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.
“You 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.