Page 69 of My Silver Lining

Did I just say that?

And why were my words so breathy?

I hated that I was seeping desperation.

His lips turned up the slightest bit in the corners, and he didn’t hesitate. Before I could even process what was happening, he had me pushed up against the wall as his mouth crashed into mine. My lips parted in invitation, desperate to feel his tongue against mine.

His body against mine.

One large hand moved to the side of my neck, coaxing my head to tip back so he could take the kiss deeper. The other hand tugged the fabric of my dress up before he squeezed my ass and lifted me off my feet. My legs came around his waist, my fingers tangled in his hair, as his tongue greedily explored my mouth.

It was as if someone had lit a match beneath me.

I was on fire in every way.

Burning for this man in a way I’ve never experienced.

He groaned into my mouth, his lips strong and commanding, as I rocked my center against his erection, which was now throbbing between my legs.

My God. I couldn’t get enough.

He nipped at my bottom lip as both of our panting breaths filled the space around us.

I couldn’t get enough friction with all these clothes on, but I bucked wildly against him like a woman desperate for relief.

“Fuck, Lu,” he said as he kissed his way down my neck, grinding up against me as if he knew what I wanted.

What I needed.

He slipped the thin spaghetti strap of my dress down my shoulder as my head hit the back of the wall, and I continued dry-humping him shamelessly.

My dress slipped down, exposing my breast, and he tugged at the pasty covering my nipple before he flicked the hard peak with his tongue, and I nearly came right there.

I gasped at the contact, and he covered it with his lips, sucking and flicking and torturing me.

My hips were too high to get any traction now, but the sensation of his mouth on me was so overpowering I couldn’t think straight.

As if he read my mind, he kept his lips sealed over my breast as he dropped my feet to the floor.

He pulled back and looked up at me, dark eyes blazing with need, lips swollen from where we attacked one another. He pulled my strap back up over my shoulder, covering me once again, and my heart sank.

Was this too much?

And then he did the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

He licked his lips and dropped to his knees.

“Spread your legs, Lulu. If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my lips.”

Yes, please.

I slid my feet further apart as he pushed my dress up, and I grabbed the fabric to let it bunch around my waist.

Thank you, Universe, for convincing me to wear these lacy black panties instead of my Spanx.

I had zero shame in my Spanx game. But if a man is going to head down south to pleasure town, I’d at least like to greet him with some lace or satin, not a fabric that would take real effort or a forklift to move to the side.

His mouth covered the lacy fabric, and he flicked his tongue before sucking my clit, right over my panties.

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