Page 48 of Silver Lining Love

My cheeks flushed at his command, and I pulled my hands back and removed my t-shirt.

“The bra, too.” He spoke with an authority that had my insides swooning like a teenage girl from the 50s at an Elvis concert.

I reached behind my back and unlatched my bra, then slid the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. If it were any other man that I was kneeling in front of with my breasts exposed, I would have felt self-conscious. But being in this position and in this state of undress in front of Wyatt made me feel like Aphrodite or Cleopatra. I felt powerful and in control.

In that vein, I had some requests of my own. “Stand up.”

The corners of his lips twitched, and he remained seated. I wondered if maybe he didn’t like being the one receiving orders. But as soon as that thought crossed my mind, he leaned forward slightly and stood up.

When he did, his crotch was at my eye level, only a few inches away from my face. I stayed exactly where I was but lifted my eyes to meet his.

“Take off your pants.” The instruction came out sounding much breathier than I’d meant it to.

He moved, shifting his weight as he toed off his sneakers. I lowered my gaze and watched his large hands as he unbuttoned his jeans and then slowly slid the zipper down. My mouth watered as he pushed the denim and boxer briefs down his legs.

When he straightened, he was gloriously naked. Saliva pooled on my tongue as I stared at his thick erection, standing tall and proud. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on his strong thighs and pressed a kiss on his crown.

He groaned and I lifted my eyes to his as I licked the spot that I’d just kissed.

“Fuck,” he gritted out as I closed my lips around his mushroom tip and sucked him into my wet mouth.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and then moved my hand up and down in tandem with my lips and tongue. His skin was as soft as velvet, covering a hard steel rod.

His girth was so substantial that I could barely make it halfway down his shaft before my jaw was open to capacity. My inner walls clenched remembering the sting of pain that morphed into pleasure as he’d stretched me to my limits last night.

He reached out and cradled the base of my head in his hand. I expected him to guide me with his hold, but instead, his fingertips just lightly grazed the nape of my neck. The barely-there touch sent a tingle racing down my spine straight to my core and I sucked harder.

When my hand squeezed him tightly, he swelled in my mouth as my tongue ran along the backside of his length. I licked the vein that was protruding with the tip of my tongue as I moved up and down increasing the suction and squeezing my fingers around him.

I lost myself in the act of making love to Wyatt with my mouth and would have gladly continued my efforts but was stopped up short when he gripped my shoulders and lifted me up.

“I need to fuck you,” he growled.

The boldness of his statement and the grittiness in his voice had my entire body shaking with arousal. My knees wobbled as he made quick work of stripping my shorts and shoes off me. I held onto his shoulders for balance. His skin was hot to the touch, and his sculpted muscles flexed beneath my fingers as he lifted me up and laid me down on the couch, hovering above me.

He was the Holy Grail. A hot nerd. A good guy with a bad-boy edge. A man who kept his word and never lost his cool.

As scared as I was to lose him, and I was fucking terrified, I was more scared to miss out on a single moment that I might have with him. So even if I didn’t know exactly how this was going to end, I determined then and there to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted.

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WYATT

“Good things come to those who wait. Better things come to those who act.” ~ Gamma Mary

My hands ranup and down Whitney’s body as I kissed every inch of her bare skin. I started at her neck but then continued along her collarbone, over her shoulder, down her forearm, then across her chest.

I grazed her pebbled nipples but didn’t pause to give them any extra attention. Her back arched in protest, but I continued peppering kisses along her ribs and torso. As much as I loved her breasts, I had another destination that was calling to me. I needed to taste her. Again. And this time, I wanted it straight from the source.

Her legs parted as my touch migrated farther south down her body. My lips brushed a kiss on each one of her hip bones before moving to her pelvic bone. As I kissed her there, the curly hairs that were trimmed into a triangle that pointed straight to her clit tickled my chin.

I jutted out my jaw and rubbed it against the top of her sex, which was already wet with her juices. Her body trembled and she sucked in a sharp breath. She was primed and ready for me to be inside of her, but first I needed to taste her properly. When I’d licked her juices off her nipples, I’d gotten a preview of the sweetness of her arousal, but now I wanted to lap it up.

As I scooted lower, the width of my shoulders pushed her thighs even farther apart. I’d fantasized about what it would be like in this exact position as my breath fanned her damp center. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers down her folds, spreading her arousal. Her skin glistened with her juices. As I continued exploring her most intimate place, her breaths began to come in much shallower pants.

“Please,” she begged as her opening pulsed with need.

“Please what?”

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