Page 38 of Silver Lining Love

My hands were shaking as I reached out and ran my fingers along his chest and then down lower to the contours of his washboard stomach. His skin trembled beneath my touch, and I was happy that I wasn’t the only one that was affected by the experience we were sharing.

When I reached his straining cock, I grazed my touch along the sides, and it jumped up. I smiled as I wrapped my fingers around him. I’d felt him when I’d stuck my hands down his pants, but seeing my fingers grasp his thickness and move up and down his girth was a totally different experience. The walls of my sex pulsed in anticipation of him being inside of me.

Seeing him like this was hot, but it was also informational. He was large. Very large. I’d never been with someone with so much sheer mass.

“You’re really…big.” I swallowed when I realized my fingers barely made it around halfway.

“You just have small hands,” he teased, but I could hear the strain in his voice as my hand slid down his steel-hard erection, squeezing when I got to the bottom.

He reached up and ran his fingers along my forearm as I continued stroking him, watching him swell even more at my attention. The feather-light touch of his fingertips continued up my arm, across my shoulder and down to my breasts. My body lit up as he played with my nipples, tracing my areola and then pinching my nipples between his fingers before he cupped my flesh in his hands and kneaded my mounds. Then, he started the process again at a leisurely pace as if we had all the time in the world to explore one another.

In all the many fantasies I’d had starring Wyatt Briggs, none of them had been like this. They’d always been frantic, both of us in the throes of passion. But this was better. We were discovering and memorizing each other’s bodies in sensual foreplay.

Soon, though, the lust frenzy whipping inside of me was at a tipping point. I was starting to feel a familiar sensation building low in my core and I wasn’t the only one getting close. Beads of arousal began appearing on the tip of Wyatt’s engorged head.

I swiped the drops with my thumb and spread them across his mushroom crown. Both of our breaths were coming out in jagged pants. Desperation, unlike any I’d ever felt, overtook me.

Not thinking about how it might make me look to be so needy, I slid to the edge of the counter, pulled my panties to the side and aligned his tip with my opening. Then I slid it up and down my wet folds, watching as his swollen head moved along my seam.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he gritted out as his hands moved down to my hips and flexed.

All I could do was nod in agreement. I continued rubbing him against my sex until that wasn’t enough and then I tilted my hips as I guided him inside of my spasming entrance.

Just an inch in, he stretched my walls to the point of discomfort, and I abandoned my hold on his shaft. I flinched, my eyes closing as I reached up and held onto his shoulders as I sucked in a sharp breath.

He stilled. Tension radiated off of him in waves. Without any words exchanged, I sensed that he wanted to slam into me. And I wanted that, too. I wanted to feel all of him.

It was just that he was large, extra-large, and I hadn’t been with anyone since Jasper.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice raw.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me with an intensity that sent a tremor of tingles shooting through my body. I shook my head back and forth slowly. “No. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

There was a moment of hesitation before he pushed farther inside of me. My mouth opened at the sting of intrusion. But that sting quickly melted into pleasure as our gazes remained locked, creating a level of intimacy I’d never shared before. The intimacy of the moment was even more arousing than the act itself, which was pretty fucking stimulating.

He pulled out and pushed in, once then twice. The look in his eye fanned the flames of my release, and I felt my inner walls begin to clamp down around him as bliss whirled deep in my belly.

“I’m…gonna…come…” I panted out as he pushed into me for a third time.

This time, he drove farther and harder than he had the times before, and it catapulted me into dizzying convulsions of pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him and held on as my body exploded into a million tiny pieces of ecstasy.

When the flames of my release finally began to smolder, I lifted my head that had been nestled in the crook of his neck. His eyes were still closed and I could see that he was still in recovery mode. I loved staring at his face while he was buried inside of me.

My hand reached up, and I cupped his jaw and luxuriated in the sensation of his stubble tickling my palm. When he finally opened his eyes, the look in them stole the breath from my lungs.

“That was…” I tried to articulate what I was feeling, but there were no words that would adequately describe what that had been.

“Over quickly,” he stated flatly as his lips curled in a sexy half-grin.

A wide smile spread on my face. I loved that he wasn’t insecure about the fact that our encounter had only been three pumps. None of the guys I’d been with ever pointed things like that out.

“You got the job done. Twice,” I pointed out.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The tenderness of his kiss caused my heart to do a triple backflip. Why did he always have to say and do exactly the right thing?

Our kiss started out sweet and gentle, but soon it turned sensual and passionate. My hands began to run over his muscular back as he moved his to my butt. His palms were large enough that they covered most of my ample rear. He massaged my cheeks as our kiss deepened.

“I think I can make it three,” he whispered against my mouth.

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