Page 149 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
She thought about my question for a second and said, “Honestly, all book boyfriends have big penises. It’s a given. Abs and schalongs. I wouldn’t compare yourself to them.”
“Is that right?” I bit down on her nipple, causing her to yelp. “Well then, I guess I’ll take my non-book boyfriend dick to the shower and get ready for the day.”
I started to move away when she grabbed my shoulders, a look of desperation in her eyes. “No, don’t leave. I was kidding. I can’t talk about your penis enough and all the good things about it. I love how it . . . uh . . .”
“How it what?” Rosie was still working on her ability to talk about sex and everything sex, so when I got the chance, I pushed her pass her limits.
Her face turned an embarrassed shade as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. She was so fucking adorable it actually pained me sometimes.
“I love how your penis . . .” She paused, her face turning a deeper shade of pink as she cleared her throat. “I love how it fits inside of me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, moving my tongue around her nipple, making leisurely circles, watching as her breath started to catch in her throat with each lap. “How does it fit?”
She gulped and started to move her hips against mine. “It fits . . . tight.”
I sucked in her nipple, rewarding her for a good answer . . . a true answer. “How tight?”
“Really tight.” She was breathless. And God, how I loved making her breathless. So fucking sexy. “So tight that sometimes I don’t think you’ll actually fit inside.”
“Want to find out?” I asked, moving one hand to the breast I wasn’t paying any attention to. I plucked her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while my tongue danced with the other.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes, that feels good, or yes, you want me to fuck you?”
Ducking her head, she nodded.
“Say it, Rosie.”
I pinched her nipple. “Fuck me.”
Like a lightning bolt to my dick, I was ready to be inside her. Hearing dirty words from my sweet and innocent girl was a huge turn-on. I loved how she wanted to experiment in the bedroom and how it took encouragement from me to help her break out of her shell. I especially loved it when she swore, since she rarely did outside the bedroom.
I moved my mouth to her ear, where I pulled her lobe with my teeth. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
Goosebumps spread across her skin from my words. Lowering my hand to her legs, I spread them apart and glided my fingers across her pubic bone, teasing her even more.
Rosie wasn’t very patient when I was in charge. She didn’t like to be teased, and she hated taking it slow more than anything. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noted I had a few minutes before I needed to be in the shower, so I moved my fingers just above her pussy and pressed down on the outer edges, barely moving my fingers up and down, just close enough to her hole that she could feel the slightest pressure.
A low moan rolled through her, her hips moved with my fingers, encouraging me to go lower, and her hands gripped the back of my neck, bringing my lips to hers.
She was soft, yet tough with her movements. Her tongue was demanding, but also timid once I opened my mouth for her. She knew what she wanted, but when she got it, she shied away for a second, still wondering if I was hers for the taking. What she still didn’t get was that I’d be hers until the day I took my last breath.
With her tongue searching mine, I slipped my fingers inside her an inch and then pulled them out. She groaned in frustration, releasing my mouth from hers. Her hands went under the pillow where she grabbed it and moved her hips again, trying to force my fingers inside her, but I held my ground as she twisted from annoyance.
Since her arms propped her head up from behind, her breasts pushed toward the sky, giving me amazing access to do what I wanted to do with them.
Rosie’s body was indescribable: deliciously curvy in all the right spots, a damn near perfect version of Jessica Rabbit. Her breasts were the right weight for my hands, perky, yet plump. I couldn’t explain it. I’d always appreciated breasts before, but with Rosie, I wanted to lay down a red carpet for each one and be at their beck and call. All she had to do was not wear a bra and I was sunk. Yup, I was that guy when it came to Rosie—no self-control.And she’d yet to understand how easily she could use that to her advantage . . .
That’s why I couldn’t get enough of her nipples, her pink little nipples that hardened when I looked at her. I gripped her left breast, brought it to a point, then lowered my head and sucked her in . . . whole. My tongue lapped at the hardened peg, teasing and testing its sensitive nerves. I was rewarded with cries of pleasure escaping from those stunning lips I’d been blessed to call mine.
Never one to pick favorites, I moved my mouth over to her right breast and performed the same routine; this time, her cries grew louder, because with each nip of my teeth, I pressed my fingers deeper inside her until I couldn’t go any farther.Fuck, I wanted inside her bad.
Like the naughty little girl she was, she started rocking her hips on my fingers. I let her ride them until she brought herself to the brink of climax—and then I couldn’t take it anymore.
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, slipped it on, and guided myself inside. I hovered above her, happy with her no-nonsense attitude this morning, letting me take charge, doing what I did best . . . worshiping her.
We studied each other’s eyes as my hips moved in a perfect rhythm that matched our beating hearts. How could I not love this woman with everything in me when she looked at me as if I were her knight in shining armor? As if I were her prince charming? The one man who could fulfill her every fantasy? Dare I say it . . . her book boyfriend?
