The Randy Romance Novelist(16)
That’s why I couldn’t get enough of her nipples, her pink little nipples that harden when I looked at her. My hand gripped her left breast, and brought it to a point, where I lower my head and sucked in her nipple . . . whole. My tongue lapped at the hardened peg, teasing and testing its sensitive nerves. I was rewarded with cries of pleasure escaping from those two stunning lips that 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 of her until I couldn’t go any farther.
Like the naughty little girl she was, she started rocking her hips on my fingers, and I let her. I let her ride them until she brought herself to the brink of climax and to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore.
Sweat was coating both of our bodies as the sun shone in our window, letting us know it was the start to a new day.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, slipped it on, and then guided myself inside. I hovered above her, happy with her no nonsense attitude this morning, just letting me take charge, doing what I did best . . . worshiping her.
We both 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 up 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?
With each thrust, we both grew closer to our all-consuming climax. Our bodies rang out through the room, our moans echoed off the old plaster walls, and our scents mingled together, adding an erotic flair to our lovemaking.
Everything about this woman I cherished, and I would be damned if I ever gave her up.
“Yes,” she called out shyly, grabbing a hold of my ass and pulling on it with my movement.
Fuck, just like that, my balls tightened, my toes curled, and an explosion burst from my chest, straight down my body. Rosie called out my name and I pushed in and out of her a few more times, riding our orgasms out until our bodies were completely sated.
Out of breath, I rested my forehead on her shoulder and her hand went instinctively to my hair, where she played with the short strands on the back of my neck.
“I love you,” I whispered. “So damn much.”
“I love you, too.” She sighed and said, “Is it still weird for you to think that we are a couple?”
She asked that question often; I wasn’t sure why because to me, being with Rosie was the most natural and honest relationship I’d ever experienced.
I lifted my head from her shoulder and pressed it against her forehead. My lips quickly pecked hers and I said, “Rosie, I’ve never felt more comfortable or in love with another human being than I do with you. Our relationship isn’t weird to me; it’s natural, logical, and essential to my well-being.”
“How did I get so lucky?” she asked, shifting to the side to look at the clock. I was about to answer her when she screamed right in my ear.
Bringing my hand to my broken eardrum to prevent any further damage, I asked, “What the hell, love?”
Without saying a word, she pointed to my side of the bed. I turned to find Sir Licks-a-Lot, leg extended in the air, toes spread, and his tongue very slowly and methodically licking his little kitty balls.
I turned back to Rosie, so beyond disturbed with the sight to the side of us. “Was he there the whole time?”
“I don’t think we want to know the answer to that question.”
We both looked at him again, watching him continue to swat himself with his mini sandpaper tongue.
I shivered and said, “Why is he purring? Does he ever purr?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Rosie paused for a second before saying, “Why does he always stare at you? I think he might have a crush on you. Maybe you give off some kind of kitty pheromone.”
“I have been known to attract the pussies.”
With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Rosie pushed me to the side and tiptoed around Sir Licks-a-Lot before running off to the bathroom, where I heard the shower turn on. I grabbed the condom off my dick and held it out for the trash can, Sir Licks-a-lot eyeing the latex the entire time. I stopped in my pursuit of the trash can, and said, “I swear to God, if I find this chewed up and buried in the couch, I will rip your spikey dick right off your kitty frame. You hear me, you sick f*ck?”
Like the ass he was, he licked his paw and rubbed the top of his head, with one single middle claw up. Whoever taught that cat to flip people off was some kind of evil genius.
***
“C-3PBro! You ready for the day?” Freddy asked, walking up to me and holding out his fist for a bump.
I ignored his attempt for another “bro-out” and sipped my coffee. “Don’t do that.”
Sticking his hand in his pocket like a “cool guy,” he asked, “Do what?”
“Use Star Wars names in your sick bro-lingo. Star Wars is too good for that.”
“Have you seen the new movie? Seriously, bro, that shit was off the chain! I got a half-chub in the theater over Leia. Even in her old age I would still tap that General of the Resistance. I would give her something to braid her hair over. Pound her so hard that she’d wish she’d never even hooked up with that Solo idiot and instead had waited for me.”