Page 52 of Just the Tipsy
“Sure, thank you.” He grabs his small pouch of toiletries and heads into the bathroom.
I flop on my back on the bed, resting Sadie next to me. She turns in a circle a few times before laying down with a heavy sigh.
“I know, right?” I say to her. The energy’s been sucked right out of me.
Waylon comes out of the bathroom just a few minutes later, and I head in. I take my routine seriously and don’t do anything too trendy that’ll do more harm than good to my skin. As I expected, Waylon just has a toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant on the side of the sink he chose.
I change into my pajamas — a cute silky tank top and matching shorts, which is what I usually wear to bed — and look at myself in the mirror. The shorts are tiny, basically boy shorts, and I’m not going to lock my boobs away in a bra to sleep. Is it too much, though?
As much as I want to get another little lesson and check some stuff off my bucket list, I don’t want to seem too needy. But I’m probably overthinking it.
I go back out into the room and find Waylon scrolling on his phone. He’s peeled off his shirt and the blankets are low around his hips. The light dusting of dark hair across his chest is something I never thought I’d find hot — I’d never given it a thought in general. And the glasses. The damn glasses. Maybe it’s because it makes him look really Clark Kent-ish, or maybe it’s the way the dark green frames look nice with his chocolate brown eyes.
“Everything good?” Waylon asks, glancing up at me.
“Y-yeah.” I swallow. “Um, do you want to do more bucket list stuff?”
A smile spreads across his face and puts his phone on the side table. “Yes.”
“Sorry, I’m not great at seduction,” I say, walking over to the bed. “Maybe I should add that to our little syllabus, just for practice.”
“To be honest, I thought your pajamas were part of it.” He pulls back the blankets for me.
“These?” I glance down at myself. “I wear pajamas like this every night. And just to hang out at home.”
He blinks, his eyes roaming over my body. “You do?”
“Yes.” I slide into the bed.
“I’m glad to know that, but now I’m going to be thinking about that all the fucking time.” He wraps an arm around me and drags me toward him.
“This is the tamest stuff I have.” I press myself against him. He’s so perfectly big against me, broad and strong like he could envelop me entirely.
“Fuck, Bianca.” Waylon skims his hand down my back and to my ass, gently squeezing. “Can I add stuff to your bucket list? Namely seeing your entire collection?”
I laugh. “We can figure that out later.”
“Good,” he says.
He puts two fingers under my chin and kisses me, his hand sliding into the back of my shorts. I melt against him — I can’t help it. This isn’t even a real relationship but I’ve never been kissed like this before, by anyone. Like he’s actually intome, not just into the fact that he’s going to get laid by someone.
I shove that feeling into the back of my head and focus on what we’re doing -- his hands exploring my body underneath my tank top and shorts, and my fingers threading through his soft hair.
“So what item are we checking off this list?” Waylon asks, pulling my leg over his hip.
“Just sex where I actually come.” My voice is already a bit breathy. “Not super exciting, sorry.”
“Trust me, I’m extremely excited.” He grinds his cock against me. “Every single time you fuck doesn’t have to be over the top with bondage and role-play. It’s all just as good to me.”
He presses his lips against my neck, then my collarbone. The hand that’s down the back of my shorts grips my ass.
“Promise to tell me what you need if I’m not giving it to you?” he asks.
“Yes.” I gasp as his fingers slip against my entrance from behind. I’m already a little bit wet.
Waylon guides us so I’m on my back and his body is hovering over mine. Even though he hasn’t put his weight on me, I still love feeling him over me, just kissing me all over, peeling off my tank top. He works his way down to my breasts, teasing my nipples, while his hands wander over my hips. An electric current runs from each nipple and down to my clit.
His soft groans as he worships each of my breasts makes me heat all over. I’ve never thought they were anything special, and my exes hadn’t paid much attention to them either. They aren’t particularly big. But Waylon genuinely loves them like they’re perfect.
