His hand in my hair clenches and he holds still, a bead of sweat at his hairline.
“How long?” He asks and I look at him. His jaw clenched, I know it’s costing him to hold still.
“What… don’t stop!” I blurt out, surprised at his control at this very moment.
“How long.” He asks again like a dog with a bone not letting the subject go.
“A while…”
“How long?” he asks rolling his hips and my head sinks deeper into the pillow and I moan. I want him to move, “Tell me,” his voice is gruff and slightly whispered, “Tell me how long it’s been since you let someone in here.” His voice is demanding and sexy, so damn sexy.
“Two…two years.” I pant out and he freezes over me.
“Really?” He asks his strong body over mine. Deep in me, I can feel his body over mine slightly trembling. He’s holding on for control by a thin thread. I can feel it and I don’t like it. Control I want him to lose.
“Yes...please don’t stop….Parker, please.” I shamelessly beg until he gives in.
Kissing me, he works in and out of my body. His massive hands are magic; they are touching every part of me all at once. I can’t help the moans that escape my mouth, the way his name slips from my lips as he drives me closer and closer to the edge.
All the while he whispers hoarsely against my skin.
“This is so...different...with…you…,” he manages to say as he works in and out of my body, every sensation is bigger and brighter than the last, making me dizzy with need. It is different. So, freaking beautifully different! He fills me in a way that isn’t just physical. He fills a part of me that I hadn’t realized was void. It is as scary, as it is exhilarating. He makes me feel alive.
He rolls his hips, hitting that small spot deep within me over and over until I’m on the brink of coming. It feels so damn good my toes curl and tighten against his waist and I can’t think anymore, only feel. I dig the heels of my feet into his sides and my hands are holding on tight to his shoulders. Hoarsely he whispers sweet nothings in my ear, the stubble on his face tickles my neck but it feels good at the same time. The weight of his body on mine and the heat of his skin on mine, until I can no longer help it, I fly off the edge and burst into flames.
I’m like a firework on the fourth of July. My body no longer my own, as my orgasm washes over me, colorful bits of my soul sparkle, milking his body. He’s hard and tense, and by the way he’s gripping my shoulder with one hand the other in my hair tugging slightly, I know he’s close. He thrusts in and out faster, harder in a jerkier rhythm until he groans out loud. My name falling from his lips in the sexiest tone as he comes hard and I hold on to him tightly.
Breathlessly, we both stay still, his body on mine I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, enjoying the feeling of being with him and surrounded by just him.
“Fuck,” he pants out, his eyes closed and I grab his face gently.
“Yeah,” I say smiling, swallowing hard trying to breathe in deep to slow my heart rate down.
He rolls off my body, lying on his side next to me. His hand cradles my face.
“You okay?” he asks looking concerned and I tilt my face.
“Yeah, I am better than okay.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asks. The gentle way he puts his fingers at my jaw, makes me close my eyes and I shake my head.
“Are you sure? I should have been gentler...taken it slower…” I turn on my side so that we are face to face now, and smile.
“It was great.” I whisper, “I would have told you if I didn’t like it.”
“You sure?” he frowns and I smile trying to bite away a laugh.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He leans in and kisses me.
“Let me clean up,” he says when he pulls away and I nod.
Watching his powerful body walk to the bathroom completely naked makes my body parts tingle. He is so hot. I sit up in his bed, pulling the soft black sheet up as he walks back out wearing red basketball shorts, a wash cloth in one hand and nothing else.
“Don’t cover up.” He says, his voice serious, slightly demanding making me shiver. His expression matches the tone of his voice and as if under a spell, I let the sheet fall. He pulls it down completely. He looks over my body, his eyes glazed and hungry. A shiver runs through my entire body the moment his hands touch my thighs. My body comes alive once again, a need burning through me once more.
“Round two.” He whispers, his voice tight, and I swallow hard.
We’d both come hard but here he was ready to initiate another round and I’m not about to complain. He brings the warm washcloth to my center and cleans me. This is something beyond intimate, especially in the comfortable silence that has fallen between us. Something I had never experienced with a partner. Mix that with the way he’s looking at me, I swallow hard. I watch as he throws the towel over his shoulder, not caring where it lands on the floor and looks down at me and licks his lips making me squirm under his gaze.
I’d never been with someone like him. He’s so laid back but intense at the same time, a walking contradiction.
Pulling my body to the edge of the bed he kneels in front of me again. His rough fingertips glide through my folds, slowly, gently.
“So damn pretty…” He whispers as if to himself.
“Park…”
“Shhh ….,” leaning his head down, he licks me and my head falls back into the mattress. The stubble on his face, his hot wet, tongue all of the sensations too much and not enough all at the same time. I’m sure he’s trying to make me pass out, yet my body feels more alive than it ever has as he takes his time exploring, touching, fingering.
“Park…”
“Shhh… damn, angel …” he licks my slit slowly, my hands fisting his black sheets beneath me, “You taste like heaven.” His voice is husky against my slit, my body shaking, my skin hot and tight every nerve awake and at attention. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He whispers.
“Park… please...come here.” I plead, my hands in his hair, when he kisses my clit, my hands fist his hair. He’s gently kissing the swollen bundle of nerves with incredible talent and a gentleness that is breathtaking. Everything he is and does is breathtaking.
“Park…,” I gasp unable to voice his whole name, my voice stuck in my throat.
He looks up at me, his face slightly glistening, hunger in his eyes, one finger working in and out of my body achingly slow. His lips kiss my inner thigh, his eyes never coming off of mine.
“I’m going to devour you till you can’t stand it…,” his deep voice says confidently and I start to shake my head.
“Park… please...come here…!”
“Uh uh…,” he grunts kissing lower till he reaches the sides of my knees, “I’m going to taste you and I am not going to stop until you come. I might have rushed this, but I'll be damned if it’s not going to be a night you never forget.” His voice is husky with desire, he kisses my thighs, my mind is hazy only able to feel, his words repeating in my head.
“I...I can’t…I’ve never…,” I ramble not able to concentrate on getting the words out, his mouth feels incredible against my skin.
“Never what?” he asks, his head is up now looking at me and letting go of my hand. Going up on my elbows, I take a deep breath looking at his body between my legs, his face right there.
“I’ve never finished that way…I can’t get there. It feels good, but please come up here…,” I say quickly, slightly embarrassed.
“Never?” His body stills, his eyes becoming intense with determination. Something about the expression of need and possessiveness goes over his eyes and face. His hands grip my thighs firmer. Possessively. Something in my chest clenches. What would it be like to belong to a man like Parker Stone? No. Not a man like him, but to him. What would it be like to belong to him?
“Never?” He asks again and I blink.
“No.” I whisper, “Never,” I answer him honestly.
“Good,” he whispers, a finger dipping in and out easily with how slick I am, “I’m going to take you there.”
“Park…”
“I’m going to take you there and back, so many fucking times, angel. Only me.” He murmurs.
“Park….,” I pant.
“Shh… just breathe, angel, just breath and feel.” He whispers against my thigh.
His mouth goes back to work, I brace for him to go directly back to licking but he doesn’t. No. Instead he starts to kiss the inside of my thighs, using small kisses, open mouthed wet kisses, all different kind of kisses peppering my thighs, my abdomen with them. Then he brings my legs over his shoulders. He starts licking, kissing and nipping at my wet core and my hands are at his head, tangled in his fabulous fucking hair.
Everything is blurry, every nerve ending feels reawakened. My heart is racing, hardly able to keep my eyes open. His fingers are gliding in and out of me. Wetness at my center is now all on my inner thighs. He growls and grunts against my swollen clit, driving me crazy. Then I feel it. Shit. My orgasm building and my body tenses ready to explode. Everything he’s doing…is hitting me just right!
Oh. My. God!
My body convulses and thrashes against his bed, as I weakly yell his name. Literally yell! Both of my hands shamelessly in his hair bringing him closer to my pussy, his huge hands splayed open on my ass as he brings me up as close to his face as possible. The stubble on his face creating the perfect friction as he devours me.
Because there is no other word for what he’s doing other than that. Devouring me as if I was the best tasting thing he has ever had his mouth on. Closing my eyes, my thighs tense, my feet at his shoulders, his lips grab hold of my swollen clit and I let go.
Completely.
Waves of sheer pleasure wash over me. This is different than anything I had experienced in my life. It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. My first orgasm caused by someone’s mouth. Not just anyone either, Parker. An orgasm so intense it’s as if my body is simply floating. Trying to catch my breath, my arms relax on my stomach, while a cheesy smile is plastered on my face. Parker’s mouth is lightly going from my lower lips to the inside of my thighs. I look down at him, my fingers stroking his hair. My mind is unable to process words. Not one comes to mind. His eyes meet mine and he has a very sly and confident grin on his face.
“Good?” He asks as he moves from kneeling on the floor to the bed, to my side, kissing my body on his journey up.
On his side, facing me, one of his powerful legs hooking mine, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. Tasting myself on his lips, reawakens the need for him. God, his mouth! So damn good! His kiss is light, sweet but too controlled, slightly strained. I want him out of control. I’m not sure what it is about him that makes me want so much more.
Moving closer to him, now straddling him, his delicious body is below mine I kiss him. My hands on his bare chest, my right hand feeling the furious way his heart is beating beneath my palm. I’m not fooled into believing that I’m in control. His strength is powerful, something that just radiates off of him, but he is letting me take control. Leaning down so that our lips meet, I kiss him. Licking his lips, coaxing him to open, he doesn’t make me work too hard. My tongue is sliding in, dueling with his. His tongue is in my mouth, mimicking what I could only hope his body would be doing to mine again and soon. His hands are moving from my ass to my back.
One of his large hands goes to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. I bite his lower lip, moaning softly at the firmness of his mouth, remembering the unimaginable pleasure he’d just given to me. I can feel him losing control, and I can't help but push him a little more, rolling my hips against his hard dick. Grinding and rolling my hips. Surprising myself at how worked up I’m getting, even though I just came twice. The sensation of my wet center against the velvety smooth skin of his hardness causes me to shiver. Looking down at him, our eyes connect before he presses his mouth harder onto mine.
Rolling us back, his powerful body covers mine and my hand reaches for the velvety steel at my stomach to stroke and caress him. He curses against my mouth as his hips work and I play with his beautiful thick dick.
“I want you again,” I whisper against his mouth and he kisses my jaw.
“Fuck, angel...your hand...damn,” he says against my skin. His warm breath is on my skin, as he moves his body completely between mine. My legs wrap around him, my arms on his shoulders hold his tightly to me.
The tip of his beautiful cock hovers at my opening, teasing me. I beg for more of him, all of him. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to ask for more. There is an intimate familiarity between us, like two old souls once again connecting.
Parker
“Please,” she begs and I close my eyes. The tip of my dick is at her warm wet entrance again, and I fight the urge to sink into her.
“Have to go slow… I already took you too hard... don’t want to hurt you…,” I strain to say, as my tip slides into her velvety heaven and I lower my head into that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder smelling sweet sugar and vanilla. It isn’t that I’m a smug son of a bitch, full of myself like most guys. I know I’m bigger and thicker than average, and I don’t want to hurt her. Not my angel.
My face in that sweet spot, I breathe in deep. The scent of her skin fills my nose, her taste in my mouth is driving me crazy and the warmth of her body cocoons me. Everything about her filling each of my senses. Everything together quickly diminishes what is left of my self-control. I thrust in deeper, the head of my dick is completely incased in her wetness, I can’t help the growl that escapes. Fuck! She’s so damn tight. I’d just had her and she was still so damn tight. I feel her body buck up, drawing me in deeper.
“Please...I...need…,” hearing her soft words against my ear, her begging me, did something to me.
Breaking my control completely, I surge forward into her velvety wetness. I thrust in and out as controlled as I could, but the deeper I get, the faster I drive my hips into her. I am quickly losing my control and any idea of going slow flies out the fucking window. I need her, hard and fast without control.
Her legs are tightly wrapped around me. Her hands moving into my hair, I can’t look away from her. Her eyes are warm and filled with need. I can’t help the urge to taste her mouth. I kiss her hard. Loving the way her hands feel, the slight tugs she gives me as I work in and out of her body. Breathless, I pull away from her mouth and look down at her.
“You’re incredible…the way you feel. Shit, angel...,” I start to say. Her wet heat surrounds me, holding my dick like a fucking glove. I squeeze my eyes shut to feel it all.
“Don’t stop. Please, Park...fuck me harder.” She begs and I open my eyes.
“I’ll hurt you…,” I start to say opening my eyes her brown eyes wide, she shakes her head, her face is flushed. Our bodies are now slick with sweat. I work in and out of her, moving one hand to play with her pretty nipples as she arches up for my touch. She is positioned perfectly her pretty pearl touching the root of me.
We start to move in sync, both breathing hard. The room is filled with her moans and my grunts and the noises of our bodies connecting. Both of our scents are mixed, making the room smell of sex and lust. My balls are painfully tight preparing for my release.
“I’m...I’m almost…,” she pants and I kiss her forehead, leaving my mouth slightly open at her hairline.
“Me too,” I tell her, my voice hard as I work her body. Her legs tighten around my waist, as the heels of her feet dig into my skin and it only adds to the sensations flowing through me.
“Give it to me angel, give it to me! Come for me…,” I rasp out, as I pound into her. Slick, fucking drenched and so fucking tight, I think I’m going to go blind when she tightens up even more. Her tight core is milking my dick as she comes hard. Flutters turn into
spasms around my dick as her pussy milks me, while her moans drive me crazy. It feels so fucking great, I try to hold back my release, until I can’t hold back anymore and I let go. Coming hard, spurt after spurt, I let go as I pump into her hard, lowering my head to her shoulder and biting down hard on her shoulder as my body spills into hers.
Fuck.
I had never bit anyone when I came, but something about it was fucking hot. There was a primal need to mark her as mine. Letting my body fall on her slightly, she wraps her arms around me, her face in my neck and I love it. I love how she feels right where she is. Her soft skin, the way her breath tickles my skin, I lick the spot I bit. My eyes heavy, I slowly pull out of her, and close my eyes instantly missing the connection to mine. Then I feel it. I feel my cum dripping from her.
Fuck. Fuck! Shit!
Liz
Three earth shattering back to back orgasms, all handed to me on a silver platter by the hottest, sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Trying to catch my breath with my arms are on his shoulders looking at him as he lifts his head. He moves out of me, and I miss the connection instantly. But as much as I miss Parker’s body from mine I suddenly realize that I had completely lost my mind and panic hits.
I know better than to leap before looking. I don’t even know him! Not really anyhow. All I know is the way my body feels around him. His body is still over me, I feel him as he tenses, and I really look at him. The look on his face makes my stomach drop heavily. Something wasn’t right.
Did he already regret what we did? Should I leave now? Damn it!
“Umm…” I start to mumble and he kisses my forehead rolling away from me, falling on to his back. Cold air hits my front, dread is hitting as a surge of wetness between my legs.
Shit.
He hadn’t worn a condom. Crap! I’d been so caught up, I didn’t even think about it the second time. Shit. Shit. Shit! Breathe...just breathe. I tell myself, taking a deep breath, I’m about to sit up when his hand goes to mine.
“Elizabeth…” The moment my full name falls from his mouth causing me to close my eyes. I didn’t want him to see the panic that had suddenly started to filter into my bones.
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