Page 86 of Only With Me
“Think you can add a third?”
“I don’t think so. It’s so tight and full.”
Waylon’s breathing picks up as if he’s restraining himself.
“That’s okay. Try curling ’em up inside, like a hook.”
I prop up on one elbow as I try to reach farther but can’t quite do it. “I think I need longer arms.”
His breathy chuckle has my core tightening. “That’s okay. Drag the wetness from your pussy up your slit and then rub it over your clit until more pressure builds.”
His voice strains as he tells me what to do and it makes me more eager to come. I want to do this for him, too.
“Okay.”
“And this time I wanna hear you moan, Harlow. The more responsive and louder you are, the more your body releases oxytocin to help you finish. Guys also like hearing it, so unless you haveta stay quiet, don’t hold back.”
All of my senses are on fire knowing he’s listening to my reactions.
“Got it.”
Once my fingers find my clit again, I move them in a circular motion and find the perfect pressure. My mouth spills open and a moan echoes around me.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Keep your eyes closed and focus on my voice.”
“I am.”
“The trick to finishin’ with self-pleasure is fantasizing about someone else being there, touchin’ you, kissin’ your neck, makin’ you feel good. Play into your senses to build an intense orgasm.”
“How?” I ask, my back arching as the pleasure increases.
“Listen to my voice and imagine I’m there. My hands on you. My lips on your skin. My breath mixin’ with yours.”
“God, yes. I think I’m close…” My legs stiffen and my breathing intensifies as I climb closer to the ledge.
“Continue your steady rhythm and keep going. Don’t stop.”
My free hand cups my breast over my shirt, imagining it’s him so I don’t lose the sensation.
My breath catches as the pleasure starts to take over. Slowly and gradually, a feeling I’ve never had before shoots down my spine and lingers in my core.
“Yes, yes…fuck…” I groan out the words, gasping for air as the orgasm takes over my body.
“That’s it. Keep going, baby,” he encourages. “I’m right here with you.”
Baby?That does it for me.
I muffle my screams with my other hand and my back flies off the bed as the explosion rips through me. My screams turn to moans and then I give in to the pleasure, no longer caring how loud I am.
And I swear, I hear Waylon groaning through the phone.
“Fuck, you did it,” he says once I go quiet.
“I’ve never been able to do that before,” I say in between catching my breath. “You feel that every time you orgasm?”
“Yeah. It’s even better when it’s with someone else.”
I shift to my side and prop up the phone so he can see me again. “I can’t imagine that. No wonder people get addicted. I wanna experience that over and over again.”
