The Randy Romance Novelist(2)
“Missionary is always a popular position, love. We can try that one out. You know missionary, right? We’ve done it a few times. It’s when you’re on your back and I’m plowing you between your legs.”
“I know what missionary is,” I chastised, irritated that he wouldn’t sit still. “You know I like to try positions from my books, though, so sit still while I grab my Kindle so I can make sure I’m doing this right.”
“Because that’s sexy,” Henry mumbled, as I removed my bottom half from his.
Naked, boobs slinging about, and white butt on display, I trotted over to my nightstand to grab my Kindle. The floor was cold under my feet and I was thankful I remembered to shut the blinds this go-around. I’ve been known to forget to cover the windows, and it wasn’t until the deed had been done that we realized there had been a gaggle of street youths, with binoculars pressed against their faces, getting an eye full of slapping body parts.
Walking down my block, making eye contact with said teenagers had been humiliating, to say the least. I swore I heard them call me Pinky. Henry thought I was delusional, but it was unmistakable. I thought it was because they’d seen the beautiful hue Virginia has to offer. Henry, if he chose to believe the nickname, said it had to do with my pink nipples.
Cue giggling like a school girl.
Kindle in hand, I walked back to Henry, who was waiting patiently on my office chair, in all his naked glory. I’ve only really been with one penis—you already knew this—so I might have been a little biased, but I wasn’t lying when I said Henry had a fantastic appendage.
Girth. Check!
Length. Check!
Hair. None!
Balls. Wrinkly and weird, but let’s be honest, they’re coin purses full of milky babies. Can’t really go right with those things.
Everything about Henry’s “junk” appealed to me.
“Are you reading or staring at my penis?”
“Reading!” I replied, scattering my thoughts away from the wiener between his thighs.
Nodding at my Kindle, hands crossed just above his pecker, he said, “Is that right? Then why is it closed?”
I looked down at my Kindle to see the top covering the screen. Huffing, I scoffed. “Mind your own business while I verify positions.”
The creak of the chair in the room clued me in to his slouching and attempt to get comfortable. From the corner of my eye, I could see his legs spread, boner on display touching his six pack with ease.
Pushing back the sigh that wanted to escape, I returned to my Kindle and opened it up to Warning Track by one of my favorite authors. There was a scene I read the other day where Jane, the main character, got it on with the oh-so-handsome Brady Matthews in a chair that just so happened to be in a baseball stadium. Who doesn’t like a hot sports romance? The author called the sex position The Titanic because at one point, Jane lifts her arms in the air, giving all her trust over to Brady while he maneuvered in and out of her. The minute I read the scene, I knew I had to try it with Henry.
Holding my Kindle in one hand, I scooted closer to Henry and positioned his feet so they were flat on the floor. “You have to be a sturdy foundation for us. Keep these feet glued to the floor, especially since we are on a spinny chair.”
With teasing eyebrows, Henry said, “I love it when you take charge in the bedroom.”
“This is serious!” I stomped my foot. “Get your sexy face on and stop joking. It’s time to make love.”
Henry held up his hands in defense. “Oh, excuse me, mistress.”
Pointing my finger at him, I said, “Don’t call me that. Now sit up. Look alive.” I looked down at his crotch and tapped it. “Come on fella, perk up.”
“I’m going to stop you right there, Love. For the love of God, do not call my penis, ‘fella.’ It’s not going to do much for motivation.”
“Sorry.” Straitening up, I quickly scanned the scene in the book and then proceeded to walk us through the steps. “I’m going to sit on you and you are going to have to hold onto my hips, balancing me. Can you handle that?”
“You insult me with your questions. Of course I can handle that.”
Smiling gratefully at the most handsome man I’ve ever known, I backed my caboose onto his lap, shifting just enough to cause a little friction between us.
“Uh, am I supposed to be inside of you? Or are you going to dry hump my log?” Henry asked, completely amused with this entire situation.
“Oh, um, inside me. Just stick it in there.”
A low rumble vibrated through Henry’s chest. “If you want it, you’re going to have to work for it. Put the Kindle down, grab hold of me, and f*ck me, Rosie.”
A chill ran up my spine from his deep voice whispering across my back. Goosebumps scattered across my skin, causing me to obey his wishes. Putting the Kindle on the floor in front of me, and reaching behind me where I felt his length against my hand, I granted his wish.
From where he rested, I could feel the quick intake of breath as my hand connected with his arousal. His taut stomach flexed under my contact and his hands slowly slid down from my hips to my thighs, where he gripped them hard as I lifted up just barely enough to slip him in.
Shifting my hips, I pushed back against him, so he was completely inserted. Feeling full, I took a deep breath and then started to move my hips, but only ever so slightly. I wanted to feel his girth, but I didn’t want to forget the task at hand.