Page 223 of The Surprise Play
Because I’m fucking amazing.
I internally grin. Wily’s made me promise to look inthe mirror every day and tell myself how great I am. It’s a really weird exercise, but I’m sure it’ll get easier as time goes by. And this morning when I looked at my reflection and said, “I really love what you’re wearing today. You look good,” I actually believed myself.
Mom’s package arrived in the mail yesterday, and I squealed when I collected it this morning. It’s a brand-new dress. This one was bought, not homemade, so it wasn’t quite as special, but I was so stoked. It’s blue with white polka dots and has a V-neck that really suits my body shape. It accentuates my waist and makes my boobs look pretty good too. I can’t wait for Wily to see it.
Reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, I straighten up and start unbuttoning my coat. “I want to show you something.”
“Oh yeah?” Wily’s eyes are bright with interest. The poor man is probably so bored, stuck in this house for the first week of recovery. He’s not allowed to really get out and about doing stuff until Monday, and he’s counting the days.
Slipping the coat off my shoulders, I then shed my wool cardigan before spinning to face him.
“What do you think?” I do a twirl in my new dress, loving the way the skirt flares out around my legs. “Mom sent it to me.”
I glance at his face, my insides tingling at the look of pure desire in his eyes.
“You are fire, baby,” he whispers, beckoning me with his fingers.
Skipping forward, I take his hand, then giggle when he pulls me onto his lap.
He grunts, and I quickly lurch up in his arms. “Your knee.”
I try to scramble off his lap, but he holds me tight, shifting my body and rearranging my legs until I’m straddling his lap. He pulls me forward so I’m not putting any pressure on his legs, all of my weight tucked against his hips and pelvis.
“Is this okay?” I carefully drape my arms over his shoulders. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“I’m good, baby.” Trailing his hands up my legs, he finds a perch on my hips and gives them a gentle squeeze. “The things I want to do to you right now.” He tips his hips, and I can’t help grinding against him before I come to my senses.
“Not this week.”
“I could just sit here, and you could do all the work.” He gives me a hopeful smile.
I laugh. “We’re not doing anything to aggravate your injury. You’ll just have to wait.”
He groans, tipping his head back.
I smile, leaning down to press my lips against his Adam’s apple. “It’s okay, Coyote. You can have me again soon.”
His hands run up my back, curving over my shoulders before he nudges me back so he can cup my breasts.
Damn, he feels so good.
His hooded gaze is turning my insides to liquid fire, and it’s taking maximum effort not to ignore all the doctor’s instructions and just ride him anyway.
“You know what I want to do with this body right now?” His eyes travel over me as he runs a finger down the line of my V-neck.
“I think you’re about to tell me.” I grin, biting my lip in excited anticipation.
His mouth twitches, and then he goes on to describe it in great detail. “I want to unbutton this dress.” He touches each of the white buttons down my front. “Then kiss this luscious neck.” He skims his fingers lightly around my throat before running his knuckle down past my collarbone and in between my breasts.
My insides thrum. This is a sweet kind of torture, knowing we can’t go there just yet, but oh man, when we can…
He keeps going, telling me how he’ll unclasp my bra and suck my nipples.
“I love your tits, baby. You have the best tits in the world.” He squeezes them again before detailing how he’ll explore every inch of my skin with his tongue. By the time he gets to the bottom half of my body, I’m horny as anything, and I practically come when he tells me how deep he wants to plunge inside me.
His words are liquid honey, coating my quivering heart and trembling soul.
Leaning forward, he whispers in my ear, “And I’m gonna keep thrusting and plunging and taking you to the edge, baby.”
