Page 126 of The Surprise Play
She lets out this keening groan… and tumbles, her body convulsing with ecstasy as I work her clit a little faster and slip my finger in a little deeper.
“Oh! Oh. Ohhhh.” Her eyes pop open, her mouth agape as she clamps her legs together, trapping my finger inside her and quivering from head to toe.
“You good?” I smile, pressing my nose into her cheek, then kissing her when she turns to answer me.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums into my mouth, gripping the back of my neck and kissing me hard.
I slip my finger out of her, rolling her to her side and gathering her against me. Her leg swings up around mine, and my sensitive dick presses into her soft abdomen.
Oh man, my hips want to start jerking. It’s taking everything in me not to roll her over, pin her to the mattress, and find a home between her legs.
But this has to come from her.
All I can do is keep kissing her and hope that she’ll be ready. And if not, I can deal with that. I can?—
She pulls away from me, her eyes studying my face. I work for neutral, not wanting to sway her decision. This can’t just be about the hunger coursing through my body.
My jaw shakes just a little as I open my mouth to tell her that, but she speaks before I can.
“Do you want to…” She bites her lip, and I hold my breath, my entire body tensing as I wait for the rest of her question. “Do more?”
I can’t help an instant grin.
She smiles back at my no doubt goofy-ass expression.
“Only if you want to,” I manage to croak.
She starts to nod, and it takes everything in me not to punch the air with a whoop.
“You sure?” I check, tucking her hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready. I know this is your first time, and?—”
“I want to.” She nods again. “I want to be with you… in this way.” She swallows, brushing her teeth over her bottom lip. “I trust you, Wily. I lo…” Her words trail off and she shakes her head, blushing bright red as she dips her chin.
“I trust you, too, Satch.” Tipping her face up to mine, Ilightly kiss her before reaching into my bedside drawer and pulling out a condom.
Ripping it open, I kneel beside her and roll it on.
She’s watching me in fascination, lightly running her finger down my rigid dick.
“It’s slimy.” Her nose wrinkles.
“It’s to help with…” I shake my head and reach back into my drawer for a tube of lube.
“What’s that?” She sits up on her elbow, trying to read the side of it.
Her boobs jiggle when she moves, and I can’t help taking a second to admire them before squirting the lube onto the tip of the condom.
“This is lube. It’ll help reduce friction and make it more comfortable for you. The wetter you are, the easier it is.” Shit, it feels so weird explaining this.
It’s like I’m giving her a tutorial in sex.
Way to kill the romance.
But she doesn’t seem to notice or mind, tipping her head to watch me rub the lube on.
Reaching forward again, she swipes her finger up my dick like she’s conducting a scientific observation.
I gaze down at her, wondering what the hell she’s thinking, then grinning when she gives me an impish look.
