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“Chyna asked me,” was the first thing that came to her head.
‘Tell him about the tingles,’ she heard Nevada saying to her. ‘With a man like him, blatant honesty will bowl him over like a pin.’
Charisse didn’t listen to this right now because it sounded so silly to.
He looked a bit put out as if he had wanted her to say more, but held his tongue. “That’s it? After all she had wronged you in the past, you were still inclined to help her out? I mean the baby, I can understand to which I’m truly grateful for.” He sat back in his chair with a little irritation mixed in his face. “But you had a doctor certified illness and I’m going to assume you hold little attraction toward me because I had been with your other sisters.”
Briefly looking down at her food, her mind was working hard to find something to respond to that, but everything she had done had really been unexplainable. What could she possible say? ‘I lusted you? I desired you? I was so damn curious that I had to satisfy it.’ Biting her lip and twisting her fingers in her lap she knew all of those sounded school girlish and silly. “Guilt makes me do stupid things when it comes to family. I’m a glutton for punishment, because I hope on the wrong things. All the times I should have been hoping on myself, I was hoping that I would hear some kind word come out of their mouths and maybe that’s why I was stuck in this reality, but it never happened. Even with Chyna. She apologized and even said the truth to me, but I never… I never felt it had all been worth living.”
Parker remembered how she’d dropped out of school and took care of her mother. It didn’t sound too farfetched. “But your condition. Your phobia. When did it just disappear?”
She touched her locket and that twitch came on her lips. “That day you gave me this. The flashback in the vault and seeing my daddy’s face again. I wasn’t scared anymore, Parker. I should have shared that with you since it was you who helped me, but I kept it all a secret. I guess that in my nature I really didn’t know how to explain my own recovery, but I thank you so much.”
He looked like he wanted to say more on that, but he didn’t. “These are going to be some long months for you confined like this. And with me working and letting go Rochelle, how can I make sure that you won’t go crazy with boredom?”
“I’ve spent months in a room by myself for bad behavior at the facility. Chyna made sure no one could sneak around the first floor and look in the curtains, so I have free reign of the house.”
“I’d like to make this a habit of ours as well so we may catch up on each other. I don’t want us to become strangers despite what’s happened between us.”
‘So he wasn’t going to initiate any touching?’ she wondered.
He continued to talk in his serious business voice. “We should become accustomed to one another and with the baby coming and the doctor making occasional visits …”
She wanted to die right then. He wasn’t going to make any intimate contact with her. What had she done wrong? Why was he shielding himself?
‘Tell him!’ Nevada’s voice insisted.
“…With us having breakfast together at least three times a week, we would–“
“I like you touching me,” she blurted out.
He gripped the table and his whole demeanor changed. It wasn’t that serious look anymore. It was that look that he’d been giving her in the restaurant that seem to seize her in an invisible prison, so if she wanted to run she couldn’t. That was the only thing she knew she could say that would be honest and forthwith but it wouldn’t go into the silly things she was feeling.
When he didn’t speak, she wasn’t sure if she had made him angry, but she felt as if she should explain what she had told him.
“Nevada told me to be honest with you. Flat out honest because men like you would be used to game playing by women. And I know I should be ashamed for liking your touch because of who you are, Parker, but the more I try to pretend it never happened – and I pretended a lot – the more I find myself wanting you. So I thought if I give into that want then maybe I’d stop wanting you and satisfy my curiosity.”
“Nevada seems like she knows a lot about men,” he noted with a raised brow.
“She knows plenty but she’s not a hooker or whore if that’s what you were thinking.“
“I could really care less about your friend Nevada, Charisse. Didn’t I warn you about your curiosity when you asked me that inappropriate question about masturbation?”
She blushed but she was getting the sense maybe he was really upset and was just not showing his anger. “I’m a horrible liar and this is all new to me. Matter of fact, I don’t think I should have told you about what Nevada said.”
“What do you want from me to satisfy this curiosity, Charisse?” he asked with a strain in his voice.
Charisse thought she had said something wrong. He had every reason to be upset with her. Chyna had used him for his money and Cheyenne had used him to beat her own twin and now Charisse was asking to use his body. Parker deserved more, but she didn’t know how she could give him more.
Plus, her lust was increasing by the second and she wanted to be greedy and take what she wanted, but she was so innocent when it came to men and the things people intimately did with each other, she felt like a virgin laying herself out for sacrifice.
“Charisse,” he said in that stern voice. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to do to you?”
She said it the only way she knew how. “I want you to touch me, Parker.”
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He stood up and came around to the side of the table she was sitting at. She started to stand, but he put a firm hand on her shoulder. The idea of just touching her felt so new to him and he relished that first touch that she allowed him to take. She didn’t flinch and she didn’t look as if she were terrified. There was fear in those burnt orange intense eyes of hers, but there was the curiosity he had come to adore her showing.
Her honesty had been refreshing and had been the thing that had pushed him over the edge in his desire for her. All fight in his body was lost, but he promised himself only a taste.
That heated look made Parker’s eyes a smoky brown and she didn’t mind the internal burn going on between her legs and spreading throughout her body.
“How old are you, Charisse?” he asked slowly bringing one hand so that his fingertip caressed her neck and then cupped her cheek. His thumb moved up her chin and stroke underside of her bottom lip.
That was an odd question after her confession, but she thought maybe he was still not going to take initiative.
“Twenty-eight,” she answered.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with you until my divorce was final.”
She clearly looked disappointed and Parker wanted to throw her on the floor and ravage her, but he really wanted to keep his promises, but after she had made that statement about liking his touch, he thought he could satisfy her within boundaries.
Lowering himself to his knees, he said, “You’re going to trust me, Charisse.”
Confusion was evident, but she nodded slowly as he directed her body to turn in the seat to him.
He reached up and slowly began to unbutton her dress in the front, but when she reached up to unbutton his shirt, he stopped her hands and shook his head.
“You can’t touch me, Charisse. I’m giving you what you want.” His voice was still tense, but he wasn’t mad.
Relaxing, she only nodded and watched as he took the buttons loose using just one hand.
“Can you kiss me?” she asked shyly.
He leaned down and fervently pressed his mouth against hers.
Just as he had done last night, she tilted her head to the side, parting her lips to feel his tongue between her lips. Exquisite and ardent, he pressed more while his hands pushed her dress off her shoulders. So consumed with his mouth, she didn’t realize that she was soon bare until the scorching touch of his hands moved from her neck and cupped her bre
ast.
She didn’t know if she should pay attention to his mouth or his hands because both sensations were glorious. When she put her hands up to touch him, he only moved them back down to the sides of the chair and then continued his exploration to her chest, back and stomach. It was as if his hands couldn’t get enough of her warm creamy brown flesh and she didn’t want him to.
By the time his mouth left hers to suckle her neck and then move down to her chest, she didn’t mind gripping the chair because searing bliss struck her like a Mack Truck and it only worsened for the good as his powerful arms lifted her just enough to pull her dress, underwear, and stockings down past her knees and his mouth followed the naked path. Once he rested her back in the chair, he grasped an ankle and moved it up in the chair as his mouth and hands seem to ravish every inch of skin.
“W-Why did you ask me for my age?” she breathlessly asked.
He smirked wickedly and between sweet kisses that descended further down her body answered, “I wanted you … to see…it’ll only take me… twenty-eight licks… to…”
“Parker,” she warned, but whatever she was going to say was completely lost and it didn’t look as if he would have heeded any warning as his mouth explored her wet cavern as if his life depended on it.
He couldn’t have been more right. The first orgasm smack her like a gun had went off in her body at his twenty-eighth oral stroke. And this was where she knew time had stopped because now that this was the second time he had done this to her and they had ample light; she could see him clear as day. The visual stimulation was enough to send her over the edge twice more with quick sharp palpitations of her body that made him grip her waist to hold her down so he could continue.
She also realized that Parker didn’t confine his kissing skills to just the lips on her face. He slowly utilized his knowledge to the lower part of her body with enthusiasm like he was a skilled surgeon drawing out her orgasms to longer and higher plateaus. No longer in full control of her senses or how her pleasure was received she succumbed to his oral tango shuddering, screaming his name and adulating his performance on high.
He returned his arms under her so his hands firmly cupped her backside to lift her up so he could openly feast to his heart’s content. Chyna usually pushed him away and he had never ventured this far with Cheyenne, even though he enjoyed just the act of giving a woman oral pleasure. But Charisse was worthy of his attention and she took great pleasure in allowing him to perfect his skill and in detail he memorized the touch and taste of every centimeter of caramel and dark pink piece of hot flesh.
Food was the last thing on his mind as he nibbled and lavished Charisse’s womanly gourmet victuals knowing he had been the first man to taste her Garden of Eden.
Bringing her body to eruption to drown his face, he selfishly derived gratification in taking her to new heights with his oral skills. Soon she forgot about the no touching rule as her fingers gripped his head and ears and she used the table to hold herself steady in the chair. Her body had twisted and gyrated ravenously enjoying every lick and flick of his tongue. She screamed sexual reverence as he teased and taunted leaving no inch of skin in displeasure.
He was positive an hour had passed while he orally worked her body to a pinnacle he knew would bring her to ultimate ecstasy. Mercilessly, he kept her from erupting for a long while as he laved his tongue from her clitoris to her perineum and below. She was a whimpering mass as he increased the pressure and the strokes of his tongue. Her whimpering soon turned to pants and then to long drawn out wails. Soon she was screaming his name as he augmented his tongue to flutter right on top of her most sensitive area.
“Parrrrr-kkkkkerrrrr,” she screamed repeatedly and he liked how she gave in, but fought and then gave in again.
Her essence changed immediately in texture and taste becoming sweeter and thicker and he drunk as it were the fountain of youth hungrily until he had swallowed every last drop.Near lustful delirium, Charisse was barely aware Parker had scooped her up to take her to lie down.
But he stopped himself from laying in the bed he and Chyna had shared and further resolved that he was not going to give in to the pleasure his body urgently wanted to partake in. Neither was he going to desecrate this moment by putting Charisse in a bed that didn’t belong to just them.
Carrying her to the guest room seemed more appropriate and he lay next to her after shifting his hardened manhood inside his pants.
“That’s not it,” she murmured as he pulled her naked body against his clothed body.
“That will be it.”
“But–“
“Please Charisse. I told you I am not going to make love to you. Not until it’s right.” There was a lot of strain in his voice, but she probably didn’t understand the pain and pressure he was feeling. He had taken all her energy and soon she was in a deep sleep. Looking down at her face, he could vividly remember the moment they had shared at the office. To know that the dream had been real, and he could only hold her because no words could come to him to let her understand that been a magnificent encounter for him.
She had given her body, mind and soul to him – something so priceless he knew it would take an eternity to equal what she had given to him. He didn’t mind that. He wanted to.
Parker pushed the hair back that had fallen in her face. Even that made her tremble. He knew he had pushed her over the edge and back and he had enjoyed every second of it, but he hoped he had not pushed her too far.
Last time he had been over zealous was with Chyna and she had not spoken to him for a week. Since then Parker had never allowed his passion to take over when he was with a woman, until now.
Yet, his Charisse seemed to enjoy his exuberance. Or at least that was what it seemed like.
Her sleeping provided him with a chance to relish how blessed he was. He saw so much innocence and beauty just lying there, but he also saw this extraordinary woman, who had waited decades to allow a man to touch her.
To know she gave Parker this honor despite his sins, despite where he had come from and despite her own fears of it all welled Parker’s heart with joy. Any man in the world could be worthy of her honor, yet she had chosen him to give her virginity to.
He swore he would honor her. He would make everything legit and he wouldn’t care what others thought of it. And though it was not the fairly tale found in any book, he should have expected having an extraordinary woman like Charisse would give him his own unique story.
After a cold shower, he went back to his bedroom and stared at the bedroom for a long while. Deciding he couldn’t possibly lay her down in this bed, he called a furniture place that was very familiar with his taste and had the manager pick out a whole bedroom set, along with sheets and a new rug.
As he waited for the truck to arrive he went to the kitchen to fix something to drink. The rough looking woman standing patiently at the back door of the house filing her nails alarmed him until he looked into the sensuous brown eyes.
Opening the door for her, Nevada smirked as she walked past him. “You look refreshed.”
“You look like shit.”
She was dressed in a very worn green and black army get up along with black leather gloves on her hands with cut out fingers. There was even this horrible wig on her head underneath an army cap that looked like it had never been combed.
“Not the beauty queen today and what the hell is that on your face?” he questioned.
Nevada chuckled and casually responded as she came in the kitchen, “It’s make up and I was never a beauty queen.”
“If you did that to yourself, you’d never make the final round,” he teased.
“A face like mine could draw a lot of trouble.”
“So hiding it keeps you trouble free? Or are you going to convince me that you don’t like to start trouble?”
“In so many words, I stay away from trouble and if I’m causing it, it’s because of someone’s jealousy toward me.” She gave him a skeptical look. “Mind i
f I grab a bite to eat while I wait for you to get Charisse?”
“I don’t mind, but she’s upstairs sleeping.”
“I can wait. She asked me to do something and I want to show her what I did.”
“You could just give it to me.”
“I could, couldn’t I?” But she didn’t. Instead she went to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.
“You aren’t here to start any trouble, are you?” he questioned suspiciously.
Turning to him, she shot him a glare that could make a man check himself twice just to see if he was wearing clothes. “Charisse is about the only person I know who can be so honest it’ll make you cry. I’m not here to hurt her or play games with her mind. She’s been played with enough, don’t you think?”
“I agree, which is why I asked. I want to protect her from people who wish to do her harm.”
“Do you?” she asked apprehensively. “Because maybe I should be asking you what games are you playing with her?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I get her having the baby for you. But being her lover too? True, your wife is incapable, but you’ve already had one sister and a git like you could have too many to name with your money and improved looks alone. Matter of fact, just by the smell of you and the way you kiss, you ain’t held back one inch when you didn’t want to.”
For her to read him like that made him uncomfortable. This woman had more talents than just a pretty face. “You have a knack for reading people well, Nevada.”
“Not people, just men, Parker Mills.” She gave him that smoldering look and smirk. “I read’em like a book. Know’em like the back of my hand and they’ve ceased to surprise me.”
“How old are you?”
“Around twenty-five give or take. Never celebrated birthdays and when they found me on the street they pretty much guessed what age I was.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. “I just know about the age I am and keep up from there.” Taking out some sliced turkey, bread and mayonnaise, she proceeded to construct three double-decker sandwiches. “I’m just trying to figure out your motive when it concerns Charisse. You twisting her up to make sure you get the kid or you for real?”
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