Page 124 of The Surprise Play
I moan, fisting the back of his hair while his tongue circles my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth.
Oh shit. This is incredible!
I’m whimpering before I can stop myself, and then he’s trailing kisses over my stomach, dipping his nose into my belly button before brushing my lower abs with hisshort whiskers. They scratch and tickle. I bite my bottom lip, reeling at these new sensations. My heart is still thundering away, galloping through my chest and making me lightheaded.
Between my legs is tingling something fierce, and I want him to touch me there. I want to know what it’s like to be with a man.
To be with Wily.
So I shift back on his bed, lifting my feet up and crab-crawling backward. The throw falls away from me, and I’m soon lying back on his pillows in nothing but my beige underwear.
He stands tall, gazing down at me.
I can’t tell what he’s thinking, and I shift uncomfortably, covering my chest with my arm and splaying a hand over the triangle between my legs.
“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” he whispers, his gaze lingering slowly down my body. It’s so obvious that he likes what he sees.
How is that possible?
I worry my lip, starting to tremble when he kneels on the end of the bed. I shift my feet so he can find a perch between my legs, and now stars are starting to scatter in front of my vision.
Am I really doing this?
Yes! You want this. You really want this.
His fingers skim lightly up my calf muscles, softly exploring my exposed curves until he’s caressing the edge of my panty line again.
“Is this okay?” His voice is a husky rasp, his eyes darting to mine. “Do you want me to do this?”
“Yes.” I breathe the word more than say it, then act on instinct and lift my hips.
He takes my cue and wriggles the underwear off my hips.
Oh my gosh, Wily Wilson is seeing me naked.
He keeps his eyes on me, his lips rising at the edges when he finally pulls the underwear off my feet and throws them on the floor.
I have no idea what he’s thinking and I’m too afraid to look, so I quickly shut my eyes before I embarrass myself.
“It’s okay, baby.” His fingers skim over my thighs.
“I’ve never been naked around a guy before,” I admit.
“I know.” His voice is sweet with understanding, and I pop my eyes open, my breath whooshing out of me when he stands and pulls his sweats and boxer briefs off.
Sitting up on my elbows, I gape at his glorious, naked body. His penis is standing to attention, long and impressive, and I have no idea what to say.
“Now we’re even. Both naked, and no one needs to be embarrassed.” His boyish smirk is adorable, and my chest fills with affection as I gaze at him. His blue eyes turn serious with an intensity that makes my heart stop beating for a second. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, okay? You say stop and I will. If anything is too much… I’ll back away. I promise. You can trust me.”
I nod, my lips quivering as they rise into a smile. “I trust you.”
His expression softens with affection as he crawls back onto the bed and nestles between my legs again.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper, but it’s already so freaking obvious I don’t know why I said it.
He smiles, stretching out above me, then flopping to his side so we’re next to each other. Totally naked.
We’re naked.
