The Randy Romance Novelist(15)
From the nip I made on her upper breast, she gasped. “They’re only fictional dreams, book boyfriends if you will.”
My mouth hovered over her nipple as I looked up at her. “Book boyfriends?” My eyebrow quirked from my question.
Her chest lifted, trying to bring my mouth to her nipple, but I didn’t budge until she answered my question. I didn’t care about her book boyfriends, I just enjoyed watching her squirm.
“Henry, stop teasing me.”
“Then tell me about this book boyfriend. Is he more handsome than me? Dreamier? Girthier?”
A small snort popped out of her that she covered up quickly with her hand. She tilted her head slightly to the side and she smiled up at me. “Honestly, no. You are perfect book boyfriend material. If you were in a book, all my book friends would want to steal you from me. You’re sexy, funny, handsome, you have dreamy eyes, and your penis is perfect.”
“Perfect? How does it compare to your book boyfriend’s?” I licked her nipple just as I asked the question. A sexy whimper escaped her as her breathing picked up.
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 will just 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?” I encouraged her. Rosie was still working on her ability to talk about sex and everything sex, so when I got the chance, I pushed her to go past her limits.
Her face turned bright red as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. She was so f*cking adorable it actually pained me sometimes.
“I love how your penis . . .” She paused, her face turning a deeper shade of red 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 as she spoke. “So tight that sometimes I don’t think you’re actually going to be able to fit yourself inside.”
“Want to find out?” I asked, moving one hand down 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 f*ck you?”
Ducking her head, she nodded.
“Say it, Rosie.”
My finger pinched her nipple, spurring her to say, “Fuck me.”
Like a lightning bolt to my dick, I was ready to be inside of her. Hearing such dirty words come 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 never really did outside the bedroom.
I moved my mouth up to her ear, where I pulled her lobe with my teeth right before saying, “Just what I wanted to hear.”
I felt goosebumps spread across her skin from the satisfaction in my words. Moving my hand down to her legs, I spread them apart and glided my fingers across her pubic bone, teasing her even more.
I learned Rosie wasn’t very patient when I was in charge. She didn’t like to be teased, and she hated more than anything taking it slow. Quickly, I glanced at the clock on the side table and noted I had a few minutes before I needed to be in the shower, so I moved my fingers just above her * and then 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 was hers until the day I took my last breath.
With her tongue searching mine, I couldn’t help but slip my fingers inside of her just an inch and then pull 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 of her, but I held my ground as she twisted from annoyance.
Since her arms propped her head up from behind now, her breasts pushed up toward the sky, giving me amazing access to do what I wanted with them.
Rosie’s body was indescribable, incredibly curvy in all the right spots, a damn near perfect version of Jessica Rabbit. Her breasts were just the right weight for my hands, perky, yet rotund. I couldn’t explain it. I’ve 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 has to do was not wear a bra and I was sunk. Yup, I was that guy when it came to Rosie, no self-control.