Page 118 of Only With Me

I should’ve thought this through before suggesting it, but I’m here now, and it’s too late to back out. Plus, I want to feel him close to me and for us to experience this together.

I just need to get over my fear of being too inexperienced for him.

He lifts his hips slightly, encouraging me to move.

“Are you gonna stare at me the whole time?” I ask nervously.

“Not if you don’t want me to. I can kiss your neck, if you prefer?”

Um…yes! I didn’t know that was an option.

“Yeah, I think that’d be nice…” I stammer.

His body moves underneath mine as he pulls me in closer and breathes softly under my ear. Then he presses his lips there and gives it a little suck. My head tilts to the side, giving him more access to put his mouth all over me.

“I’m painfully hard, Harlow. I need you to move now, okay?”

I nod, trying to get myself to stay focused on what I’m supposed to do, but it’s so damn hard with him so close and kissing the sensitive areas across my skin.

“This feels so much better than my fingers,” I confess in a whisper when we find a rhythm. My palms wrap around his neck, securing myself in place.

“It feels fuckin’ phenomenal…” He groans, his face buried in my neck. “You’re doing so good, Harlow.”

“Really?”

He releases another throaty moan, and I wonder if he’s close.

“Yes, fuckin’ perfect,” he says. “Keep going until you find your release. Grind as hard or fast on me as you need to.”

My eyes float to the back of my head at how good the pressure feels on my clit. His tight grip on my hips as we rock back and forth against each other, our shared moans echoing between us, and the way my breasts press into him have every inch of my body on fire. I’m burning up with desire and it’s only a matter of time before I come on top of him.

He moves from one side of my neck to the other, but for whatever reason, skips over my mouth. I don’t know if it’s because he knows I’ve never kissed a guy before, but I’m seconds away from begging him to finally do it.

Put me out of my damn misery already.

It’s not like I want to share that with anyone else.

“Waylon…” I mutter his name desperately. “Touch me…please.”

“Where?”

I chicken out at the last minute. “My boobs. Under my shirt.”

He pulls back slightly until there’s enough room between us to grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it up over my head, exposing me in only my bra.

“Fuck…” He whispers the word like a prayer. “You’re truly breathtaking.”

“Kiss me there,” I beg.

He cups my breasts, pushing them up, and then slides his tongue across them. He feathers kisses down between them and then sucks in one nipple through the fabric.

“Oh my God, that’s…” My head falls back and then he does it again to the other breast.

Who knew getting your nipples sucked and touched would feel so good?

“Mm, baby…keep ridin’ me. Don’t stop.”

Fuck me, he threw that word out again, knowing it’ll push me over the edge.