Page 125 of The Surprise Play
His bare leg presses against mine, the tip of his penis skimming my thigh as he tucks his arm under his head and lightly presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Let’s just take this slow,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers trailing over my shoulder and down toward my breasts again.
His touch is featherlight, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back when he starts nibbling my neck and, inch by inch… working his way down my body.
CHAPTER 37
WILY
Satch is opening herself up to me, letting me in, and I don’t want to take advantage of that by rushing this thing.
She’s a nervous first timer.
She’s not begging for it like that girl from last year. She’s not horny and curious.
Well, maybe she is those things, but that’s not glaringly obvious.
From what I can tell, she just wants to be with me. Be intimate with me. And I want to make this a lasting experience. Not one she cringes over when she relives it, but one she remembers with a smile for the rest of her life.
When she recalls losing her virginity, I want it to be this sweet, swoony thought in her mind, not some horror story about some selfish prick who hurt her, rushed her… and she immediately regretted it.
Sucking her nipple, I enjoy the catch of her breath, tuning into her every move and sound, trying to read her body as I skim my fingers over her belly button and lightly brush that sweet spot between her legs.
She flinches, letting out a soft gasp, and I gently cup her, checking her face to make sure she’s okay.
“Still want this?” I whisper against the curve of her breast, not sure how I’m gonna stop if she says no but determined to be the man she needs.
“Yes.”
My lips curl with relief as I go back to kissing her luscious tits, honored that I even get to do this.
For a girl who bolted after our first kiss, it hasn’t taken her long to warm up to me… to us. Each make-out session has been hotter than the last, and now she’s lying naked next to me, telling me she trusts me. And I have to honor that trust.
Drawing a circle around her nipple with my tongue, I enjoy her moan and get back to work, stroking her clit and feeling her tense and relax beneath my touch.
She’s into it, I can tell. And slowly, her legs part a little wider, giving me easier access to her sweet oasis.
Holy shit, my dick is hard, straining to reach the one place it’s going to have to wait for. It’s not getting anywhere near her until she’s wet and ready. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do—get her wet and ready.
Circling her clit with my finger, I keep rubbing, teasing, coaxing her into a new comfort zone until her breaths get ragged and she’s grinding her hips into the mattress. I keep suckling her perfect tits, giving them each turns before darting up to her mouth and drinking deep, our tongues lashing together until she can’t contain another moan or whimper.
My finger works her over, gently teasing her clit and loving the way she’s falling under the wild spell of herfirst orgasm. Or at least the first time someone else has given her an orgasm.
Slipping my fingers between her folds, I tease her opening, loving how wet and glossy it feels.
“Oh,” she pants, tipping her head back and gripping my shoulder. “What are you doing to me?”
“You like it?” I check.
“Yes,” she squeaks, then lets out another groan. “Yes.”
I smile, sitting up on my elbow to watch her for a second. She’s getting close—it’s obvious and beautiful—and I fucking love the way her tits are heaving, swaying across her chest while I take her to that high point and watch her tumble over the other side.
Gliding my finger back inside her, I tease her G-spot while stroking her clit with my thumb and sucking her nipples again.
“Oh my gosh.” Her fingers dig in a little deeper, her nails starting to impale me, but like hell I’m asking her to stop. “Oh shit!”
She tenses, her body starting to shake, and then it happens.
