Page 114 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Hey, don’t talk with your mouthful of dick,” Henry said, while pulling my mouth off his dick and laughing.
“What’s wrong? Did you not like the song? It’s the first thing that came to mind. I can try some Britney Spears if that works better for you?”
“This isn’t the game Cranium, Rosie. I’m not trying to guess what song you’re humming on my dick. You’re just supposed to hum, nothing in particular.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that? I think that’s a new game we should introduce to the world: guess that song. The girl hums a song on the guy’s dick and he gets two guesses. If he guesses wrong, he has to hum on her nipples. Damn, I bet that would feel good.”
“I bet it would feel better on your clit.” Henry wiggled his eyebrows.
“Umm,” I stuttered, making him laugh.
“Just hum, Rosie. No tunes.”
“Got it,” I said as we both got back into position.
Not humming a song this time, I went back to business as Henry guided me.
“Now when you have your mouth on a penis that you can’t fully take in, you want to use one of your hands to stroke the base of the cock, that way the guy is fully pleasured. The tip is nice to be played with, but squeezing the base of the cock is . . . fuck yes, just like that,” Henry said as I squeezed his base and stroked it while I hummed against his penis.
“Fuck, yes, Rosie,” he said while his head moved against his pillow.
Feeling confident again, my spare hand started its journey to find the perineum. I rolled his balls in my hand for a second, giving them a little love, until my fingers traveled a little farther south, looking for that special spot. I watched with fascination as Henry’s eyes closed and his hands that were once behind his head in a casual position were now gripping his headboard.
Going past his balls, my fingers slid into a warm area that felt like what Henry was talking about until something clenched around my fingers and Henry practically flew off the bed. My mouth was ripped off his dick and my hand slid off as well as Henry backed up.
“Whoa, Rosie, what the hell are you doing digging around in my ass?”
The sheen of sweat that was once gracing his upper lip was now all over his delectable and corded body.
“That was your ass? Ugh, how embarrassing.”
“What were you going for?”
“Your perineum,” I said shyly, wishing I didn’t screw up my surprise.
With a soft look, he nodded and then lay back on the bed. He spread his legs around me and took my hand. Guiding it under his balls, he pressed my finger right where he wanted.
“That,” he breathed hard. “That is what you’re looking for.”
“Oh.” I watched his dick grow harder.
Assuming positions, I placed my mouth back on his cock, my spare hand at the base and in the perfect rhythm I thought was appropriate, I moved my head and my hands. My tongue hummed against the underside of his dick, one of my hands played with the base of his cock, squeezing torturously, while the other hand played with that secret spot.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Henry shifted on the bed and gripped onto the sheets. “Damn Rosie, I mean . . . fuck. God, I’m going to come, Rosie, you have to stop.”
“Why,” I asked against his cock.
“Because I’m going to come,” he said with a strangled voice.
I pulled away but not soon enough as my hand connected with his perineum one last time. I could tell he was going to explode, so to stop the flow from getting everywhere, I placed my finger over the hole of his cock and prayed the ejaculation that was about to happen wouldn’t get everywhere.
To my dismay, my idea of stopping the spurt of cum was countered by the high-pressured hose Henry had in his pants. What I thought was a good idea turned into a giant mess as my fingers assisted as a sprayer.
Cum flew everywhere—over me, over Henry, on the bed and unfortunately, directly in my eye.
“Gah, you got me,” I said, as I covered my eye with my hand and fell back on the bed, wondering if the white, sticky liquid was going to blind me.
My eye burned from the onslaught of man-milk as I heard Henry chuckling in the background.
