Page 36 of Silver Lining Love

Go.Turn around and leave the bathroom and go home.

That’s what my head was telling me. Unfortunately, the memo hadn’t made it down to my feet, which both remained planted firmly in place.

“You look so beautiful tonight.” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice; it was nearly hoarse from raw lust.

“Thank you.” She dipped her head as a soft pink flush rose on her cheeks. “I wore it for you.”

“For me?” I repeated, sure that I must have heard her wrong.

“I wanted you to think I was sexy.”

Her admission stopped my pounding heart.

Did that mean she was interested in me?

Why else would she want me to think she looked sexy?

“Did you think I looked sexy?” she whispered.

“Yes,” I growled. “But I think you’d be a lot sexier out of it.”

When she lifted her eyes back up to meet mine in the mirror, I saw her signature look of a mix of purity and seduction that drove me fucking crazy.

The same force that had pulled me toward her when we’d kissed was back at work now. But instead of moving my lips toward her it had me reaching out and shutting the door. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but the last thing I wanted was for Mikey or Alice to wake up and see something that they’d need therapy for. Once the door was shut, I turned the lock. If I’d learned anything growing up in a house with nine kids, it’s that they never knocked on closed doors.

Turning my attention back to Whitney, my eyes never left hers as I reached up and slid her dress off her shoulder, then I leaned down and kissed the bare skin of the nape of her neck. She sucked in a shaky breath as her eyes closed and her arms dropped to her sides. When they did, I slid the other side of her dress off. It fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.

I stared at her reflection in the mirror. She stood in front of me wearing a black lace bra and panty set. Her full breasts swelled over the transparent material. My hand gripped the dip of her waist. Seeing my large, tanned fingers against her fair skin was an erotic sight. That, combined with the feel of her silky soft skin beneath my touch, caused my erection to throb heavily.

I knew what I wanted to happen, but I needed to know what she wanted. My fingers traced along the waistband of her underwear and her belly shivered.

“Whitney?” I heard the desperation in my voice. I knew what I was asking, but I had no idea if she would.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes.”

That was all the confirmation that I needed. I slid my fingers beneath the lace material covering her mound. She stepped out of her dress that was pooled at her feet. Her new stance gave me access to her core, which was already wet with her arousal.

The moment my fingers grazed her folds, her knees buckled. I wrapped my outer arm around her waist to hold her in place. She reached up and gripped my biceps, holding on to me as I rubbed her most intimate place.

Her breaths were growing more and more labored as she grasped my arms, her nails digging into my skin. I watched in the reflection of the mirror as pleasure danced across her face and her seam began to pulse in contractions. When I felt her body reaching orgasm, I centered my attention on her swollen clit.

The moment I touched the ultra-sensitized button, Whitney’s head fell back against me, and her entire body shook in my arms. I held onto her and continued flicking the nub at the top of her sex. She rode out her orgasm. When her limbs began to relax, I softly trailed my fingers around her pleasure button, then dipped my fingers lower, grazing her wet folds, coating my fingers in her arousal.

As she caught her breath, I slipped my hand out of her panties and tugged the cups of her bra down with the hand that had been holding her up, revealing her perfect breasts. I then used my coated fingers to trace her nipples and spread her juices over her dark pink areolas, causing them to glisten and my mouth to water.

Her eyes flew open. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip as she watched me coat her breasts in her arousal. Her reaction caused my erection to swell painfully with impatience. Needing to taste her, I spun her around and lifted her up, setting her on the counter in one smooth motion. Before she was even able to catch her breath, I lowered my head and sucked first her right then her left breast into my mouth.

“Oh yes,” she cried out in a whisper.

Her flavor lit up my taste buds. She was tangy and sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I licked again, making sure that I sucked all of the flavor off each nipple.

Whitney’s fingers threaded through my hair, then curled into fists, holding my head in place. My hands kneaded her full breasts as I continued licking and sucking her nipples.

“Oh my god, that feels so good. I…want…you…” Her admission came out between gasps. “I want you inside me.”

I growled as I bit lightly on her nipple, causing her to moan. My hands traveled down her body to pull her panties off or to the side. As my fingers grazed the side of her waist, I felt her hand slide beneath my sweats and her fingers grip my erection.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, causing her to squeeze tighter.

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