Page 71 of Silver Lining Love

“I love you,” I blurted out before he had a chance to tell me all the reasons I didn’t.

He stopped speaking for a moment and just stared into my eyes. “You do?”

I nodded as a wide grin spread across my face as I repeated, “I love you.”

Before I even finished my declaration of love, he’d lunged across the bench seat and his mouth was on mine. His hands cupped my face as he kissed me with enough passion to light up Times Square. His tongue slid between the barriers of our lips and met mine with the perfect balance of pressure and give as he explored my mouth. His masterful technique should be studied by science because Wyatt Briggs had definitely cracked the code on the perfect kiss.

My mind was swirling with the confessions of love that we’d just shared. I tried not to overthink what that meant for us. For our future. I didn’t want to ruin tonight by getting in my head.

One of his hands slid down to my bare legs and up my thigh, pushing them apart. I was so glad I’d chosen to wear a jean skirt for tonight’s activities. I’d almost gone with jeans but instead decided on a white tank top, jean skirt and the cowboy boots. The boots I’d bought as soon as I found out I was going to Texas. And I’m glad I had, my choice in attire gave him very easy access.

His fingers slid beneath my panties and I gasped as shockwaves of bliss began to overtake me. I’d always enjoyed sex. But sex with Wyatt was an entirely different level of enjoyment. He made my body feel things that I didn’t even think were possible.

“You’re so wet,” he growled against my mouth.

“It’s your fault.” I smiled as I gripped his wrist positioned between my legs and tilted my hips so that my sex pushed into his hand. “You do this to me.”

A groan rumbled from his chest as he began kissing me down my neck while his thumb rubbed my clit and his fingers massaged my opening, paying extra attention to the taut skin at the base.

My fingers threaded through his hair as his mouth continued down my body to my chest. With his free hand, he tugged my tank top and bra down revealing my breasts. He sucked my nipples into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside of me.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good.” I fisted my hand in his thick hair as my inner walls clamped down around his thick digits.

I’d never enjoyed being fingered, but now I knew it was not the act itself to blame for my lack of enthusiasm. It was the lack of technique in every partner I’d been with. I’d always felt like I was being jammed with something. It wasn’t sexy or even pleasant.

But Wyatt made love to me with his fingers. He massaged my inner walls with expertise and finesse. His thumb continued to move across my swollen clit as he suckled, nipped, and kissed my nipples, paying equal attention to each.

Soon, I felt the pressure of my climax building low in my belly, and I knew within seconds I’d be catapulted to an orgasmic dimension. He drew my release from me, building up the pleasure until I went up and over the edge.

“Yes…yes…yes…” I heard the raw neediness in my encouragement before I shut my eyes and fireworks exploded behind my lids.

I rode his hand and arched my back, pressing my breasts more fully into his mouth as a rapture of ecstasy enveloped me. Euphoria spread through my limbs, and I cried out in release, “Wyatt.”

“Mine,” he rasped as he continued laving attention on my breasts, his voice sounding rough and gravelly. “You’re mine.”

I’m not sure if it was hearing his name on my lips as I came or if it was being in total control of my body that inspired him to make the possessive declaration, but either way, I loved it. I’d always fancied myself an independent woman, but hearing him claim me felt like freedom, not ownership. And I had every intention of returning the favor, every intention of claiming him.

I was his, and he was mine.

When the pulses of pleasure began to subside, I opened my eyes and wasted no time.

“I need you. Inside of me,” I panted desperately. My hands flew to his zipper as I turned toward him and tried to scoot down so that I was lying on my back across the seat. I figured that would be the easiest way to do this with Wyatt’s six-four frame. If he was on top and I was lying down.

Wyatt had another idea. He reached below us and slid the seat back. Then he lifted me up and scooted beneath me. Instinctively, I reached out, and my hands slapped loudly on the dashboard.

As I stared out over the lake, which was shimmering with the reflection of the moonlight with my exposed breasts hanging over my tank top and bra, and my ass completely exposed, I’d never felt sexier in my life.

Forget rose petals on beds, or candlelightdinners, I would take half-dressed truck sex by the lake any day of the week. This was romance to me. Romance with the man I loved who loved me back.

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WYATT

“You’ll never fly if you don’t jump.” ~ Gamma Mary

Desperate urgency ragedthrough me as I pushed Whitney’s skirt higher up on her waist revealing her ass cheeks. With one hand on her hip, I reached between our bodies and unzipped my pants before pulling my rock-hard erection out. I stroked up and down as I massaged her backside with my other hand, loving the feeling of her bare flesh against my palm.

When Whitney asked if I’d ever brought a girl here, I hadn’t. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized about doing it. And tonight, I was living out those fantasies.

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