning experience—but when Henry was in charge, it was more about passion, something I’d longed for.
While he kissed me, his hands ran up my body until they hit my breasts. With gentle strokes, his thumbs played with the underside of my boobs, something I absolutely adored, actually craved.
