Page 194 of The Surprise Play
Another deep thrust has a gasp of pleasure popping out of my mouth. My eyes spring open and I snatch his taut forearms, my lips forming a perfect O as this sensation travels right through me. It’s blinding and beautiful, and I’m coming! I’m… coming!
“Ah!” I wail with abandon, not even caring that people might be able to hear me. This feels too amazing. I can’t stay quiet.
Releasing another guttural groan, I enjoy the triumphant look on Wily’s face just before he starts to lose it himself.
“Oh, fuck. Baby,” he rasps, slapping his hand on my hip and squeezing tight as he jerks and thrusts, his perfect ass cheeks clenching with a sexy shudder.
He groans some more, pumping a few more times until my arms flop to the floor in listless wonder.
Holy shit, that was incredible.
Dipping his head, Wily pants above me, his chest heaving.
I place my hand over his heart and smile at the thundering beat under my palm.
“It’s official.” He drops down over top of me. “You are the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I giggle, patting his shoulder before running my hand down his back. “Really?”
“I’m serious, Satch. You do it for me, baby.”
“You do it for me too.” I kiss his shoulder. “You’re absolutely the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He leans up on his elbows, looking down at me with narrowed eyes. “I’m the only sex you’ve ever had.”
“Even if you weren’t, I’m guessing you’d still be the best.” I rest my hands on his sides and revel in this giddy sensation bubbling inside me.
I could eternally bask in the affectionate look on his face right now. “It’s an honor to be your first, you know?”
I bite my lip, then force myself to thank him and not tell him that I want him to be my last too. That feels like we’re jumping the gun just a little, doesn’t it?
But maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe the two of us will last the distance, just like my parents have.
After our bedroom floor sexcapades, we crawl into bed together and I finally get some sleep. Wily’s head makes the best pillow, and I wake midafternoon, kind of groggy but definitely more refreshed. My eyes are still puffy from all of last night’s crying, but I’m feeling so much better than I did when I first woke up.
I really don’t feel like getting dressed again, but Wily lends me his ginormous bathrobe and coaxes me downstairs, assuring me that I’m fully covered.
Everyone is up and about. We catch Sienna and Zander making out in the kitchen, which is kind of funny. They’ve obviously been taking advantage of their child-free weekend and have only just stumbled out of bed themselves.
We eat birthday cake for lunch… or breakfast… and I gush over how stunning it is.
“You went to so much effort for me.” I shake my head at Wily as he shoves another huge forkful of cake into his mouth.
“Because you’re fucking amazing.” Crumbs fly off his lips and I giggle, sharing a grateful look with Sienna, who winks at me before stealing the last bite off Zander’s plate.
He gapes at her. “You did not just do that.”
“What?” She laughs around her mouthful of cake, her cheeks poking out like a chipmunk’s as she jumps out of her chair and dances out of Zander’s reach. He gives chase and she screams, ducking out the back door.
Wily and I both rise from our chairs, grinning as he chases her around the backyard, then captures her and throws the girl over his shoulder. He marches back to thegarage, and you only need one guess to figure out how they’ll be spending the rest of their afternoon.
I’m about to suggest the same thing to Wily when Carson and Nylah stroll in, out of breath and gleaming with sweat.
“I’m telling you, the remake is not as good.” Nylah frowns at her boyfriend as he grabs two glasses out of the kitchen cupboard.
“And I’m agreeing with you, kitten!” He hands her a water, obviously exasperated. “Stop bitching to me about it and write a letter to the fucking production company if it’s such a problem.”
