Page 123 of Only With Me

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she massages it with hers and we quickly form a rhythm. I tighten my grip around her, then lift my hips so she feels how hard she’s made meagain.

“Yes…” She moans when she rocks against me. “Dry humping is even better with kissing.”

I chuckle softly, teasing her bottom lip between my teeth before deepening it.

“Do you want me to rub your clit for you?” I ask.

The more she grinds on top of me, the harder it is to hold back from coming in my jeans.

“You can do that in this position?”

“Are you doubtin’ me?” I quip, lower my hand to the unbutton of her jeans.

“Never…” She pants, almost nervously.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

She nods.

“Sit up slightly so I can grab your zipper,” I demand.

She holds onto my arms as she lifts on her knees, giving me better access to lower her jeans. I teasingly slide my finger along the top of her panties and watch for her reaction.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire,” she admits, blushing. “Keep going. I want you to touch me.”

I twist my wrist as I lower my hand and then press the pad of my thumb over her clit. As I rub circles over it, her breathing picks up and her eyes flutter closed.

With my free hand, I grip her chin and bring her mouth back to mine so I can overwhelm her senses until she comes on my lap.

“Waylon…” She struggles through the buildup, needing more.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart…you can let go.”

“I’m tryin’. I’m so close.”

Bringing my lips to her neck, I kiss and suck under her ear.

“That’s my good girl, baby. Ride me while I touch your pussy.”

I quickly learned how much she likes it when I say filthy things to her and that it helps get her off so easily.

“It feels so different when you do it,” she says in between deep breaths.

“Different bad?”

“No, definitely not…the pressure is so good.”

“Your clit is so needy, fuck. I can’t wait to taste it.”

Her nails dig into my skin as she moves her hips with mine.

“Put ‘em inside me. Your fingers.Please,” she begs, and I almost don’t recognize her desperate plea.

With another twist of my wrist, I slowly move two digits to her opening.

“Brace yourself, Harlow. It’s gonna be tight and there might be some pressure.”