Chapter Twenty-Three
Parker
I lay her on the bed and watch as she raises her arms above her head and stretches her limbs. The dark ink of the tattoos extending from her hand, up her arm, and around her shoulder starkly contrasts her creamy skin.
She’s beautiful.
I trace the intricate vines that weave gracefully around her arm, resembling the way real vines might climb a trellis. My finger glides along the delicate leaves, which are shaded with fine detail to create texture and depth. Scattered among the twisting vines are blooming roses, their petals layered and edged with subtle highlights of white ink, making them appear luminous against her skin. Tiny thorns peek out in a few places, and as the design tapers toward her wrist, it becomes more delicate and sparse, as if fading into her skin.
“This is exquisite, just like you.”
I come over the top of her and cradle the side of her face, her big chestnut eyes watching me beneath long lashes, before planting a quick kiss on her lips.
I settle my weight between her open thighs and bring my mouth to hers again. I kiss her, deep and slow, drinking her in as desperate little mewls escape her.
Breaking the kiss, she groans my name as she arches up and presses her body into me.
“So needy,” I whisper into the skin of her neck. “Relax, baby. We have all night for that.”
I leisurely kiss my way down her body. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until she’s a whimpering, writhing mess.
When I reach her thighs, I gently press them apart and find her wet and ready.
I swipe a fingertip across her and then bring it to my lips and suck. Moaning as the taste of her arousal hits my tongue.
Desire burns in her eyes as she lifts her head to watch.
I spread her open with my fingers, and my tongue explores her hot flesh.
She gasps my name as soon as my lips wrap around the tight bundle of nerves, and when I nip at her clit with my teeth, her hips jump in my grip.
I continue to lap at her as I insert a finger into her slick opening and begin to curl it in and out.
I take my time, using my mouth, tongue, and hands to drive her wild. She pants and thrashes as I decrease the pressure, teasing her, bringing her to the edge and back again and again.
Her fingers sink into my hair, and she tries to hold me where she wants me, raising her hips to meet my tongue until she’s trembling beneath me.
I lift my head. “Easy there, Tiger. I’m not done enjoying my meal yet.”
“Parker, please,” she cries.
I chuckle as I return my mouth to her pussy and lock eyes with her, holding her stare as I add another finger, and she erupts.
She chants my name as the orgasm rockets through her.
As she lies there, catching her breath and recovering from the moment of ecstasy, I push myself off the bed.
I reach over to my nightstand and open the drawer. She bears up on her elbow and watches as I return with the foil packet between my fingers.
“Condom,” I say, “Never without one. Never. Not once since I was seventeen.”
“Me neither.”
I rip the wrapper open with my teeth, and she watches intently as I smooth the latex over my erection. Then, I come back on top of her and kiss her.
“Are you ready for orgasm number three?” I ask against her lips.
“Nope, not conceited at all,” she mutters as I position my tip at her entrance.
With one swift thrust of my hips, I’m inside her. Filling her completely.
“Oh, yes, right there,” she moans.
I reach back and grasp her left leg and feed it over my hip so I can move deeper, faster, as I bury my head in her neck.
Her hands twist in the sheets at her sides, and she throws her head back as I pepper kisses down her exposed throat. The soft kisses are a sweet contrast as I pound into her tight heat.
My breaths start coming in short, rugged pants as I try to hold on, but I can feel my balls tighten as the tension coils at the base of my spine. Audrey’s legs lock tightly around my waist, and she raises her hips to meet mine.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunt as her muscles constrict around me.
I dig my fingers into her hips as her hands slide down my back to my ass and hold on when I bear up and slip a hand between us, striking her in just the right spot. Her body begins to convulse, and a guttural cry bubbles from her throat, causing me to lose control. My mouth clamps down on hers as my climax explodes into the condom, and I collapse on top of her.
We lie here, wrapped in each other, her fingers lazily running through the damp hair at the back of my neck until our pulses calm and the sweat on our skin cools. Then, I pull away and stand from the bed. I slide the condom off and tie a knot at the end as I walk to my bathroom and dispose of it. I turn on the sink and splash cool water on my face before switching the faucet to warm and wetting a washcloth.
I return to her and gently wash between her legs before lying beside her and tugging the comforter over us as she curls into my side.
I grab the water bottle beside my lamp and hand it to her.
“You need to hydrate and get some rest because I intend to make you see stars before the morning.”
She takes the bottle from my hand, brings it to her lips, and whispers, “Pretty sure I already did,” before drinking it down.