Page 41 of My Silver Lining

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Rafe

They saythat Christmas only comes once a year, but seeing as I just celebrated that holiday a month ago, I’d beg to differ.

Because right now, I was standing under a spray of hot water, watching Lulu undress through the glass. She insisted I get in the shower first.

She watched me remove every piece of clothing and drop it on the floor.

She watched as my dick pointed right at her like he was picking her out of a lineup. Her eyes had widened, lips parted, and I didn’t miss the way her legs shifted together as if she were trying to dull an ache that wouldn’t go away.

Glass houses, Wildcat.

I’ve been hard as steel all night. I planned to take a cold shower alone, but instead, I’ll be taking a hot shower with the hottest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

I’d call that a win.

She pulled her long blonde hair into some sort of blue scrunchie on top of her head before she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. I stared through the water droplets covering the glass shower door.

Holy shit.

I’d imagined those tits dozens of times tonight. A perfect handful. With perfect pink nipples that looked like they were dying to be sucked.

My cock throbbed beneath the spray of water, but I wouldn’t touch it until she was in here with me. I sure as shit didn’t want things to go too fast.

Her stomach was flat and toned, and she wore a pair of black lacy panties.

I watched as her fingers slipped beneath the thin band circling her hips, and she slowly peeled them down her legs.

Her eyes locked with mine as she stepped out of the panties and walked toward me. I opened the door, and I swear my dick doubled in size with her nearness.

She glanced down and sucked in a breath. “Obviously, you’re not the only one who’s happy to see me.”

“And your pretty pink nipples look like they could cut glass, so I’d say we’re in the same boat.”

She tipped her head up and let the water run down her beautiful face.

“I’d like to say something. For the record, that kiss sucked ass because I thought you’d knee me in the balls if I gave you a real kiss. If I’d kissed you the way I wanted to in that moment… let’s just say we’d be doing more in this shower than what we agreed on.”

Her breath hitched, and I fucking loved it.

She was always so in control, and I liked seeing her react to me.

“You were probably smart to keep it tame,” she said, reaching for the soap and rubbing her hands over her gorgeous tits. My mouth watered at the sight. She knew what she was doing to me. She had a wicked grin on her face, and her teeth sank into herbottom lip playfully. “How would you have kissed me if you’d done what you wanted?”

I soaped up my hands and moved closer. “I would have covered your mouth slowly at first, waiting for your lips to part on a breath.” I stroked my dick, and I could see the way her chest was rising and falling. “I’d slip my tongue in and find your greedy tongue waiting for me. And I’d fuck your mouth, in and out, driving you crazy with desire. I’d pull you closer so you’d feel how hard I was for you. How bad my cock was throbbing just having my mouth on yours.”

She was breathing heavily now, but she squared her shoulders. “I think I’d probably have liked that. But then I’d have gotten all turned on while we were on the dance floor, and I’d be desperate for your fingers to slip beneath my dress and see how wet I was for you.”

Fuck. Me.

She was playing along.

“Put your fingers between your legs. I want you to come with me,” I said, deep and commanding. She shocked the shit out of me when she actually did what I asked her to do and didn’t argue. Her hand moved between the apex of her thighs, and she leaned back against the wall, her eyes still on mine. “You have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to slide my hand beneath your dress. To fuck that sweet pussy with my fingers while I continued to fuck that greedy little mouth with my tongue.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered, as her hand continued to move between her legs, and I tightened my grip on my cock and slid up and down faster now.

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