The Virgin Romance Novelist

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Henry asked, as he came up right behind me.

  Without turning around, I answered, “To my room, to change and…”

  “Nope,” he cut me off. “We’re going to my room.”

  “What? Why?”

  Without answering, Henry led me to his bedroom, and then shut the door behind me. He turned me in his embrace and looked down at me with the most serious face I had ever seen.

  His hand cupped my cheek as his body invaded every last inch of personal space I had. My back hit his door as he pinned me, making sure I had no way of squirming away, not that I wanted to. With the stroke of his thumb against my cheekbone, I started to melt on the spot.

  His other hand gripped my waist just as his head lowered to mine. He was taller than me, so it was a little bit of a journey to have our lips meet up, but I didn’t mind going on my tippy toes to meet him halfway, which was exactly what I was doing while my hand went around his neck.

  Our lips connected and my stomach bottomed out from having Henry wrapped around me again. All the concerns I was feeling before, the tension, the uneasiness all faded the minute Henry wrapped his arms around me.

  He was warm, strong, comforting, and sexy.

  Damn, was he sexy, there was no denying that, especially when the moment his lips connected with mine, Virginia was celebrating.

  Being a little adventurous, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue against his lips, which caused a groan to rumble out of his chest. His hand that was once on my waist found its way down to the hem of my dress.

  “I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you like this, touch you like this. God, Rosie, you’re making my fucking dreams come true right now.”

  My heart stumbled at his words as he started to lift my dress up until his hand met my panty line on my thigh. Breath escaped me as his fingers danced along the seam of my conservative pair of panties.

  Pulling away, he looked down at me, as if he was asking permission, permission to take off my dress.

  Holy Hell, Henry wanted to take off my dress, and the strange thing was, I wanted him to do it. With a gulp, I nodded my head, eliciting a smile from him.

  The hand that was on my cheek now went to the hem of my dress as well, and with precision, he took off my sundress, showing off my white strapless bra and my white cotton underwear.

  The room felt cold as I stood in just my skivvies in front of Henry, my best friend. I could feel my nipples tightening, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the room’s temperature or if it was from the gaze coming from Henry as he looked me up and down. I did know the throbbing that started to come from Virginia was from Henry, definitely from Henry.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” Henry said, while his hands found my hips.

  “Thank you,” I said shyly.

  Grabbing me by the hand, he led me to the bed and sat me down. This was getting serious, I thought, as Henry grabbed his borrowed shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing that perfect torso of his.

  Leaning over, he pressed me against the mattress and hovered over me. I watched in fascination as his chest rippled from holding himself up. His skin was bronze, soft, and edible.

  Did I just think edible? Good Lord, I was getting frisky, but hell, I couldn’t help it if Virginia was begging me to lick every last orifice of his body.

  Feeling a little brazen, I grabbed his head and brought it back down to my lips, where I continued to kiss him, something I knew I was getting damn good at.

  He still hovered above me, but I could feel his bottom half relax against me, and that was when the bulge hit my thigh. Curious, I moved my leg to feel it some more, to explore without making it quite obvious.

  Through his shorts, I felt how excited he was, how big he was, and it only made Virginia weep with joy. Moving my leg up and down, I lightly stroked him through his shorts, and after the fifth stroke, he finally caught on to my movement and started to press harder against my thigh, making the movement full of friction.

  As I stroked his erection with my leg and made out with the sexiest guy I had ever met, I thought, was this dry humping? Or was it considered heavy petting? It was hard to tell, because I believed I was petting him—what a weird thing to say—but he was pressing against my leg in a hump-like manner so which was it? A hump pet?

  “Hey, where did you go on me?” Henry asked, as he pulled away. “I feel like you just kind of vanished on me.”

  “Sorry,” I said, as heat scorched through my body. Stupid brain. “I was just thinking.”

  “Thinking about what?” he asked, as his head was inches from mine, but from the corner of my eye, I could still see his muscular arms.

  Ah, muscles, why have I denied myself such a treat for so long?

  Clearing my mind, I decided to be honest and said, “I was wondering if what we were doing was classified as dry humping or heavy petting?”

  The corner of his mouth twisted as he thought about it for a second. “I believe it was heavy petting.”

  “But, you were kind of humping my leg,” I countered.

  Still smiling, he shook his head. “No, I was pushing against your leg, this is humping your leg.” With a few thrusts, he showed me exactly what a hump to the leg felt like.

  “Oh,” I said, feeling a little shy at how much his erection turned me on.

  “See the difference?”

  “I do.” I scanned his eyes and then sighed. “I totally ruined the mood.”

  “No, you didn’t, but I can see that this is going to be a learning experience, since you have so many questions, so we might as well do it right. What do you want to know?”

  Instead of hovering over me, he sat on the bed and placed his back against the headboard with his arms at his sides. His hair was slightly ruffled from me, and his eyes were full of lust. He was adorable, but also sexy; it was hard not to look at him.

  “Come on, Rosie. Let me hear it. What do you want to know?”

  “Seriously?” I asked, a little taken aback by his offer. What we were doing right now wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t something I read in my romance novels, and I kind of wished I was able to have that all-consuming passionate moment with the guy who I couldn’t take my eyes off of, but I had too many damn questions to let it happen.

  Sitting up on my knees, I placed my hands on my thighs and said, “I want to touch it.”

  “Touch it? Rosie, if you are going to be a romance novelist, you are going to have to be comfortable with saying words like dick, cock, and penis, and you are going to have to ask for it, so try again. What do you want?”

  Gritting my teeth, because I knew he was pushing my limits, I said, “I want to touch your penis.”

  If he laughed, I was going to throat punch him, because the words coming out of my mouth sounded so foreign, I had to replay them in my head to make sure they were English.

  Being the gentleman he was, he refrained from teasing me, and instead, nodded his head as his hands went to his shorts and unbuttoned them. Nerves shot through me as he pulled them off, revealing his boxer briefs and his tented erection.

  Tented erection, was that a phrase to use? Technically, it straight-up looked like a tent in his crotch, but was it sexy? Tented erection, tented erection…nope. Not sexy, more like a creepy analogy that makes you think of boy scouts. Eck, I should to go jail.

  “Hey, Rosie. You still with me? It’s a little alarming when you’re about to take your boxers off and the girl who said she wants to touch your dick starts to drift off.”

  “Sorry. I was just thinking. Is tented erection something to write…?”

  “No, nope, not something to write.”

  “Got it,” I smiled, grateful that he didn’t judge me. “I’m sorry about all this. Maybe we just forget it. Clearly, I can’t focus on what I should be doing.”

  With a loving look on his face, Henry grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, so I was sitting on his lap, so his erection was poking against the back
of my butt. It was odd, as if his cock was strapping me in against him, but I found it oddly erotic.

  “Listen, I understand you’re curious, that you will have questions, and I’m okay with that. I want you, Rosie, but I also want to help you, so do whatever you want, ask whatever you want; you’re not going to scare me away. Fart on my face, puke on my dick, but just don’t kick me in the balls,” he teased, making me laugh.

  Feeling the need, I pressed my lips against his while cupping his face and thanked him. His hands ran up my back to the clasp of my bra, making me gasp. I could feel his smile against my lips from my reaction, but he didn’t ease up. With a flick of his fingers, he undid my bra and let it fall between us.

  Instinctively, my arms went in front of my breasts, covering them from view, which, once again, made Henry smile.

  “Hey, no covering up the goods,” he chuckled.

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted.

  “Why? Are you afraid I’ll nibble your nipples right off?”

  “No,” I exclaimed.

  “You should be. I’m kind of a nipple guy.”

  “What? Seriously?”

  Laughing some more, he shook his head. “No, I mean, I love nipples, but I won’t nibble them off; I’ll just nibble. Believe me, it will feel good.”

  “But, I’ve never shown my breasts to anyone before.”

  “Then who better to inspect them than me?”

  “You’re going to laugh at them.”

  “And why would I laugh at them?” he asked, toning down his jovial spirit.

  “I don’t know. They’re not all fake and perky; they’re regular.”

  Looking me square in the eyes, Henry replied, “There is nothing regular about you, Rosie. You should know that by now.”

  Just like that, I was putty in his grasp. My hands went up to his face again as my chest pressed against his, causing an intake of breath to escape him from the contact, just as my lips met his. Softly, we pressed our mouths together, learning to move flawlessly together as we explored each other. His hands that were once on my hips found their way up to my ribcage where they rested for a short period of time, stroking my skin ever so gently.

  Virginia screamed with joy as his thumbs slowly inched to right under my breasts. I could feel my heart pounding against his chest. My breasts ached for his touch, for just one little swipe of his thumb, but he wouldn’t go any higher with his exploration, and after a couple more teasing swipes from his thumbs. I was squirming in his lap.

  “Please, touch me,” I said shyly into his mouth, making him smile.

  “Thought you would never ask.”

  Still not looking down, he allowed his hands to go the extra inch and finally grasp my breasts. Instantly, my head fell back at the feel of his hands applying pressure where I needed it. He had a handful and squeezed with the right kind of pressure that had me rubbing up against his crotch, wanting more.

  With just the light squeeze from him, he had me begging for more. Who knew getting your boob squeezed was such an integral part of being turned on? Hell, they were dangling milk sacs on a woman’s body, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph were they a pleasure button that shot straight to your lady cactus with a hydration mechanism.

  He continued to squeeze my breasts, but slowly started to move his fingers to my nipples. My mind went blank as Virginia started to call the shots, allowing my chest to press into his hands, encouraging him to continue on his journey.

  When my eyes opened to see why he wasn’t gripping my nipples just yet, I saw the heated glare as Henry’s eyes were glued to my exposed chest. Instead of covering myself up, I puffed my chest out more, allowing more of a view. Licking his lips, Henry’s head dipped down and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth.

  “Son of a saltine cracker!” I screamed from the pleasure rolling through me.

  Henry looked up at me for a second with a questioning eyebrow, but went back to work.

  I’ll be honest, never did I think that sucking on a breast was something I would allow, since it seemed odd for a grown ass man to be sucking on me like a child, but hot damn, it felt like heaven.

  His mouth pulled away, leaving me shaking in his hands, but like the fair man he was, he shifted to the other nipple and gave it the same special attention.

  I wanted to scream; I wanted to wail; I wanted to go to church and thank God, Jesus, and everyone holy for the miraculous idea of sucking on a lady’s boob.

  Virginia tightened up and a deep pressure started to grow with Henry’s tricky tongue that kept flicking my nipple in his mouth. My hands went instinctively to his head, encouraging him to do more, and when his hands traveled down my stomach, to the waistband of my panties, I grew stiff, and not in a good way.

  “Whoa,” I said, while popping my nipple out of his mouth.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You were getting close to my lady parts.”

  “That’s kind of the point,” he chuckled, while staring at my breasts. My arms covered my chest quickly, but were removed by Henry. “Don’t cover yourself up in front of me. That’s insulting. You should be proud to show me your body.”

  “It’s just new for me,” I said, resisting the urge to press my bare chest against the mattress, making sure only the mattress springs were able to get a sense of my upper half.

  “Let go, Rosie. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

  Pure joy flowed through me as I accepted his compliment. I glanced down at his crotch, which was a little wet at the tip where his boxer briefs spread against his erection, and I studied it for a second.

  “Did you…orgasm?” I whispered, looking down at his member.

  “No, it’s just a little pre-cum.”

  “Pre-cum, huh, didn’t know there was such a thing. Can I touch it now?”

  “Are we done with touching you for now?” he asked, looking a little disappointed. The sentiment made my heart soar.

  “Just for a little, but I promise we’ll get back to it because your mouth on my breasts was meant to be.”

  A full guttural laugh escaped Henry as he shook his head and put his hands on his waistband. In slow motion, I watched him pull down his boxer briefs and release his cock. The man had zero shame, turning me on even more.

  Bologna pony was right. Holy hell, it looked like a slab of salami just sprouted between his thighs. Was that thing real? My hand reached out, inches away from touching it. It didn’t look real.

  Before touching it, I leaned forward some more and examined it a little closer. His penis was quite erect, and the skin almost looked taught, stretched from end to end. There were veins, no hair—good manscaping on Henry’s part—and his balls, well let’s just say my vision of a scrotum has come to fruition.

  “I just want you to know, the way you’re staring at my dick has me harder than a fucking light post right now,” Henry admitted.

  I looked up at him to see his hands gripping the sheets on the bed and his chest moving rapidly.

  That’s all it took, just a look, and he was about to burst? Men were so easy.

  “I’m going to touch it now,” I announced, as my hand hovered.

  “You don’t have to announce it; you can just touch it.”

  “Okay, I just wanted to give you a heads up. I’m going to touch my first penis. This is my first penis caress,” I said nervously. “Here it goes, I’m about to touch it.” My hand itched closer, but backed away for a second, wondering what it would feel like.

  “It’s skin,” Henry said, “Not some slimy snake, although, after I’m done with you, it sure as hell will be slimy…”

  “Ew, Henry!”

  He chuckled and I watched as his body shook from the laugh. His dick moved with his movements. It was fascinating. I wondered if men thought the same things about boobs. Although, boobs didn’t twitch on their own, and they sure as hell didn’t have pre-cum, thank God.

  “I dare you to touch it,” he smiled.

  “I’m going to. See,” I said, while I poke
d the side of it. It moved slightly, but then came back to position. “Ahh,” I squealed. “I touched it, I touched the penis. Oh God, it’s like one of those blow up punching bags that you hit and it falls, but then comes back up.”

  “Pretty sure all dicks around the world don’t want to be known as punching bags,” he teased.

  I ignored him and moved my hand back toward his penis, this time wrapping my fingers around him.

  “Wow, it’s pretty hard. I thought maybe it looked hard, but was squishy in the middle.” I squeezed and tested out the strength of his cock. “Yeah, not squishy at all, but the skin is a little loose, only a little, which surprises me, given the fact that it looks like it’s about to pop right out of its casing.”

  “Don’t call it casing,” Henry said a little breathlessly.

  “I mean, look at this,” I said while stroking him lightly with my fingers, running my finger along one of the veins. “It’s like it has its own mind. Like, if I commanded it, it would do what I say because I have the vagina, and that’s its ultimate goal.” I dipped my head and looked underneath his dick. I ran my finger along the length of it, testing out all sides, that’s when I saw Henry suck in a gasp of air.

  I looked up to see that he had a light sheen of sweat on his upper lip. I sat up and studied him.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yup, just trying to not blow you in the eye.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Rosie, you can’t just sit close to a dick, caress it, and examine it, and think the guy won’t be affected.”

  “Am I turning you on?” I asked, slightly perplexed.

  “Yes! I have an amazing view of your breasts, your lips are dangerously close to my cock, and you’re stroking it with a feather like touch. Rosie, you’re killing me.”

  “Oh, dear. I had no clue. Do you want me to do something else?”

  “No, please, by all means, explore away, but if you see me panting, you know why.”

  “Fair enough,” I smiled.

  With a renewed confidence from the effect I was having on Henry, I ran my hand down his cock to his balls.