Page 37 of Silver Lining Love

My balls tingled and tightened against my body. It had been over a year since I’d had sex, and my body was primed and ready to go. But that thought caused me to pause. My body might be ready, but I wasn’t prepared.

“What?” Her eyes locked with mine, sensing the shift in my energy. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have protection.” I was praying that she did.

“Oh…” She exhaled as her shoulders dropped. “I don’t either. Alice and Mikey discovered my box of condoms and filled them up with water thinking they were balloons. I found them in the backyard having a condom water balloon fight.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the visual of a condom balloon fight, and she laughed, too. It was strange to have a woman holding my painfully erect cock in her hands while we laughed. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

When we finished laughing, she licked her lips, and my shaft swelled in her hands. “Um, I’m protected. I have an IUD.”

I thought my dick had swollen to capacity when Whitney licked her lips but hearing her suggest sex without the confines of latex had me throbbing painfully. I was glad that she’d already come because if we did do this, I’d be lucky if I lasted sixty seconds.

15

WHITNEY

“Always believe that something wonderful is about to happen.” ~ Gamma Mary

All I could hear weremy labored breaths and my heart beating like a drumline in my head. I’d just insinuated that Wyatt and I could go bareback. That took a level of trust that I knew a man like Wyatt Briggs took extremely seriously.

His response to my suggestion was going to say a lot more than just whether or not he wanted to raw dog it. If he agreed, then there was more between us than just the obvious attraction we both had for each other. If he didn’t, I would know that he didn’t feel the same feelings I had for him.

My fingers were still wrapped around his shaft, and it began pulsing heavily against my palm. I tightened my grip and massaged his thick girth in a knee-jerk or, in this case, knee-jerk-off reflex. His jaw tensed as he inhaled through clenched teeth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I just…you feel good.”

He grinned down at me and lifted his hand to brush the hair that had fallen against my cheek. Unlike when Jasper had done the same thing tonight, this time, I leaned into his touch. An urgency that I knew only he’d ever be able to soothe raged inside of me.

“I’m totally clean,” I breathed. “If that’s…if you’re worried.”

I’d had my annual check-up a month ago and had them run tests since I obviously wasn’t the only person that Jasper was sleeping with. Not that we’d ever had unprotected sex. We hadn’t. This was an offer I’d only ever made to Wyatt.

That wasn’t the only first. I’d never had to try and convince someone to have sex with me. If it were anyone else, I would have been mortified at my desperation. But then again, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be desperate.

“I wasn’t worried.” He brushed his thumb along my jaw and the tips of his fingers grazed my neck. The innocent touch shot straight down to my core which was aching for Wyatt to fill me up. “And I’m clean, too. For the record.”

The intensity in his stare went from hot to scorching. He was heating me from the inside out. My entire body burned with desire as his eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Are yousureyou want to do this?” The rasp in his voice had goosebumps rising on my skin. “We can stop.”

“Why would we stop?” I asked.

“You’re going through a rough time. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I could see that he was serious, but that didn’t stop the burst of laughter from coming out of my mouth. “Take advantage of me. Please. I’ve wanted you to take advantage of me for years.”

The grin that spread on his face was one that I hadn’t seen before, and it caused my insides to turn to mush. It was a big-bad-wolf smile and I wanted to be his Little Red Riding Hood. I wanted him to devour me.

The bad-boy grin on his face was enough to push me right to the edge of release. My toes were hanging off the cliff, and the slightest gust of arousal wind would push me over and send me plummeting to another earth-shattering orgasm.

With unhurried methodical movements, he reached behind his back and pulled his shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion. Next, he pushed down his sweats with his boxers and stepped out of them, leaving him gloriously naked.

“Damn,” I breathed when I saw him in all his glory.

His body was perfect. It looked like it had been etched out of marble by a Renaissance sculptor. The width and breadth of his chest and shoulders were perfectly proportioned to the chiseled perfection of his abs which had a V shape that pointed right to his erection jutting out from his body surrounded by dark hair.

Some of the guys that I’d been with manscaped the hair on their chest and pubic area. I didn’t mind a little grooming just to clean things up but shaved bare was strange to me. Wyatt wasn’t shaved bare, he had hair. Manly hair.

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