Page 163 of Only With Me

Waylon towers over me, bringing his lips to mine, and rubbing his knee between my thighs. It feels good, but I’m ready for the real thing. No more dry humping or grinding on the outside of his clothes. I want to feel all of him.

My hands go to his belt buckle, attempting to undo it so I can unbutton and lower the zipper.

“Patience, baby. I wanna take my time with you and make sure you can take all of me.”

“I don’t care if you haveta shove it in there with a bottle of lube, I want you inside me.”

“Harlow…” He chuckles against me as if he knows better than to be surprised by what comes out of my mouth.

“It’s not my fault you showed up in sexy tight jeans and a cowboy hat. You’ve been edgin’ me ever since then.”

He left it in his truck when we got to his place but now, I’m tempted to ask him to put it back on.

“Oh, is that what does it for ya?”

“Um, yeah…pretty much guaranteed to get some if you show up lookin’ like a hot cowboy.”

“In that case, I’ll make sure I always have one on.”

“As long as you’re prepared to pay the consequences,” I quip, wiggling underneath him. “Because after tonight, you’ll be lucky if I ever let you get dressed again.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“Now you’re catchin’ on, cowboy.”

As if he can’t help smiling, the corner of his lips reach his eyes. Then he leans back and takes off his shirt with one hand behind his neck.

Fuck, that’s a sexy move.

Then he slides his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs—I finally learned the difference between boxers and briefs and definitely prefer the latter. And once he’s completely naked, he grabs a condom and bottle of lube from his nightstand and sets them on top.

“I’m gonna get you ready first, so you’re nice and wet,” he says, dropping to his knees and then spreads my legs wider.

He kisses my thighs, the right first, and then the left. Slow, taunting licks around my pussy until he finally moves the thin strap of fabric and puts his tongue where I need him the most.

Waylon’s oral game is always so damn good but it feels extra sensitive with how turned on I am. He ravishes every inch of me, my clit and down to my opening. Then he slides two fingers in and eats like he’s been starved for me.

“That’s so good,” I moan out the words, threading my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gonna add in a third finger. Lemme know if it’s too much,” he says.

“You could put all ten in as long as it means you’ll fit inside me.”

“Harlow…” He shakes his head, grinning. “I’ll stretch you out nice and slow.”

All my confidence vanishes when that third finger is enough to set me off because of how tight and full it makes me.

“Relax your muscles, baby. Lemme in all the way.”

He wasn’t even in all the way?

I release a breath and then he slides in deeper.

“Good girl…just like that.”

He thrusts slow and steady, flicking my clit as my wetness coats his fingers.

“Lemme taste myfavoritestrawberry…” he murmurs, twisting his wrist and pushing against something inside me that has me moaning louder than before. “There we go, just like that. Do it again.”