Page 164 of Only With Me

He repeats the movement, but this time, pleasure bolts through my body like an explosion erupting inside me.

At this point, I beg God for mercy because my body can’t stop shaking. I come harder than I have before when we’ve fooled around, even with that vibrator he bought me, this feels so much more intense.

“Holy shit,” I finally spit out when I can inhale again. “How did you do that?”

He lifts until I can see him, licking his lips like he just had his favorite dessert.

“You’re not the only one who can ask for sex tips.”

Who would he ask for?—

“Did you seriously ask your brother?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug. “It’s been a while for me, too. You’re not the only one who’s nervous. And I wanted to make sure you were properly prepped.”

“Remind me to thank him later.”

He barks out a laugh. “I’ll have you screamin’ loud enough to thank him for the both of us.”

My eyes fly to the ceiling, realizing Wilder’s right above us.

“Is his room right there?” I point up.

Waylon presses his mouth down to my chest, licking a straight line from between my breasts up to my neck. “Yep. Andpayback’s a bitch for all the times I overheard him, so you betterscream, baby.”

In a weird way, that turns me on even more.

“Then you better gimme something to scream about, cowboy.”

Without warning, he stands and pulls my legs nearly off the bed. I yelp as I hang onto the edge, so I don’t fall.

“You’re gonna be sorry you said that.”

His taunting warning tone should scare me, but I want everything he has to offer.

Waylon pulls me up to my feet. “Everything off…I wanna see all of you.”

He helps me out of the corset and then my panties. His gaze lowers down my naked body, appreciating every curve and scar. He’s kissed them dozens of times when we’ve fooled around but it never gets old to watch him openly accept that my skin isn’t perfect. But to him, I am, and that’s all that matters.

Waylon moves us to the bed, with me on top, and him flat underneath me. I watch as he rolls the condom over his impressive hard length and then he coats himself with lube.

“Being on top will give you more control of the pace and rhythm. Slide down on my shaft and then rock against me like you normally would if we were dry humpin’ in the truck.”

I love that he voluntarily talks me through it without me having to ask because he knows I’d want instructions beforehand.

Straddling his legs, I lift on my knees and position him between my thighs. I grab his shaft and then slowly push it inside me.

Waylon holds my hips in place, watching my face for any discomfort, but I’m focusing on him because I want to see the moment he’s fully seated inside me for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

I don’t think he’s even all the way in.

“Am I okay to keep going?” I ask.

“Yeah, as long as it’s not hurtin’ you.”

I’m ready to get the pain over with because I know it’ll be there initially anyway.