“You okay?” I ask, wondering if maybe he is uncomfortable.
“Mhmm,” he mumbles.
“Park…?”
“I’m okay….” I wonder if he’s cramping up, but before I can ask, he sits back down and leans forward, his hands go back to my shoulders working my skin a little deeper. Then I feel the problem. He’s hard and thick. His obvious erection bumping against my ass makes me squirm.
We’ve been virtually inseparable for over a month and it still shocks me that a man like him would want me the way he does. How easily he’s aroused around me. I’m turned on just breathing the same air he does and it’s because it’s him. Parker Stone’s everything a man should be. Confident, smart, handsome, accomplished, funny and protective. Sure he’s slightly cocky at times, but it’s because he knows he can be.
The way his hands work my body is a thing of beauty.
That’s when he surprises me.
“Lift your bottom, baby, and rest your head on my pillow.” I look back at him.
“How do you know this is your pillow?” I ask as lean down, doing exactly what he told me to do and for a moment I freeze. What am I doing? Why do I follow every instruction he gives?
I’m not able to think very much as he starts to work my lower back. His hands are just as talented at giving a massage as they are with everything else he does. Cooking, making furniture, making me squirm his hands are those of an expert. He works his hands deep into my muscles, my skin and I’m in heaven. The way he stretches my muscles is perfection. Without realizing it, my sheet slides off, leaving me naked for him. Naked, except for my mint green lace boy shorts.
One of his hands moves to the bottom of my lace encased ass and slowly journey down to my center. Grazing my folds, he teases me until he hooks a finger, pulling the lace to the side, and he slides a finger into my wetness.
“Fuck, baby…,” he growls as I enjoy his touch. One hand at the base of lower back softly touches my ass as he finger fucks me.
“So damn wet! Who are you wet for, angel? Tell me.” He demands in that tone that makes me instantly wetter and hotter for him, only him.
“Park…,” I gasp.
“Is this honey all for me?” His voice is hoarse, while his dirty words make me wetter.
“Baby…?”
“Tell me, angel… tell me, who gets you so fucking wet?” He demands and I clench against his fingers and he growls.
“You...You...Park…,” I gasp. My skin is tingling completely lit up, aching for more.
“Who is this honey for?” He asks still in a demanding voice. He’s in control, and I am okay with that.
His dirty words make me burn for him, while two of his thick fingers are deep inside of me when his thumb grazes my pearl of nerves and my knees begin to shake. Literally shake! He pulls the ruined boy shorts down with his free hand in a blur and I’m not even sure where they land nor do I care.
“You... You Park.” I hardly recognize my voice.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers, angel, I want to watch you take what you want,” he demands, keeping his fingers still and I do. I do exactly what he tells me. I work my hips moving in and out, harder and faster.
“Make yourself come.” His voice is that delicious tone that he uses in bed with me. Demanding and in control. Like a puppy I follow his instructions moving my hips so that his fingers go in and out of me.
His other hand moves to my lower back where he rubs my achy muscles. My breathing is choppy, my skin is hot. Every nerve ending awakening, coming alive sparkling bright and now on edge.
“Come for me, angel. Fuck baby, you’re so damn wet. Tell me, who gets you this way.”
“You... fuck, Park,” I pant, whimper and moan. My body’s on fire, burning bright. My skin tingles and feels tight.
“Come.” He demanded sparking something in me.
“I’m... I’m…”
“You’re almost there aren’t you, angel? Fuck! You’re squeezing my fingers. You’re fucking dripping. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands again, his voice more hoarse than usual.
“Park…,”I gasp.
“Tell me.” He demands again in a clearly strained voice.
Every nerve in my body is alive and tight I want to see him but I can't get myself to look, all I can do is concentrate on breathing and feeling. He slows down his fingers and my body is on fire.
“Honey…,” I whimper at the loss of friction.
“Tell me, Ellie… I need you to fucking tell me. You… Are… Mine,” he says as his fingers slide in and out of me, meeting my own thrusts..
“I’m yours. Damn it, Park? Please!” I beg. Everything in me is too intense, too exposed.
“Tell me again,” he growls, his voice still strained.
“I’m yours!” I yell, feeling frustrated and too tense, my body not only craves more but needs more.
“Yeah. Yeah, you fucking are.” He says gruffly, taking his fingers out of me. I feel him lift off of me and can hear him unzipping his pants. My poor swollen, needy clit spasms knowing what he is about to do and is clenching at the anticipation of him slamming into me.
I feel the pressure of the head of his dick at my entrance, but instead of him slamming into me, he surprises me. He rubs the head of his dick at my entrance, silently. All I can hear is our heavy breathing in my room. I look behind me and watch him. His face is serious, trying to control the wild beast that he hides. The beast that, somehow I bring out in him. His jaw clenches as he stares at my entrance while he teases me with the tip of his dick and it’s hot. It’s erotic. So erotic it makes me shiver and clench in anticipation.
“Fuck.” He grunts. The muscles of his arms, hell his entire hard body is the definition of tense and clenched.
“Park…?”
“Shhh, baby…,” he says, his eyes still looking at where we are almost connected.
“Park...?” I clench again, and I know he sees it because he licks then bites his lower lip. The room is warm, the air thick around us. We are both breathing hard, the room smells of sex and the faint scent of lemons. I need him to fill me the only way he can! “I need…,” I start to say, but he shakes his head.
“I know… fuck… you feel so good, baby... so damn tight, so damn wet. Only pussy I’ve ever been in bare, you feel so damn good.” he says, his voice hoarse and strained. The deepness of his voice is making me shiver, goose bumps cover my heated skin.
“Tell me again,” he pants, his tip slips in me.
“What?” Fighting not to close my eyes, I want to see him.
“Tell me again,” he repeats as he slips in little further into me, stretching me, making me moan.
“Park…?” I can’t think. It feels too good. I know what he wants me to say but everything feels too intense and hot, my mind isn’t able to process anything but sensations.
“Tell me you’re mine.” his voice is a strained whisper, soft but it’s his eyes that kill me. His eyes moving from our connection to my eyes, filled with heat and emotion. The emotions I see in his eyes makes something clench in my chest. Something tightens inside me as something else loosens.
“I’m yours... I’m yours.”
“I’m yours too,” he tells me. His hands splayed at my hips tightly, as he slips in, my eyes fluttering at the sensation of him entering me, deeper. He is filling me so fully, so richly, so completely I don’t want him to stop.
“I’m yours too, angel,” he tells me. His eyes are not moving from mine. Something about the way he tells me this gets to me. Breaking down the few remaining walls I had around me.
“You’re mine, Parker.” I repeat my voice full of emotion, my breathing off, my eyes slightly glassy. My vision of him is blurry, but I don’t close my eyes. Not for a second. Too afraid I’d miss something on his face and not wanting to break the connection. Pulling out of me gently, he surprises me again.
“On your back, angel.” I quickly move, laying on my back with a pillow at my head. My legs spread for him. His body come
s over mine, moving between my legs, kissing me from my abdomen to the space between my breasts. His arms are on either side of my head. His hardness is right at my entrance.
“I know this is going too fast,” he whispers. His lips are against mine. His body is leaning on one elbow, with his tip at my entrance and a hand cupping my face. It should be impossible for him to be in this position but he is and it works. It works really well!
My breath is caught in the center of my throat. The pressure from his dick at my entrance begins to increase slightly. Moving a little, I shift so that my right leg hooks over his hip to try and bring him down closer. He doesn't give me what I want.
“Park…?”
“Shhh... I promise I will get you there, and afterwards I’m going to rub you down so you don't hurt. But right now I need to say this.” He tells me and my heart starts beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings and I’m frozen in place, “I need you to listen”, he says, “Really listen.” His voice is caring and soft, my vision of him is a beautiful blur.
“Okay.” I whisper, slightly breathless.
Mostly because he’s moving so slowly inside of me and it feels so damn good. But there is a small part me that knows it is because he’s right. I’m freaked… No… I’m more scared than freaked out. Probably, I am a little bit terrified.
“I know this is fast. I know you’re scared. I get that. Add in that Thompson played you, then the shit that messed up your childhood, losing your parents, not having something stable to hold onto. I get it, “he says with his deep, rich voice. I know it’s costing him to keep control but he’s holding on to it as he slides in me deeper. So deep I feel lost in him. He works in and out of me, he almost makes me think he’s done talking, but he isn’t.
“I’m not going to mess this up. You bewitch me. I have no idea how, but I’m under your spell. I’m going to work with everything that I am to make you feel the same way. So that you grab onto me tight, so tight, that I’m under your skin. I will use all that I have in me to take care of what we have.” He says and I feel a tear roll down the side of my face, his voice is jagged and breathless.
He slides inside me, completely. His root is firm against me, the weight of his body is on mine and heat is radiating off him. It’s amazing and scary, yet it is the most beautiful feeling I have ever felt. Tears are rolling down the sides of my face and his thumb is brushing them away. I’m silent. I’m silent but it isn’t because I’m ignoring the words he’s said. No. I let them wash over me. I’m afraid that if I try to talk, I will break into deep heart wrenching sobs. Seriously, who wants a sobbing partner in the middle of sex.
“I’m going to hold onto you too, angel. Tight.” He says to me, rolling his hips deeper into me. So deep it’s hard to breathe at how good he feels. Leaning his head down to my ear, “I’m going to knock down all of your walls, Ellie.” My breath hitches and he lifts his head, his face an inch from mine. My hands move to his face.
“You already did,” I admit in a whisper against his lips, moving mine to his.
There’s no rushing this moment. His hips are rolling into mine and my body is arching into his. It’s beautiful. It’s the type of moment that I had only ever experienced in a romance novel. Only it’s better, brighter, yet more exquisite and richer than a five layer triple chocolate cake. Maybe it’s because it’s real.
“Fuck.” He mumbles against my lips. I can feel he’s close. My hands are now pinned by my head, our fingers intertwined together.
“Angel?”
“You have. I tried not to let you in, I tried to fight it, but you’re there.” I panted, a tear rolling down my face, I kiss him.
“Ellie,” he whispers, his voice coarse and strained.
“I’m there...please.” I beg.
He thrust in and out of my body, we move in sync and I shatter, completely and totally.
I feel light and free as I come, knowing that he’s there to watch over me. I know that he will catch me if I fall. He slams into me. Once… Twice… and on the third thrust, I feel it. His dick grows thicker and he pulses when he comes inside me, making where we are connected even warmer, hotter, and wetter. His body falls on mine and it is unbelievable. The weight of his body on me is beautiful. I feel safe and cherished.
“Don’t hurt me, Parker.” I whisper, my eyes are heavy with sleep against his chest. I breathe in the mixture of the soap on his skin and the lingering scent of his cologne. The muskiness of our bodies lingers in the air and I look up at him. His grey eyes on me are soft and warm.
“You’re safe with me, Angel.”
He holds me close. Cocooned in his heat, our bodies still connected, my eyes grow heavy. The last thing that goes through my head before I fall asleep is how beautifully light my shoulders feel surrounded with his weight.
Chapter Fifteen
Parker
Slipping out of her, I bring her to my side, holding her in my arms. I close my eyes.
I’m yours.
Yes… You’re mine.
You already did.
Her voice in my head is all I can hear.
All I can feel.
How I can feel her words is beyond me, but I do. I mean what I told her. I don’t know where the words came from, but I’m so fucking glad that they’d been there. I’d meant every single one of them. I fall into a deep sleep next to her, my face in her hair, her words re-playing in my head and a smile on my face.
I’m yours.
You’re mine.
You already did.
Liz
I wake up on my belly, his strong hands are on my back, the room is cool, and the ceiling fan overhead is spinning. The scent of citrus oil is in the air, I smile.
“Morning, baby.” He tells me with a smile in his voice.
“Mmm,” I mumble not able to speak. His hands feel too good.
“Tell me if I’m pushing too hard or if you need more pressure.” His deep voice is in my space and I smile.
“Okay,” my voice a breathy whisper.
For the next hour, he rubs my body down, beautifully. He takes out all of the knots in my back and shoulders and takes out the kinks in my lower back.
After he’s done, his lips spread light kisses right above the swell of my bottom, then slowly sprinkles kisses up my spine, and across my shoulders. It. Is. Amazing!
Best massage ever!
We lay in the middle of my bed, on our sides facing one another. Our arms over our heads, fingertips touching and legs slightly off the bed bent in the air, smiling at one another. His dimple is teasing me. He is whispering sweet things as we make plans for the rest of our day and week. All of it is so comfortable it makes my insides a little mushy. No, that’s a lie.
My insides are past the point of mushy. If I hadn't been the one living it, and one of the girls would have told me about an experience like this, I would have never believed them. I would have rolled my eyes and told them full of smug confidence that men like Parker, only existed in Sophie Samuels romance novels. Novels that Lucy made us read and that we were all secretly obsessed with.
Yet here he is and here I am, lying next to him with his grey eyes glittering happily, his body completely relaxed, and an easy smile on his handsome face. His lips are so close to mine, that his warm breath is tickling my own lips. All of it only reminding me he so very, very real.
At that moment, I know in the deepest part of my being that I’m a very lucky girl.
I should have known better.
Chapter Sixteen
Parker
Opening my eyes, I can feel the smile on my lips at knowing that my hand is on my favorite spot, her hip. Each time I wake up next to her, my hand is always right there. Her tan skin is soft and silky beneath my touch. DAMN she feels good. She’s the best fucking thing I could ever hope for and more than I could have ever dreamt for. I’m falling in love with the beautiful woman in my bed and I’m okay with that. I’m not terrified at what that means. I’m not worried about not having my hands on
other women in the future or that I could ever get bored. I’m not terrified about a future that others would think of as routine.
What I am is happy. Happy, content and fucking overjoyed. My mind is wild with ideas of what a future with my angel would look like. Watching her, her eyes closed, sleeping heavily in my arms, I pull her close. The heat and scent radiating off of her body covers me like a blanket. It soothes something primal inside of me. Something so primal, that only she has brought it out in the thirty-four years of my life.
Two weeks have passed since the whole massage thing, and things have been great. We’re still inseparable, always finding one another at the end of our days.
My phone rings waking me completely, reaching over to the nightstand on my side of the bed, I grab it. I answer it without opening my eyes.
“Hello.” I say, my voice is obviously raspy with sleep. I glance towards my nightstand, it’s only a little after nine in the morning on a Sunday.
“Parker?” The familiar female voice says and I smile.
“Hey, mom.” I say, clearing my throat.
“Are you asleep? It’s noon?” She says, worry in her voice.
“It’s a different time zon,e Mom.” I remind her.
“Oh that’s right. Sorry... Still though, it’s after nine for you. You’re always an early riser.”
“Mom, is everything okay?”
“Should I be asking you that?” She asks and I look at my angel, still lying on her stomach, dark gaze staring at me.
“I’m fine. What’s up?”
“Your grandfather called me,” she says and I take a deep breath.
“And?”
“He was on a rant about something.” She says softly which only means he was being a dick. My grandfather’s a Grade A douchebag, especially to his daughter. For some reason he had been popping into my office more often than usual and I didn’t know what he wanted.
“I don’t know why you answer the phone.” I tell her honestly.
My mom had been brought up in the wealthy society of Southern California. Her dad, my grandfather had been an extraordinary attorney who had moved up in ranks and had become a judge. When my mom fell in love with my dad, a nobody from nowhere, or at least that’s how grandfather-dearest had seen him, he gave his only daughter an ultimatum. Her family or love, she picked my dad, and Judge Duke Keates had disowned his daughter. Now retired it seems the asshole has too much time on his hands.
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