Page 152 of The Surprise Play

When he gets to my pajama pants, he sits back, lifting the duvet covers with him and letting a rush of cold air wash over me.

I shiver and he works fast, ridding me of my pants before yanking down his own. He leaves them around his ankles and quickly covers us back up. The bed groans again as he lies over top of me.

“You feel so good,” I sigh with a smile as his warm body covers mine.

I love skin on skin with this man.

Kissing his shoulder, I draw patterns on his back, then giggle when he lightly nips my neck.

“Kiss me, baby,” he whispers against my skin, and I turn to glide my tongue into his eager mouth.

We get lost in the simple act of kissing, the inferno inside my body the only thing to break me out of the heady spell.

My lady parts are yearning and needy, growing wet with desire. When he reaches between us and starts to massage my clit, I’m seconds away from orgasming. He barely has to touch me and I’m whimpering against his chest, gripping his shoulders and keening at the addictive fire racing through me.

There’s a hot urgency between us and I relish it, whispering at him to hurry when he reaches under the pillow to grab out a condom.

“When did you put that there?” I grin as he unwraps it and rolls it over his gloriously hard cock.

“I slipped it under your pillow when I first came in. Wasn’t trying to be presumptuous, just hopeful.”

He lies back over me with the cutest grin. I can just make it out in the light through my window, and I seriously love this man.

I should tell him.

But he’s at my entrance now, already nudging into me, and words are lost as I relish that mind-blowing sensation of our bodies connecting this way.

“You good?” He groans the words more than says them, obviously loving this as much as I am.

Hooking my foot around his very fine ass, I whisper into his ear, “I am so good.”

“That’s my girl.” He starts to move, his long shaft owning me while the bed continues to groan and complain.

The poor thing has probably never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of the bed’s grumpy expression as we grind on top of it has me biting back a grin.

“Baby, you’re so fucking fine.” Wily picks up his pace, leaning back on his elbow so he can squeeze my breast.

His thrusts continue at a heady pace, my body reveling in this glorious wonder.

Leaning forward, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The angle is awkward and disrupts his rhythm, but I lean into his kisses, loving his tongue on such sensitive parts of my body.

His mouth makes a sweet pop when he pulls away, and then he picks up his pace again, sliding in and out of me with sexy moans that accelerate the heat already pulsing through my body.

Resting his hands on either side of my head, he pushes up on his arms, and I run my hands over his pecs and abs.

The bed keeps complaining, creaking in time with our rhythm, and I start to worry that my parents might hear us.

“Wily,” I whisper, wondering if I should tell him to stop, even though I really don’t want to.

“Yeah, baby.” He leans down, dropping to his elbows with a thud before threading his hands under my shoulders and?—

Crack!

The bed’s groan shifts to an outright cry of surrender, and I let out a shocked yelp as the mattress beneath me lands with an embarrassingly loud thud on my bedroom floor.

“Oh shit!” Wily chokes out as we tip sideways, the duvet sliding off us as the bed settles on this weird angle and we cling to each other.

I gape up at him, my heart going nuts when the hallway lights come on and bustling feet can be heard rushing toward us.