When he got to the neckline of his t-shirt, he made an irritated noise and tried tugging on it with his teeth, not getting any joy when the fabric didn’t stretch that far. His next move got a twin irritated noise from me because the hand that’d been playing between my legs left me to grab hold of the hem and yank the garment over my head. Then he was back, resting some of his weight on me, leaving the top of his back arched as he stared down at my chest.
“Not going to lie, baby, I’ve spent some time looking at these wondering what they looked like with nothing covering them. I didn’t even know you’d had surgery on them until you told me.”
Was that a bad thing?
“I didn’t want them to be too big,” I explained weakly, suddenly feeling inadequate. I needed to get over that bullshit feeling, but this was Parker… staring at my boobs.
“They’re perfect. You’re perfect. I don’t know how you did it, Ari, but you’ve made something that some women take to the extreme look like it was made for you.”
The feelings of inadequacy slid away, leaving a sense of contentment. And horniness, I mean, I’d kind of been left hanging.
Before I could tell him to do something, he bent down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip of it with his tongue. The feeling was insane and felt like an electric current had shot down to the bundle of nerves that was literally screaming at this moment. When he was done with that side, he moved over to the other and gave it the same treatment while his thumb brushed over the tight bud that he’d just left.
I wasn’t sure if it was possible to come just by having your nipples sucked, but I was fucking close to it. Serious as shit, I was hanging by my toenails on the orgasm cliff, just about to plunge over it. I’d been warned by the surgeon that I might lose some sensation in the area after they cut it to put the implants in, but it felt like they’d attached it to my clit instead.
With each pull of his mouth around them, I raised my pelvis to grind into him. It was when he gave a harsh suck as his fingers pinched the other nipple that I ground up hard, apparently hitting his length perfectly. I shot off the edge of the orgasm cliff like a rocket, and, out of desperation not to scream, I bit down on what was nearest—Parker’s shoulder.
That’s how I rode out the storm, my teeth embedded in the soft, muscular flesh of his shoulder while he continued to work my breasts through it. When it left me, I released him and let my head drop back down to the bed with a muted thump.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, my chest rising up and down quickly as I tried to catch my breath. “That was… I didn’t even…”
I felt him move slightly and opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a satisfied grin on his face.
“Are you ready for the best bit?”
I blinked at the question, wondering what he meant. “It gets better than that?”
“You’re good for my ego, baby,” he snickered and then started shifting his lower half around. Material skimming over my shins clued me into what he was doing—he was taking his boxers off.
Never wanting it to be said that I didn’t keep up, I pushed my hands gently between us to start doing the same thing to my panties, frowning when he wrapped his hands around my wrists and squeezed gently.
“I want to do it. Will you let me?” It was phrased as a question, but I knew it wasn’t one.
Nodding, I watched as he leaned down to lightly skim his nose across the skin between my breasts, just brushing them gently before moving down my abdomen. When he got to my belly button, he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of it and then continued his descent until he got to the waistband of my panties.
“I like these,” he murmured. “We should keep these.”
“If you ruin any of my Agent Provocateur, I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you,” I told him seriously. “I take my underwear selection seriously.”
He lifted his eyes to see if I was joking, likely thinking I didn’t mean it regardless of my tone, but what he saw there confirmed it—I really was serious.
“Do you have more like this?”
To use Sadie’s expression—did the Pope have a balcony?
“Uh, the only time I use anything else is during that time of the month. Otherwise, I like to be pretty under my clothes.”
His eyes widened at this revelation. “You’re telling me you always wear these?”
“More or less,” I shrugged.
I didn’t have the first clue what he was thinking as he stared down at them, but then he groaned and ran the tip of his tongue along the elasticated edge. Grabbing fistfuls of the comforter, I tried to hurry him along by shifting my hips slightly, but he was a teasing bastard from the gates of hell. The man wouldn’t move. He just kept alternating between his tongue and his nose in the same area—and really, there were better areas.
I was about to ask him to move when he reared up onto his knees, distracting me entirely from what had been bugging me. Why? Because he was naked. I might have seen him like this the night before, but nothing compared to what I saw right now.
His cock was long, hard, and looked silky smooth, and I could see the tip and piercing glistening in the light from the bedside table. Just remembering what he tasted like had my mouth watering to do it again, but a hand to my stomach stopped me before I could get far.
“Stay still, baby,” he rumbled.
Ah hell, the control thing. This was what he was talking about. Even something as small as moving was under his ‘control,’ apparently. I could either fight against it, or I could lie back and see what he had in mind.
Guess which one I chose? Damn right, I did.
The hand on my belly slid down until it joined the other one and gripped the waistband of my underwear, gently sliding the lace and silk down until it got halfway down my mound. Flicking his eyes up to check if I was with him, he widened his stance so he could get them down past where his thighs were on either side of my own.
It might not sound like much, but watching him in all his naked glory—tanned, muscular, silky flesh, with an erection on a penis that I was sure would win a penis beauty contest pointing toward me? Fucking amazing. I’d never seen anything as erotic in my life, and I’d watched porn three times to see if what an author had written in a book was possible.
Once they were down and hanging off one ankle, I flicked my foot, sending them sailing away from us.
Parker took his time looking at me from head to toe as he chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. “I’ve got to say this—never in my life have I seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you are. It kills me that you could look at yourself with anything other than relief, you’re as gorgeous as you are.”
Some people might think hearing something like that boosted the ego, but if you’ve got problems with how you look and your body in general, hearing it from someone you liked and respected, it kind of lowered your self-doubts. I knew Parker wouldn’t say anything he didn’t mean. Why would he? He could have anyone he wanted—think different thoughts, Ari. Don’t even touch that subject.
So for him to say it with such conviction, I felt less doubtful that I was enough for him.
Then, he went and blew my mind. Sliding off the end of the bed, he got down on his knees as he pulled me toward him—I’m talking my vagina right in his face. And he didn’t waste a second. He leaned in and swiped his tongue right up my center, groaning when he got to the top and placed a small kiss on my mound.
I’d thought he’d done it so he could say something else, but instead, he traveled back down the way and dipped inside my entrance. It was a strange sensation, but when his thumb moved to cover my clit, I saw why he was doing it. The contrast between his silky smooth tongue and the slightly roughened pad of this thumb working on two sensitive parts of my body? Un-fucking-real.
He worked me until I got back to the orgasm outcrop, sparing a thought for the one that’d only just served its duties there, and then pulled away, leaving me panting and braced for the fall.
“Yo
u can’t be serious,” I whispered to the ceiling, trying to get through the haze to figure out how to kill him.
That was until I heard a drawer open and the crinkling of something and realized he was putting on a condom.
Mary, Joseph, and whoever was doing doggy style at this moment, thank you!
“Let’s move you back into the middle of the bed, baby,” Parker said as he appeared over me again, his cheeks flushed above the slight shadowing of the scruff on his jaw.
Then he pushed both hands under me and moved me up to the top of the bed with my head on the pillows.
Once he had me settled, I raised my arms to run them from his shoulders down to the middle of his stomach, watching happily as the muscles bunched and tensed as I passed over them. This was what the beauty he’d just been talking about truly looked like—a naked Parker Knight.
I’d done my best not to stare at it, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from dipping lower to his stiff shaft, now encased in a rubber. Figuring one touch wouldn’t hurt, I ran the tip of my finger down it, following the path of the veins that popped out of it.
“Baby, if you touch me for much longer, this isn’t going to happen,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I really can’t take much more.”
Judging by the color of his face and how tense he was, I figured he wasn’t lying, so I moved my hand off his cock and onto his hip and tugged him down to me.
As he draped himself over me, I reached up to move some of his hair that’d fallen over his forehead away, staring at his now bright blue eyes. “You’re beautiful, Parker.”
I swear to God, the man blushed at the compliment. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I loved that he checked, even though it was costing him so much to not just do it. “I want you.”
Those three words conveyed everything that I wasn’t quite ready to lay out for him. I wasn’t ready to tell him about my feelings or how desperately I’d wanted this moment with him. At some point, I hoped I’d get the chance to do it, but for now, they had to be enough.
Looking between us, he lifted the heavy length of his erection in his hand and swept the head between my folds. The anticipation was killing me, and it just got worse when he kept notching the tip at my entrance and then swiped it upward again.
This time when he did it, I braced my feet on the bed and lifted my hips toward him, purposefully pushing him an inch deeper inside me.
“Holy shit,” I croaked, shocked at how good just the head felt.
Even through the condom, I could feel everything. Every ridge, every vein, everything.
Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes never leaving my face, and then he used the same speed to push back inside me. By the time he had half of his length inside, I was ready to come.
“You’re going to hold it, Ari. I want you to hold off coming until I say so.”
Was he nuts? “But why?”
“You’ll see when it happens. I want us to come together this time.”
Seeing that I was reaching breaking point regardless of what he wanted me to do, he pulled out slightly faster this time, and then he pushed his full length back inside me, our hips making a noise as the flesh met. I hadn’t expected it, and it did absolutely nothing to help me carry out his previous instructions, but damn that felt good. And the piercing was the most genius invention in the history of inventions because when he ground down, the balls went either side of the bundle of nerves.
Wrapping my arms around him, I had to dig my nails into him to stop myself from moving up the bed the next time he did it. It was beauty and torture at the same time.
Gritting my teeth, I focused on doing what he’d asked and not coming, but it was difficult now. I could also see how much it was getting to him by how tense his jaw was, his half-mast eyes, and the muscle was ticking in his cheek. He looked raw, he looked almost brutal, but he looked like he’d hit heaven, too.
Seeing it, I couldn’t stop the mini-vagina spasm that happened. It was just too much!
“You feel like you’re wringing the come out of me when you do that,” he grunted, the speed of his thrusts speeding up again, making that piercing rub either side of my clit each time he was inside me.
Seeing as how that sounded like a good thing, I waited until he thrust back into me and did it again.
“Fuck!” he barked, shifting his weight onto one arm and sliding the other one between us until his thumb was on my clit. “Wait until I say, Ari.”
Then he began to thrum the bundle of nerves, his thumb pressing down in just the right place. I don’t know what a man feels when a woman’s about to come, but I swear every muscle in my lower half—and probably the top half, too—tensed.
Almost like he was reading my mind, he groaned, “I can feel it, baby. You’re going to come. Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of me.”
I dug my nails in a little deeper and tipped my head back, a wail coming out of me. “I can’t do it.”
“Look at me, Ari,” he growled. “Look at me now.”
Lowering my head back down, I moaned when I saw how tight his face was. Now that he had what he wanted, he sped up again and then pressed down hard on my clitoris. “Now, Ari.”
And just like that, the orgasm swept over me, making my last one look like a loser. My lower half locked down tight, and I screamed loudly as my muscles spasmed around him. I was so deep in it that I didn’t hear him bellow, “Yes.” I didn’t hear him growl, and I didn’t feel it when he came, either. It was so intense that I started to panic at one point, but then I felt the reassuring weight of him on top of me and knew he’d catch me no matter what.
When it started to leave me, I realized that he was now doing a slow glide, in and out, grinding down when he hit the end of me. I was so sensitive that I could have screamed, but at the same time, it sent little sparks out that felt so good, there wasn’t a chance I’d want to stop them from happening.
Finally, he came to a stop, and his head dropped down to my shoulder as he buried his face in my neck, his harsh breathing gusting down my chest.
“I think you killed me,” he panted, and I felt the slight tremble in his limbs.
Locking my arms and legs tighter around him, I huffed, “Me? I didn’t do anything. That was all you.”
“I doubt it! Fuck, baby, I’ve got no words.” There was a moment's silence, and then he added, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I don’t know what to do with it.”
Turning my head so that I could kiss his forehead, I whispered, “Me neither, but we’ll get there together.”
I wasn’t lying. In this, we would get there together. Neither of us really had high opinions of our value. We were both untrusting and wary, but together we created something powerful for each other, so there was no doubt we’d achieve it.
After we’d cleaned up and after we’d kissed until my lips felt swollen, we’d gotten under the covers to watch a movie. And now I had to tell him something that might change his opinion of me.
Parker’s bed looked like one of the popular wooden sleigh beds, but somehow, the designer had managed to build in one of those mechanisms that raised and lowered a television out of the end of it. Either side of the frame were buttons that you pressed to make it happen, and he’d humored me by letting me play with them for a couple of minutes. And then there was the mattress, which was like a cloud. Suffice it to say, I loved his bed.
We were lying cuddled up together, watching Labyrinth, when he said something that gave me the kick up the ass I needed to tell him.
What did he say that sparked a profound revelation? “That baby’s adorable. I’d totally save Toby, too.”
Flinching, I quickly rehearsed all of the words I needed to say out loud and then took a deep breath to do it. “I don’t want babies.” I spat the words out so quickly, though, that it sounded like it was all one word.
“Christ, Ari, you’ve tightened up like a rock,” he mumbled, running his hand up and down my back before stopping with his hand
cupped around one butt cheek. “What did you just say?”
Rolling my head so that my face was buried in his stomach, I repeated, “I don’t want babies, Parker.”
The statement was met with silence, and his hand didn’t even twitch around where it was cupping me. He was quiet for so long that I went against what my mind wanted my body to do and raised my head to look at him.
I don’t know what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t to see him watching television like nothing had happened.
“Did you hear what I said?”
This time he turned to look me in the eyes. “I did.”
“Is that a deal breaker?”
“No,” he replied swiftly. “But I’d really like to know why.”
This bit right here was why I’d avoided saying it. Sitting up, I crossed my legs and shifted so that I was facing him fully. It made me feel like I was hanging off the edge of a precipice, but it was important, so my vagina balls had to get me through it.
“You know I have issues about certain parts,” I swept my hand from my chest to my nose. “And those issues were really bad.” When he nodded, I gave him a sad smile. “Parker, what if a baby inherits those features and reacts the same way? I know my problems are probably based on vanity, but they really affected me. Those thoughts of suicide…” I bit my lower lip and shook my head, trying to shake them off me. “That was the lowest moment of my life. The guy at school had just said he’d fuck me if I wore a paper bag over my head, and the lights were off… I hated myself.”
“He probably had a tiny dick he didn’t want you to see,” Parker snapped, sitting up and running his hands through his hair. “Ari, don’t take his tiny dick on as your problem. You didn’t like certain parts of how you looked, so you changed them. Thousands of women have done the same thing and gone on to have families. It’s doable.”
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