Page 132 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Virginia was insatiable and wouldn’t quit. I didn’t know how she kept up, but she was like an orgasm-spitting machine. Henry went down on me—orgasm; Henry fingered me—orgasm; Henry used a dildo—orgasm; Henry pulled down his pants . . . yup, orgasm. She was a randy little hussy but I loved her.
“I’m just concentrating.”
“It’s not that hard, love. Just put it on.”
“It’s not going to fit. How on earth did you think this was going to fit?”
“Love, it’s going to fit, just put it on.”
I sat up on my knees, studied the cock ring in my hand, and then looked at Henry’s erect penis. The man could hold an erection for days, even when chuckling.
“You should have gotten a tire; that would have fit.”
“Damn, love. You really know how to compliment a man.”
He started stroking himself, making my mouth water.
So, I once was a virgin who would poke a penis to see if it was real, but now I was a horny girlfriend with the need to fulfill every sexual fantasy that came across my mind. My latest experiment stemmed from a sex scene I’d started writing about a cock ring and riding Henry cowgirl while the ring was on him, like my own personal Henry-shaped dildo. I didn’t know where the thought came from but in order to truly write it, I needed to experiment with it first. Henry was very grateful for my writing, actually loved it, because he benefited from all of my experiments.And I was very thorough in my research.
Please note, doing it against a wall? Not as easy as it’s written. There was a lot of fumbling involved. Also, shower sex equally awkward, especially when the showerhead started drowning you. Sex doggy style while lying over a couch, exhilarating . . . but watch out for queefing.
“You’re drooling,” Henry pointed out, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I am not,” I said, wiping my mouth, realizing I was drooling.
“You so were. Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a turn-on.”
“Drooling? That’s a weird turn-on, Henry.”
“The turn-on is the fact that I could make you drool by just touching my dick, which by the way, if we could hurry this along, that would be great. Poseidon is getting a little angsty.”
Yes, Poseidon. That’s the name Henry gave his penis. Unfortunately, Virginia was quite fond of the name and the member in question, so there was no changing it.
“Okay, but if this rips the condom, it’s your fault.”
“You lubed it, it will be fine.”
I leaned forward and placed the cock ring on the tip of his cock and then slowly worked it down to the base, afraid I was cutting the circulation off from his dick.
“Holy hell,” Henry moaned as his head fell back. “Love, please I need to be inside of you now.”
That plea would never get old. Ever.
Giving the man what we both wanted, I straddled him and positioned myself to take him in. Slowly, I allowed the tip of his dick to play with my already wet center, thank you, Virginia. The vibration of the cock ring ran up the length of his shaft and hit me, made me weak, and made me collapse on top of him, not taking him in slowly like I’d wanted.
“Fuck!” he moaned while he gripped my hips and started thrusting. “Never gets old, love. You were made for me.”
I couldn’t agree more. We fit perfectly together.
With small thrusts, Henry moved in and out of me as the cock ring vibrated us both. The feeling was intense, magnificent, and so overwhelming that my hands fell forward and clutched his chest as I felt my orgasm already start to build up.
“Oh my God, Henry, this feels so damn good.”
“Fuck, it does.”
Henry was cute, because whenever we were intimate, his tongue slipped up and he swore more often then he normally did. That I could make him slightly lose his mind like that was awesome.
“Love, I’m so close.”
