Page 108 of The Surprise Play
This one’s different from last night.
It’s not the slow, soft touch as he taught me how to kiss. It doesn’t match the dancing snowflakes that glided down around us.
This kiss is hot and frenetic, and… I’m loving it!
Letting out a whimper, I reach up even higher on my toes, trying to get as close to him as I can. He’s so tall and I’m too short and?—
He scoops his arm around my waist again, plucking me off the floor and spinning to sit on the edge of my bed.
I stand between his legs, our mouths aligned more easily, and change the angle of the kiss.
He feels so good!
Like,sogood!
My heart is thrumming, my body pulsing with a hot new beat I’ve never felt before. Areas of my body that I’ve never really noticed are singing, waking up from a lifelong slumber and asking to join the party.
My nipples are buzzing.
In between my legs feels funny—this weighted kind of yearning that’s new and tantalizing.
I whimper again, gripping the back of his hair as his hands curve around my waist, then sail over my butt, giving my cheeks a squeeze.
Gasping into his mouth, I try to swipe my tongue along his again, but he pulls back, checking my face. “Is that okay?”
I nod.
“Are you sure?”
I nod again, frantically. “I like it,” I manage to whisper, then give him a nervous frown. “As long as you like it.”
“Satch.” He laughs my name, his mouth rising into a stunning smile. “I like it.” And then his mouth is on mine again, his hands squeezing my ass while his tongue demolishes me with heady swipes and licks that are addictive.
His hands keep exploring, moving from my butt cheeks to my hips, then up my back. He pulls me closer, squishing our bodies together, and when his hands glideback down, his thumbs skimming the sides of my breasts, my knees start to buckle.
He catches me, hauling me back up and pulling me against him.
Resting his chin on my shoulder, he holds me tight, catching his breath, and all I can do is wrap my arms around him and hold on as well.
Inching my body forward until I’m flush against him, my eyes bulge as I feel the hard shaft pressing into my abdomen.
Holy shit, is that…?
I swallow, this wondrous smile forming before I can stop it.
Part of me wants to pull back and have a look at it, but I’m too nervous.
He’s hard.
For me.
Our kissing gave him an erection, and… and what do I do now?
“Satch,” he whispers, and for a second, I tense, waiting for him to tell me that kissing me is great and all, but he can’t do this. “How?”
I lean back, needing to see his face and understand what he’s trying to say.
“How am I supposed to resist you?” he clarifies, looking sweetly worried.
