Chapter 22 #2
My hand snaked lower and smoothed over her bottom. Her palm trailed down my chest.
We continued to slowly circle each other, caressing each other’s bodies, exploring every line and surface like we were two animals who just met after thinking they were the only one of their kind. It was an exploration full of curiosity, reverence, and intimacy, and neither of us wanted to rush it.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want you to kiss me,” she replied.
She wasn’t going to have to ask twice. I rolled her onto her back and slid on top of her, caging her with my arms. I trailed my teeth along her jaw and took a deep breath to try to steady my racing heart.
God, she smelled so good. She tasted of margaritas and sunshine, and I wanted to swallow her down.
I took her top lip between mine, savoring the sweetness, and groaned as she pressed her tongue into my mouth.
My cock sprung to life between us and I circled my hips, grinding into her, our clothes still separating us. God, it felt so good to be touching her, so right, like something had been missing and now had finally slotted into place.
Her nails bit into my shoulders and I groaned at the unexpected sensation. She hooked her legs around my waist, shifting my cock so it connected to her clit, and moaned into my mouth.
Fuuuck. I wasn’t sure I’d consciously been waiting for this moment, but it was like I’d been let off a leash and I was finally free.
“I think I wanted this all along,” I said as I pulled back to look at her.
Her normally sleek bob was a little mussed and her lips were red because of my mouth rather than any lipstick.
“You wanted to kiss me with tongue and dry hump me in front of my family?”
I laughed. “If I knew it would be this good, then probably.”
I leaned up, creating space between our bodies, and Parker unbuttoned her pajama top. At the sight of the flesh of her stomach, I sunk down to lick and suck and kiss my way up, up, up to her neck. “You have the most gorgeous skin,” I said.
“Must be all the cream puffs,” she said, and I couldn’t help but grin like the cat who got the cream, licked the bowl, and got a refill. “What?” she asked.
“You,” I replied.
“What about me?”
“I like you. I like talking with you and I like saying nothing with you. I like being with you.”
She trailed a finger down my chest and it was the most seductive touch I’d ever felt. “I like you too.”
I shifted to pull off her pajama trousers as she slipped off her top. I took in her body in its full glory. “You’re so beautiful.”
“No, you’re so beautiful.” She sat up and smoothed her hand down my arm. “It’s like you’re made from velvet-coated steel or something.”
I exhaled at the sight of her shifting breasts and the feel of her fingers tracing every bump and curve of my body. “You feel as good as I thought you would when I first ran into you.”
“You taste just as good as I thought you would covered in cream.”
“I like your thumb,” she said, cupping my hand in hers and raising it to her mouth so she could press a kiss to my skin.
“And your hands.” She turned my palm down and kissed my knuckles.
“This trail of hair seems like a tease, a promise of something more.” She shifted to sit in my lap and pressed her hands over my chest. “Like it’s protecting something precious that not many get to see. Or feel. Or experience.”
We both looked down and saw my erection protruding up and out of my boxers, flat against my stomach. I lay back on the pillows and she pulled the material down and off my legs before crawling back over me, her legs either side of my waist.
We locked eyes as she shifted further up, her folds dragging up my thickness. She stopped and huffed out breath.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
There were so many right answers, I didn’t know which one to pick.
Doing what felt good?
Acting on instinct?
Exploring our feelings?
Instead of giving her an answer when I wasn’t sure, I smoothed my hands over her waist and locked them over her hips. I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to, but she had to know I wanted this too.
She started to shift, little movements up and down, the drag of her over my cock sending electric pulses to my balls. The knowing smile framed by that sleek, black bob chased my heartbeat around my body.
Ever since bumping into her in the hotel lobby, I’d thought Parker was fun and intriguing and completely gorgeous.
It was why I bid on her. But how had I never focused on her body more?
Her breasts were perfect and round, with dusky pink nipples that jutted forward like they were begging to be tasted.
The flare of her waist, the sweep of her neck, her soft, hot skin.
Her lips, that smile, the way I could tell when she was looking at me.
It all cranked up my desire into the red zone.
She was the kind of woman who lived in every man’s fantasy.
How had I held off until now? Now she was naked and on top of me, I felt like a bloody idiot for not making a move sooner.
She leaned forward and arched her back. The way her fingers curled against my chest and her arse widened was too much. I sat up and captured her nipple in my mouth, curling my tongue, sucking and pulling.
Her hands thrust in my hair and she moaned. “What are we doing?” she asked again.
I pulled back, replacing my mouth with my hand as I reached behind her and my fingers found her wetness. “We’re rutting, fucking, making love.” We locked eyes and I slid my hand back to her hips. “Is it okay?” I asked.
“Don’t stop. I want this.”
I rolled her onto her back and pressed my lips to hers—my tongue finding hers—exploring her mouth like I wanted to swallow down her words and store them in a secret place where I’d have them forever.
She reached between us, circling my cock and pulling her hand up to my crown then pressing it down on her clit. She lifted her head to look at me and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Adrenaline rushed through me at the thought that I got to make her feel so good and I shifted back onto my knees, grabbed my wallet from the bedside table, and pulled out a condom. Christ, I only had three. It wasn’t going to be enough.
She watched as I rolled it over my cock
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
I bent over her and pressed inside.
“More,” she sighed. “Deep.”
“More?” I asked. I was doing everything I could to hold back.
“I want you so, so deep.”
Fuck. Whatever self-control I had left dissolved and we locked eyes as I drove into her slow and oh so deep.
“Fuck, Parker, I think I’m going to pass out. You feel so good.”
She stroked her fingers up my back and I groaned.
“Everywhere you’re touching me. It feels . . . like I’m going to explode.”
I’d never felt anything like it. Yes, we were in a beautiful place, and yes, we’d had the most relaxing day.
Yes, she had the perfect body and the perfect smile, but they couldn’t be the only reasons this felt so bloody fantastic.
It wasn’t just good sex. This was something else I couldn’t put words around.
“I know,” she said. “How have we not done this before?”
I chuckled as I started to move over her. “I don’t know, but I’m not going to waste a single moment from now on.”
I was wondering whether Prime delivered here, and whether I could order an industrial-sized box of condoms. We were going to need it.
As I thrusted in a steady rhythm, Parker continued her exploration of my body. Her fingers pressed into my collarbones and over my pecs. Her feet swept up my thighs and over my arse.
I lifted her leg up and over my shoulder and groaned as I drove in again from a different angle.
“Just like that,” she whispered as I clenched my jaw, trying to fend off an orgasm charging toward me like an armed battalion. “Shit, Tristan.”
Her expression was panic and desire. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers, wanting to reassure her that whatever she was feeling, I was right there with her.
“Tristan,” she called out. She began to tighten around my cock, and she dug her nails into my chest. “I’m—”
I kept pushing into her, wanting to prolong her pleasure, however painful it was for me. She arched into me and I was gone. I thrust up into her, wanting to get closer, deeper, wanting to share everything with her.
Her entire body shook beneath me. With my head bowed, I smoothed my hand over her legs, trying to soothe her. Eventually she stilled and I leaned and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“What was that?” she asked.
I rolled off her, discarded the condom, and pulled her toward me, our bodies intertwined as we continued to settle and subdue each other.
I couldn’t answer her. Whatever we just shared was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“That was honeymoon sex,” I said.