Facing him with unshed tears in my eyes, I searched for the courage to speak.
“I need things to go slow.” Parker moved to shift off of me. “But I want this—I want you.”
“Never be sorry for asking for something you need. Thank you for telling me,” he said, wiping away a tear that had managed to escape. Pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead, he tried to get up again.
I believed every word from his mouth; Parker wasn’t like my ex. He didn’t disregard my needs or use my emotions to manipulate me. It was like night and day. Parker didn’t just ask me to blindly trust him. He showed me why I should.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I admitted, not wanting to lose his warmth. My body craved his heat and the electrifying feeling that came with it whenever our bodies were near.
Parker nodded his head. “Tell me if I do something that isn’t okay, and I’ll stop.”
I nodded, and he settled between my thighs and leaving open-mouth kisses on my neck. “Is this okay?” he rasped out.
I had no control over my body's urge to writhe and grind against him. My only response was a moan.
He tugged my bra down, freeing my aching breasts. Groaning as he kneaded them, shifting between licking and sucking on my nipples, his eyes never leaving mine.
I was lost to the sensation of his rough hands and mouth on me, my eyes shuddered closed. His fingers slid down my middle,dancing over the scars that lived there. My body went rigid as I felt the familiar twinge of pain that I was never sure if it were real or just in my head.
“Eyes on me, baby girl. Tell me what you need.”
My eyes fluttered open.I am safe.
“Sometimes they hurt, the scars. The ones on my stomach seem to be the most sensitive, though.”
He looked down at the landscape of scars before dipping his head down to kiss my lips. “Want to try something?”
Anything. That’s what I wanted to say, but I restrained myself. “Sure.”
Parker lifted away from me and repositioned me until my body was on top of him. He rested his hands on my hips, grounding me.
“You have all the power. I never want to do anything to hurt you, whether that’s physically or emotionally. We go at your pace. Slow down when you want to or pick things up. You’re with a man, not a boy. I’m not going to run away when things get tough. Lean on me a little and let me show you what it's like to have someone standing by your side.”
I needed that reassurance more than I thought. There were times when I thought my trauma would make me unworthy, difficult to love. I was complex in a different way before. Now I was the embodiment of Pandora's box.
My fingers traced the roman numerals that adorned Parker’s chest before I captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, my tongue licking the seam of his mouth, swallowing his surprised moan.
My hips began to move on their own accord as Parker’s tongue resumed with long, languid strokes against my hard buds. “Parker, please,” I moaned loudly. If this is what it felt like to have his tongue on me, I wondered what it would feel like to have him lapping at my wet heat.
I should’ve know—the slutty little gold chain should’ve been an indicator.
He gripped my hips as I continued to rock back and forth against his hard length.
“Tell me how this feels, baby girl.” His voice was raspy and strained, like he was struggling for control. Pleasure was building inside me, the more he licked, sucked, and tugged on my nipples, the more the fire burned within.
“Words, baby,” he groaned as he ground his body into mine.
“So so good,” I panted breathlessly. “I think I’m going to come.”
My skin was tingling, like an electric current was running through my body.
Just as the words left my mouth, my orgasm crashed into me. Parker abandoned my breast for my lips. His tongue wrestled with mine as he continued to roll his hips, pressing the weight of his length into my throbbing clit. Pleasure thrummed through me as my body shuddered.
Parker rested his forehead on mine as we caught our breaths. He plopped back down onto the bed, looking into my eyes as he dragged his fingers down my center, pressing the dampened fabric into me, sending an aftershock of shivers down my spine.
Following his gaze, I found his pants damp with his release.
“You see what you do to me?” The way he was looking at me was filling me with heat all over again. If there wasn’t a meal to make, I’d be begging for more.
