Page 69 of Back in the Country
It is always explosive.
One long lick has his body rigid above me, strong thighs braced in front of me. He’s so sexy, and I do it again before wrapping my lips around him, sliding down until he hits the back of my throat.
He moans and curses and it’s the sweetest sound.
“Baby.” Waylon’s hand grips my ponytail and tugs the slightest bit, like he’s incapable of restraining himself. I love it. It’s the ultimate high, so I go faster, suck harder, and work him with one hand as the other grips his thigh.
He’s trembling as I pull him in deep one last time before he explodes. The roar of his release echoes around us. The silence after is only broken by the panting of his breath.
Looking up, I expect to find him sated. Instead I find a whirlwind of emotions so potent I can’t speak.
Waylon pulls me to my feet and slams his mouth against mine. The hand gripping my ponytail tightens as he backs me toward the bedroom. His tongue invades my mouth, and his other hand digs into my hip. His actions are bruising, punishing, absolutely desperate, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Take your clothes off,” he demands against my lips.
Instead of waiting, he rips my shirt over my head and then unclasps my bra. I moan when his mouth finds my breast, his fingers tweaking my other nipple. It takes me several attempts to open the button of my shorts, but once I do, I shimmy out of them and let them fall to the floor.
Waylon’s hand dives into my soaked panties, and he growls as his middle finger slides into me. I arch against him and gasp.
He’s completely unhinged, and my body is at his mercy. I don’t know what this is but I want it. I want his wildness and mixture of his sweat and my arousal as it surrounds us.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” His voice is dangerously low, the blue of his eyes almost swallowed by the desire there. The ripping sound of fabric hits my ears only seconds before my panties are cast aside.
I can’t catch my breath. I’m literallyshakingwith anticipation as I scramble onto the bed.
“Wider.”
Self-consciously, I open myself to him. Before I can blink, his hands are on my ass, gripping and spreading me as his tongue assaults my slick heat. I scream and claw at the fabric of the comforter.
It’s already too much as he fucks me with his tongue.
It’s not enough.
“Waylon,” I sob into my shoulder as I try to keep myself from collapsing. He doesn’t stop as I convulse under the pleasure. I need a minute because I think I canhearcolor, but then he’s behind me and he’s pushing inside. His calloused hands dig into my hips as he pistons into me.
There are no words.
Losing the fight, my arms give out, and I brace my forearms under my head on the mattress.
“Baby, I need you to come again.” His teeth are gritted and the gravel in his voice is so hot I whimper. I don’t know if I’ll survive another orgasm. I’m not sure I’ll survive this experience at all.
“I—” The words are halted by his fingers rubbing my clit, and I explode.
My teeth close around my arm involuntarily. My vision blackens at the edges, and my throat is hoarse.
Waylon’s chest is pressed against my back as he pumps one more time into me before finding his own release. It’s no less earth-shattering than my own, judging by the soul-deep growl of my name.
“Holy. Shit.” My breath hitches as emotion overwhelms me. My face is tingly, and tears fill my eyes. I suck air in through my nose and hold it as Waylon pulls me down with him onto the mattress.
We’re silent for several minutes, and I let the tears fall from my eyes. I’m not sure I can recall another time that my body was so overwhelmed that I needed that kind of release.
“Are you okay?” Waylon’s voice is soft in my ear, and I sigh. His body wrapped around mine is all I need. My heart is so full I could burst. I feel like I’m so happy I’m glowing.
None of those wonderful sentiments are what comes out of my mouth.
“I think you broke my vagina.”
“Did I hurt you?”
