Page 49 of Silver Lining Love

Her fingers gripped the cushions beside her in frustration. “Please…do…something.”

“Like what?” I asked as I lazily traced around her swollen pleasure button.

She lifted her head and stared straight into my eyes. “Lick me or fuck me, dealer’s choice.”

Her bold and brazen demand caused my balls to tighten and urgency to surge through my painfully erect cock. I almost came on the couch cushion like a teenage kid who couldn’t control himself. But that made sense because that’s how I felt when I was around her.

“How about both?” I grinned as I pushed two fingers inside her as I engulfed her clit in an open-mouthed kiss. I flicked my tongue across her nub as I curved my fingers up and fluttered them against the spot that had driven her crazy the night before.

Within seconds she was writhing beneath me as her thighs squeezed against the sides of my head. Her hand reached down and clutched my hair in a fist as she gasped and buried her face in the pillow beside her.

Her arousal coated my fingers as she came against my mouth. She tasted so fucking sweet. I knew that I could easily get addicted to her unique flavor as it exploded on my tongue.

When her body finally relaxed, mine was in the exact opposite state. I was so fucking hard it was actually painful. Arousal, unlike anything I’d ever experienced, rocketed through me. I didn’twantto be inside Whitney, Ihadto be inside her. I needed it more than I needed to breathe.

I didn’t wait for the aftershocks of her release to stop. While her eyes were still closed and she was panting to catch her breath, I shifted my body so that I was hovering above her, grabbed my dick in one hand, lined myself up and drove into her tight tunnel with one long, steady, forceful push.

Her eyes flew open as her hands slapped against my shoulders and her nails dug into my flesh. I stilled, waiting for her body to adjust to me. Staring down at her, I kissed the top of her nose, her forehead and then each cheek. Soon, her inner walls were spasming, sucking me in deeper.

Keeping myself balanced on one forearm, I lowered my other hand and grasped her hip, tilting it up slightly to give me a better angle.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out the curse as I filled her to the hilt.

Our gazes stayed locked on each other as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body was lit up with tingles and erotic tension. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last long at all. The only thing better than stepping off the cliff and letting myself go was to bring Whitney along with me. I had no idea if she’d recovered from her last release or not, but I was going to do my best to take her with me for mine.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I began to pull out of her and then thrust myself back inside of her. The first few pumps tested my control, but I was able to hold on, floating in the erotic zone right before climax.

I continued this pace, knowing that at any moment, I was going to be catapulted into the stratosphere of orgasm. Whitney’s hands gripped my shoulders, and her legs were wrapped around my waist. Our entire bodies were in contact, and I loved the sensation of our skin rubbing against one another. I couldn’t get close enough to her. I wanted to possess her. I wanted her not to know where she ended and I began.

When we’d been talking before, I hadn’t wanted to scare her by telling her exactly how serious I was about her, but I could show her. I could show her that she was mine and that nothing could ever change that.

Her breaths were growing shorter with each gasp as her body writhed beneath me. I bent my head down and covered the peak of her breast with my mouth, pulling her nipple in between my teeth. I’d barely sunk my teeth into the pebbled nub when her stomach muscles contracted, and her inner thighs began to tremble against my hips.

My body took that as the green light. I closed my eyes as my world exploded into a million tiny stars. I drove into her once more and tensed as I stepped off the edge and fell into her. Every cell in my body shook as my orgasm rocketed through me.

When I floated back to reality, I realized that I’d collapsed on top of her. My limbs were heavy as I pushed myself up so I didn’t crush her, but I didn’t get far. She tightened her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, holding me against her.

“Don’t go. Not yet,” she whispered into my ear.

It wasn’t a difficult request. I’d happily stay in her arms forever.

22

WYATT

“You don’t find a happy life, you make it.” ~ Gamma Mary

As we approachedthe Welcome to Wishing Well sign on the side of the highway, I felt something stir inside of me. It took me a few moments to recognize what it was. It was peace, contentment, and joy. I was home.

At first, I thought it was just excitement that our long day of traveling was almost over. The kids and Moose had done well on the three-and-a-half-hour flight from D.C. to Dallas, but the charter I’d been able to secure on the private plane had to depart at five in the morning because we weren’t its only transport for the day, so we’d had to wake the kids up at three-thirty.

Once we landed in Texas, there were issues with my rental car. I’d reserved a Suburban that would accommodate two adults, two kids, a baby, and a St. Bernard, but there was a mix-up, and they’d only had smaller vehicles available.

Whitney had suggested that we rent two cars and we could each drive one, but I didn’t want us separated, even for the two-hour drive to my hometown. Thankfully, I was able to secure another SUV from a different rental company. The delay had been about an hour, and after getting up early, the excitement of the flight and the drive to Wishing Well, the kids were exhausted and Whitney and I were running on fumes.

“Are there really only four thousand people that live here?” Whitney asked as she read the welcome sign when we passed it.

“Yep.”

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