Page 151 of The Surprise Play

I wish he was with me right now.

If he was lying behind me with his strong arm wrapped around my body, I’d be asleep in minutes.

Staring through the darkness at my bedroom door, I toy with the idea of padding across the cold hallway and crawling into the guest bed with him, but…

My parents set us up in separate rooms, and I want to respect that.

They have no idea Wily and I are sleeping together, and I’m not sure how or when I’ll tell them. I’ve been dating him for less than a month; they’ll probably think it’s way too fast. I could explain that I was falling for him well before our first date, but still…

It is fast.

Fast and amazing.

Fast and so natural that it feels like the most normal thing in the world.

My lips rise, my body tingling as I relive our last hot and heavy make-out session. I still had my period a few days ago. It’s over now, but the other day… I got to give him my very first blow job, and it was so much better than I could have imagined. I was kind of nervous to do it, but I wanted to pleasure him, and the way he moaned and fisted my duvet cover told me everything. When his fingers plunged into my hair, his thighs going taut on either side of my body, I felt like the queen of the world. I was sending him over the edge, and it felt amazing.

My door handle turns, and I flinch at the sound, tensing in the dark as I listen to my door quietly creak open.

“Satch?” Wily whispers, and my heart springs into my throat.

“Wily? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He creeps into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

With my eyes already adjusted to the dark, I enjoy the view as his shadowy body pads across to my bed and he lifts the covers.

“What are you doing?” I shuffle back to accommodate him, my butt hitting the wall.

There’s no way we’re both going to fit on this tiny bed.

“I missed you.” He pecks my lips, nearly falling off the mattress as the bed groans again, its old frame complaining about the extra weight. “Here.” Grabbing my hip, he pushes me around until I’m flat on my back, and then he finds a happy home between my legs. “Better?”

“Yes,” I breathe, kissing his chin as I run my hands around his waist and up his back.

He’s shirtless! And I love the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips. Tracing each muscle, I splay my hands over his broad back and enjoy the journey up to his shoulders.

I love it when he lies on top of me.

I love how close his lips are.

And I love the erection I can feel forming against my leg.

“You’re already hard,” I tease him.

“I told you.” He kisses the side of my mouth. “I was missing my girl.”

I bite my bottom lip, a broad smiling forming around my teeth.

“Had to come and give you a proper good night kiss,” he whispers, nibbling his way across my jawline, then down my neck. “Your dad won’t kill me, right?”

“I don’t think so.” My breath catches, and I can’t help a contented sigh as his tongue skims the line of my new necklace, then starts to inch into my pajama top.

“You know, I think it’s really unfair that you’re still wearing this.” His voice is laced with amusement. “If I’m half naked, you really should be too.”

My hips rise of their own accord, and I grind into him as I boldly murmur, “Only half naked?”

“Oh, baby.” He groans into my neck, quickly unbuttoning my pajama top and lavishing my breasts with kisses before inching down my body.