Page 129 of The Surprise Play
Holy shit!
I’m struggling to get my breath back as Wily pants against my neck. He keeps giving me gentle kisses, and I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest. His weight on my body is delicious, and I want him to stay inside me forever.
Sure, I’m feeling stretched, and my body is definitely adjusting to this foreign invasion.
But it’s not an invasion.
He’s a welcome guest!
I’ve never felt anything like this before. He’s inside me.
We’re joined.
As one.
And the feelings rocketing through my body as he pushed into me, and then we did this sensual dance that was like…
And then it was so…
I mean, I can’t even…
Finish a coherent sentence?my brain mocks me, and all I can do is giggle.
Wily’s head pops off the pillow like he’s suddenly coming to, waking up from a drunk-like trance. Blinking down at me, he quickly takes his weight on his elbows and shifts on top of me.
I clamp my thighs around his hips. “Don’t move.”
“Does it hurt?” He looks adorably worried, and I smile up at him, brushing my thumb over the lines creasing his forehead.
“It feels too good. I’m not ready for you to leave.”
“You sure?”
I try to ease his concern by making my smile a little broader, and then I end up giggling again. “I am so freaking sure.”
His expressions shifts, a sappy smile forming on his lips as he tilts his head to study me. “So, that was good for you, huh?”
“That was so good.” I let out a giddy sigh, tipping my head back and melting all over again when he presses his lips to my throat.
“It was good for me, too, baby. So fucking good.”
I bite my bottom lip, not sure how to respond to that.
I have no idea why he thinksIfeel so good. I’m not some super-sexy, super-muscly sports person with a body to die for.
I’m just me with my lumpy curves and squishy edges.
But he seems to like being inside me, so…
Easing away, Wily slowly rises off me, naturally slipping out of me before reaching for the box of tissues next to his bed.
Pulling out a bunch, he hands them to me, and I suddenly feel self-conscious as I bunch them between my legs.
Everything feels very wet and squelchy down there, and I hope no humiliating sounds pop out of me when I go to move.
Checking the tissue, I blink at the blood and remind myself that this is all normal. I’m a first timer. My hymen would have been torn when he pushed into me. But he did it so slowly, so gently, that it didn’t even hurt. Not really. It was just a stretching pressure, not any ripping kind of pain like it’s sometimes described as.
Amazing.
