Page 42 of My Silver Lining

“Would you like that, Lulu? Would you have liked me to get you off on the dance floor without anyone knowing what I was doing to you?”

“Yes.”

“And what would you do about it?”

“I’d ride your hand and beg you to pull me into the bathroom so I could unzip your suit pants and grip that beautiful dick of yours. And then I’d wait until you were just about to go over the edge, and I’d drop to my knees,” she said, her words breathy and sexy, and I was struggling not to lose it.

“I’d insist that you slide your hand between your legs while I fucked that sassy mouth of yours.” My words were barely audible. “Because I’d refuse to come until you were right there with me.”

“I’m right there with you now,” she whispered as she stared down at my hand that was sliding up and down my shaft as I chased my release.

“I know you are, Lu. Come with me, right fucking now,” I said, as her body started to shake, and her head fell back against the wall, eyes closed, as she came apart on a moan right in front of me.

It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“Fuck,” I growled, as I came so hard I could barely see straight.

We both continued moving, riding out every last bit of pleasure.

It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.

And probably the most tortuous thing I’d ever done, as well.

Because I couldn’t touch her.

Couldn’t kiss her.

Her honey-brown eyes opened, and she smiled. She reached for the soap and started showering as if we hadn’t both just gotten off, and then she passed me the soap to clean myself up.

I turned off the water and handed her a towel before drying myself off.

“Well, at least we got that out of our systems. I feel fan-fucking-tastic. I think I’m going to sleep like a baby,” she said,as she wrapped the towel around herself and moved to the bedroom to slip into her pajamas.

“Speak for yourself. That was hot as hell. And now your scent is going to be surrounding me in the room.” I walked behind her and found some clean briefs in my suitcase and slipped them on.

“What are you, a basset hound? My scent is going to bother you? Please. We didn’t even touch each other. It was just an orgasm shower.” She tossed some of the throw pillows on the floor, and when she bent over, her little sleep shorts rode up the slightest bit, exposing her perfectly round ass cheeks.

“I’m a man. And I just watched you get off in the shower, and I’ll never forget it. So, yeah, I’m going to be uncomfortable now.”

She turned around and hit me in the face with a pillow. “Shake it off, Rafael. We agreed to never speak of it, and you just keep bringing it up.”

“It just happened. My dick is still in awe of you.”

She made her way to the couch, covering it in a blanket and tossing a pillow there. “I can sleep on the couch, and you can have the bed.” She shrugged. “Apparently, I’ve tortured you enough tonight.”

“I’m not an asshole. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I moved to the dresser, grabbed the green stone, and carried it with me to where I’d be sleeping.

“You’re sleeping with the stone?” she chuckled.

“Maybe it will keep the boner away.”

She climbed into bed and clapped her hands together twice, and the room went dark.

Like I said, these people are fancy.They have a hand signal to turn off their lights.

“Tomorrow is a new day. My family loves you. They’ve got me up on a pedestal at the moment, and I’d like to keep it that way. Let’s get some sleep.”

I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.

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