Page 72 of Silver Lining Love

Whitney shifted her body, leaning farther forward so that her ass was higher and even more on display.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” I breathed out. I hadn’t meant to say it, just like I hadn’t meant to call her mine, but I couldn’t help myself.

I adjusted myself and rubbed my head up and down her damp opening, spreading her arousal over her feminine lips. She looked over her shoulder as her breathing grew shallow and she tried to sit back so that I slid inside of her, but I held her in place. I wanted to take my time.

“Please, Wyatt,” she begged.

Patience was not one of Whitney’s strengths, especially when it came to sex. I loved that about her, that she wasn’t shy about what she wanted. But, tonight, she was going to have to wait as I took my time. I was not going to let her rush me. I didn’t want this night to be over in a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. I was going to do this slowly and draw out the experience for as long as I possibly could.

This was the night that we’d finally told each other how we felt. We’d both said, I love you. That was something I didn’t take lightly, and I didn’t think that she did either. Just because I couldn’t lay her out on a bed and make love to her the way I wanted to didn’t mean this was going to be a quickie that was over before it started.

I pushed my engorged head between her folds, pressing myself into the velvety warmth of her tight canal, and then stilled as I reached around her and massaged her breasts. I pinched her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and twisted it. Her inner walls spasmed around my tip, sucking me further inside of her.

She covered my hand with hers as I massaged her full mound while my other hand guided her just an inch lower. When I did, a drop of her arousal slid down my throbbing shaft. Seeing the evidence of just how turned on she was had my self-control slipping.

So many feelings overtook me as I watched myself slowly disappear inside of her. Her body pulsed around me as it accepted me inch by inch. Her fingers slid between mine as we both squeezed her breast in our hands. Leisurely, with a measured pace, my fingertips pressed into her hip as I guided her down until finally, she was sitting back on my lap, and I was buried to the hilt.

Beads of sweat broke out at the base of my neck, and I swelled inside of her. She was so tight, so snug, she almost felt too good. I tried to prolong the experience by taking a moment before moving. I was scared if I even breathed, this would be over.

She began to move her hips, but I gripped them tighter, holding her in place. “Don’t move. Just give me a second.”

Her hair grazed my arm as she turned her head and glanced over her shoulder again, this time with a twinkle in her eye and a devilish grin on her face.

“You said you wanted me to move?” she asked with faux-innocence as the hand that was entwined with mine cupping her breast tightened, causing my fingers to squeeze her full mounds.

“You’re a brat. But you’re my brat.” I swatted her backside playfully and her lips parted as she sucked in sharp breath at the sound of the crack of my skin connecting with hers. Her reaction only served to fuel the fire of desire that was raging inside of me.

The playful moment passed, and I inhaled through my nose and clenched my teeth as my body roared with arousal. The tiny shred of restraint broke, and I drove up into her further. She responded by spreading her legs farther apart so they were on either side of my legs. Her hands reached down, and she gripped my thighs tightly.

I grabbed onto both of her hips and used the leverage of her holding onto my legs to move her up and down.

My release came rushing toward me, and I knew that I’d only have a few pumps before it overtook me. Needing her to get closer, I slapped her ass a little harder, hoping the sting and surprise would take her to the edge.

It did the trick. She let out a half-sigh, half-moan as she demanded, “Again.”

I did as she asked, and the third time was the charm. She cried out as her body trembled. Feeling the tremors sent me up and over the edge. I pushed into her once more as my entire body tensed in a cataclysmic release.

Her body went limp as she slumped on the dashboard, and I gripped her hips as we both caught our breaths.

“Should we get back?” She said between pants. “Your mom has had Benji for a few hours now.”

“My mom specifically told us not to rush back. Have you ever been skinny dipping?”

Her head spun around to look at me, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. “No.”

I could see that the idea excited her. She giggled as we got out of the car, stripped, and jumped in the lake together, hand in hand.

This was what I wanted to bring into Whitney’s life. More excitement. More joy. More happiness. And I planned on doing exactly that every day for the rest of my life.

33

WYATT

“Great things never come out of comfort zones.” ~ Gamma Mary

The party wasin full swing as hundreds of people filtered in and out of the farmhouse and the tent my dad, brothers, and I had set up in the backyard. I don’t think I’d ever seen my mom happier than she was right now, having all of her kids and their families under one roof. Not to mention half the town that had shown up. Thankfully we had a huge farm with tons of room.

As my eyes scanned the partygoers, they automatically zeroed in on one in particular. The woman that I loved. Whitney was in the front room sitting with one of my sister’s best friends, Cara. The two of them seemed to be deep in a serious discussion in the middle of people laughing, talking, and dancing.

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