Page 167 of Only With Me

“And to answer your question,both.” Then he winks and walks out.

Epilogue

Harlow

“Spit on it, baby. We don’t have much time.”

Lifting up slightly, I spit on his cock and then stroke his shaft until it’s lubricated. I line up our entrances and then slide down his hard length.

“Fuck…” His head falls back on the bed as he grips my thighs that are straddling his.

“You better get me there faster if I’m on limited time,” I teasingly warn because he knows exactly what I need.

His thumb perfectly rubs over my clit, like he’s done hundreds of times before. Waylon knows my body better than I do, and I love him more than anything for accepting me exactly the way I am. Imperfect skin and all.

“Ride my cock just like that…” He says when I lean back and rest my hands on his thighs. He gets a full view of my pussy and it helps him go deeper as he plays with my clit.

One of my favorite positions besides doggy style.

And yes, we’ve tried several over the past eight and a half months.

I wanted to experience as many as possible that didn’t exceed my gymnastics ability and since he’s a great teacher, he was all for trying anything once—including anal play.

Turns out I’m basic when it comes to sex because I love when he slams into me from behind, slaps my ass, or wraps his hand around my waist and pinches my clit.

I love when he buries his face between my thighs and eats me until I come all over his face.

But I mostly love the way he cherishes my body and makes me scream.

Wilder would probably disagree.

I bought him some top-of-the-line noise-canceling headphones for his birthday.

He didn’t find it as hilarious as Waylon and I did.

From the moment Waylon and I started officially dating, we’ve been inseparable.

So when we had thirty minutes to spare before we had to go back to the arena to watch Ellie compete on the ninth day of the NFR, we took full advantage of a quiet hotel room.

Everyone in the Hollis family came to Vegas for the championship, and I brought my mom and sister, too. It’s almost the middle of December so it was a nice way to celebrate before the holidays.

It’s been a blast watching Ellie kick ass. She won last year and is expected to win again this year, but she has some big competitors so the scores have been close.

Waylon and I decided to road trip it here, one of my romance wishlist items, but we’re going to fly back so he can get back to work.

“Alright, I’m close…” He groans. “Come sit on my face.”

I crawl up his stomach and straddle his head so I can finish on his tongue. He fucks his fist while eating me so we can get off together.

Normally, he’d wear a condom, butsomeoneforgot to buy more and we didn’t realize we were out until we were already naked.

Since I’m not looking to get pregnant anytime soon, we’re not taking any risks.

“Right there…” I tell him, bouncing on his face and then I cover my mouth to muffle my screams.

We’ve already been warned by hotel security twice to keep it down.

The first time they thought there was a domestic dispute, and I had to prove it wasn’t by showing them the hickies on my neck and my torn panties on the floor.