Page 42 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

So, sex is amazing.

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 thinks I feel 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.

Shaking my head in wonder, I press the tissues back against me, worrying about how I’m supposed to get to the bathroom. Will I bump into one of his football buddies on the way?

Eeep! That’d be so humiliating!

“What’s wrong?” Wily’s husky voices grabs my attention.

He’s kneeling between my legs, pulling off the condom, which will definitely have blood on it as well.

Oh my gosh, is he going to be totally grossed out by me?

I wince, biting my lip for what feels like the thousandth time.

“Stop that,” he softly reprimands, brushing his thumb over my lip. “Tell me what’s up, Satch.”

“It’s nothing. I just…” Looking toward the door, I can feel my face scrunching.

He follows my line of sight, then looks back at me, his lips starting to twitch. “I’ve got an idea. ”

The look on his face isn’t making me feel any better, but I still have to ask, “You do?”

“Come on.” He jumps off the bed, and I watch his penis flop up and down as he balls the wad of tissue paper in his hand, then reaches out for mine.

“Oh. No.” I shake my head. “This is gross, and you don’t want to?—”

“Satch.” He laughs my name more than says it, reaching for my hand and pulling me off the bed.

Taking my disgusting tissues off me before I can protest again, he then wraps the throw around my body and takes my hand, opening his bedroom door— what the hell! —and marching us across the hallway to the bathroom.

He’s still totally naked, his sensational ass cheeks smiling at me while I trail after him in a mild state of shock.

Closing the bathroom door behind us, he locks it, then proceeds to turn on the shower.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

He winks at me, and I sink onto the lid of the toilet, gazing at this amazing man as he throws away our sex trash and starts to hum under his breath.

He’s not embarrassed one bit by my virgin blood or the messy cleanup.

He’s running me a hot shower and?—

Pulling back the curtain over the bathtub, he tests the water and waggles his eyebrows at me. “Come on, sexy lady. Let me wash that body of yours.”

How can I possibly say no to that?

Taking his hand, I let him pull me up and bravely let the throw blanket drop off my shoulders .

Stepping over the side of the tub, I find my grounding on the nonslip mat and close my eyes as the hot water hits my skin.

It’s still feeling sensitive and tingly… and when the spray hits my grazed knee, I only then remember I was hurt just an hour or so ago.

And now I’m standing in a shower with the hottest guy I know soaping down my back and… I’m not a virgin anymore.

Because I just made myself his.

My lips twitch as Wily spins me around, nestling my back against his torso and taking his sweet time with my breasts.

I start to giggle as he lingers, teasing and lightly pinching my nipples.

I look up at him, squinting against the water hitting my face. He moves the showerhead, still massaging my breasts and giving me a “Is there a problem?” look.

Raising my eyebrows at him, I enjoy his boyish grin.

“What?” he protests. “I like ’em. Just let me make sure they’re super, extra clean.”

With a luscious groan, I tip my head back against his shoulder and let him keep soaping me down until I’m sure I’m the cleanest person in this house.