Chapter 33 #2
“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 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.
With one quick exhale, I push all the way down.
I gasp at the tightness and wait for my body to adjust before I inhale.
“Are you okay?” He squeezes my side to grab my attention.
“Uh-huh…” There’s a sharp pain, but it’s not unbearable.
I lift slightly before sliding back down, the pain now a dull sensation. “I think the worst is over.”
“Put your hands on my chest and then you can move however you want.”
When Waylon put the vibrator inside me, he was slow and gentle, but I want more. The lube seems to have helped because I can slide up and down him much easier than with the toy.
With my palms flat on his abs, I grind on top of him, slowly at first, but then we find a rhythm. I relax my muscles and he bends his knees slightly so we can rock back and forth.
“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible.”
He sits up, wrapping a hand around my neck and pulling us together in a heated kiss.
“Are you doing okay?”
I nod in between panting. “Can we do another position?”
He lifts his brow, smirking. Without a word, he flips us over so he’s on top and my legs are wrapped around his waist.
“Go deeper,” I tell him. “I can handle it.”
He sinks lower on top of me, grabs one of my legs, and then pulls it up to rest on his shoulder.
“Holy shit!” I gasp as he moves, his cock penetrating me so freaking deep. “Don’t stop.”
Waylon kisses and sucks my neck, plays with my nipples, and thrusts hard and deep until I’m seeing stars.
“Scream my name, baby. Nice and loud.”
And I do, over and over, until I can’t take it anymore and beg him to let me come.
“Waylon, please. I’m so close.” My legs wrap around him, and I dig my heels into his ass to push him deeper.
He’s a master at edging me even if it was meant to make me so wet that it no longer hurts. Now it’s pure bliss. Pleasure overload. And I want him to feel that too.
“Say the magic words, baby girl, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
Baby girl? Oh fuck, that’s a new one.
Turns out it works on me because it makes my core tighten even more.
“Please lemme come on your cock…I need to so badly,” I beg, squeezing my pussy so he can feel how needy I am.
“Such a good girl for me, Harlow…” He lifts both of my arms above my head and locks them with one hand. The other pulls him up slightly before he slams back down on top, tickling a spot inside me that has me screaming again.
He wraps his hand around to cup my ass and then lifts me up to meet his thrusts again and again. The hard penetration movements send me over the edge and then I’m falling, moaning through the waves of pleasure, and squeezing his dick.
Waylon buries his face in my neck, groaning through his own release.
This feeling we just shared is almost indescribable. Euphoric. Blissful. Heaven on earth.
What I imagine being high is like.
No wonder people get addicted.
I’ve only experienced it once, and I’m ready to give up my life savings and everything I own just to have it again.
“Harlow, talk to me. Are you okay?”
Blinking through the lavender haze, I look up at him with a sated smile.
“When can we do that again?”
“Christ, woman.” He falls back on the bed, sweat coating his forehead and into his hair. “You’re seriously gonna kill me, aren’t you?”
I lean up on my elbow so I can look at him. “Oh, right. You’re older, so you probably need like five minutes to rest, right?”
“Five minutes? Yeah, sure…” He pants out between the words, and I laugh.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest, kissing my shoulder. “Baby, you’re gonna be very sore tomorrow. I’ll get you some pain reliever and a cold towel so I can clean you.”
Arching a brow, I try to look down between us. “Did we make a mess?”
“You bled a little, most likely from how deep I went, and it mixed in with the lube.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s probably not attractive, huh?”
“You think your blood is a turn-off for me?”
“I dunno…I thought it would be gross to you. Or maybe a part of the trauma from what happened to Wilder.”
Although Waylon told me a while ago some more details about Wilder’s past, we don’t bring it up, so I can only assume he’d associate blood with what happened.
“There’s no part of you that would ever be a turn-off or unattractive to me. You could squirt piss all over me, and I’d still be hard inside you.”
“Okay, ew. Wait a minute.”
He chuckles like he knew that would get my attention.
“Women squirt piss?”
“That’s what some of the researchers say…that it comes from the bladder. There’s mixed opinions about it, though.”
“Why am I just learnin’ about this now? You were supposed to teach me all things sex before we got here.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Haveta save some stuff for extra credit lessons.”
“There’s more?”
He brings his fingers to my nipple, pinching it until it gets hard. “We haven’t even touched on anal play yet.”
He flashes a playful smirk, thinking I don’t know about butt stuff, but thanks to Natalie and her tendencies to overshare, I’ve already been educated in that department.
Doesn’t mean he has to know that.
“Hmm…” I feign innocence. “For you or me, cowboy?”
When I waggle my brows, his face lights up. “Very funny.” Then he rolls over me to get off the bed. He takes out a bottle from his nightstand drawer and then shakes two pills out.
“Sit up, and I’ll grab you some water.”
He puts the meds in my palm and then slides on his briefs. But before he leaves the room, he glances over his shoulder.
“And to answer your question, both.” Then he winks and walks out.