Page 123 of The Surprise Play
He’s so beautiful. A shaky breath rushes between my lips as I trail my fingers over his body.
He rises up to his knees, giving me better access while he runs his hands lightly up my thighs. They disappear beneath the throw wrapped around me, and I shiver when they reach my upper thigh, skimming the edge of my panty line.
“Is this okay?” he rasps.
I nod and quickly check, “Is this okay? Does this feel good?” Turning my hand, I run my knuckles down his six-pack, then start traveling back up to his puckered nipples.
“You feel good, baby,” he breathes against my neck before running the tip of his tongue up to my ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth.
A puff of air spurts out of me, followed by a moan that I can’t control.
He feels so good.
More, more!my body starts begging, and I move before I can change my mind.
Unzipping the hoodie, I push it off my shoulders, then grip the bottom of my shirt and start to lift it.
Catching Wily’s eye, I give him a nervous wince,nearly changing my mind. But the look of pure yearning I see flashing across his face is too sweet to deny.
So I close my eyes and go for it, pulling off my shirt and setting it down beside me.
My heart is thundering so hard, I won’t be surprised if he can see the beats pulsing just beneath my skin.
I have no idea if Wily likes what he sees. My eyes are still closed because I’m pretty sure I put on my plainest, comfiest bra after my shower today, and he’s probably seen way prettier ones than this.
“Shit, I love your tits.”
My eyes pop open in surprise. “What did you just say?”
He dips his head with a soft laugh. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it’s true.” He points at my chest. “They are gorgeous.”
I gasp and cover them with my hands, crossing my arms over my body. “R-really?”
He nods. “They’re big and beautiful, and I really want to touch ’em.” He looks hungry, and I glance down at my chest, wondering what the big deal is. They’re just breasts. They’re cumbersome and annoying. They bounce and get in the way and they’re heavy and?—
“But I won’t, unless it’s okay with you.” He clears his throat but doesn’t take his eyes off my chest.
Biting my lips together, I drop my arms away, letting him look.
It feels so bold to do this, and my heart rate kicks up a notch as I pull my shoulders back and whisper, “You can touch me.”
Holding my breath as he reaches for me, I keep that air locked in my lungs as he skims his finger down theline of my bra, then ever so slowly… ever so delicately… he pushes the strap off my shoulder and places a kiss in the groove on my skin.
I close my eyes again, running my fingers into his hair as he paints a line over my skin, kissing his way to the other strap while gently massaging my breasts.
Okay, now I want the bra gone.
The thought is as terrifying as it is tantalizing, so I quickly act before I can change my mind.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and stop breathing yet again.
Wily pulls back, giving me space to move. I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but his head is bobbing. He’s one eager beaver, and it’s that sweet yearning on his face that finally gives me the courage to drop the bra at my feet.
His smile is instant, his eyes lighting as he stares at my breasts like they’re an undiscovered wonder of the world.
He cups them in his hands, gently, with the utmost care, brushing his thumb over the sensitive skin before leaning toward me and trailing his tongue between them.
My breath catches yet again, my body electrifying as he explores my delicate skin with his lips and tongue. When he reaches my left nipple, I swear I have never felt anything so good. Ever. In my entire life. I have never felt this freaking good!
