"Parker," I gasp, my thighs clenching around him.
"You're so tight," he says right before kissing me. His tongue explores my mouth with soft and gentle moves, so very different from his thrusts. They aren't gentle or soft. Their sole purpose seems to be to make me fall apart with pleasure. And I intend to do the exact same thing to him. Breaking off the kiss, Parker fists my hair, pulling me a few inches away from his lips. They're swollen and moist, and I can't wait to feel them against my own again. But he places his lips on my shoulder next, then moves them all the way to my neck.
"I want you to show me what you like."
"You're doing a pretty good job without any directions," I say between gasps, and as his hand slides between us, stroking my clit, exploding pleasure hits me in waves.
Parker is the first man who's ever been genuinely interested in my pleasure, not just his own. His lips coax mine, his tongue darts inside, exploring my mouth and mimicking the moves of his hips, making love to my mouth as well.
"So fucking good," he says, driving into me with more passion than before. As I fall apart underneath him, I run my fingers on the rippled muscles of his back, feeling how defined each one of them is. He covers my mouth, his kiss once more gentle. His moves are ferocious and animalistic. And yet I have the distinct impression he's holding back, as if he's afraid he might break me. I want him to break me. I have never wished for anything so intensely before. I push my hips against him, hoping the move conveys what I can't express with words, and I succeed.
With every thrust, he spreads my legs farther apart, stretching me, touching even deeper spots inside me. And it feels so intense, oh—
I cry out, release slamming through me like a thousand daggers, and I arch my back, asking for more and more. I hear Parker's cry mingle with my own, and then his body relaxes over mine.
Not for long, though. I barely have time to catch my breath before Parker pushes himself up with his palms. Drops of sweat drip from his chest. I catch one of those drops with my lips. It's salty and musky. All man. All Parker. I raise my gaze and see that his eyes have a dangerous glint to them that sends delicious tingles all the way down. My pussy is pulsating again, despite my clit being so sensitive I think I will combust if I touched it now. Parker stands on his knees, removing his condom. He bends to one side of the bed and picks up a fresh one. I stare at him with wide eyes as he rips the cover apart and slides the condom over his still erect member. My nub throbs with anticipation, though my entire body is telling me there is no way I am ready for another round now.
"Turn around," Parker commands.
"I don't think—"
"Turn around," he repeats.
"I just came, Parker."
In a heartbeat, Parker lunges over me, cupping my face with one hand and bringing me so close to him that I feel the shot of hot breath accompanying every word against my lips. "And I’ll make you come again."
Scorching.
Hot.
Parker doesn't wait for me to turn. Instead, he grabs my hips and does it for me, pulling me on all fours. I can't see or anticipate his moves in this position, which makes his nearness so much more unbearable. I try to press myself against him, but his firm grip on my hips has me unable to move.
"Anxious, are you? I thought you didn't want this," Parker says.
"I changed my mind."
"Good," Parker says, and I gasp when I feel his lips on my back, trailing up my spine until they are near my ear.
A shiver of pleasure runs through me, and in this precise moment, I am convinced Parker can make me come just with his words. He makes it a teasing game again. He sets the tip of his erection at my entrance, but instead of pushing inside, he rubs around my entrance, going in circles on my clit, drawing a series of shivers from my already tender body. I'm close to climaxing when Parker suddenly drives into me, the force of his thrust causing my legs to buckle.
"Fuck, Jessica. Your pussy is even tighter than before."
We grind against each other in a rhythm that grows more furious with every thrust, and when Parker touches my clit with his fingers, pressure ratchets through every cell in my body.
"I want you to come hard, Jessica."
I whimper, his touch on my sleek folds almost too much to bear. I oblige, and come harder than I ever have.
Trembling, I stretch on the bed, resting my head on the pillow, trying to calm my breath. I close my eyes, the last tremors of bliss still coursing through me. Far too soon though, they fade. And then I have the courage to open my eyes and turn to look at Parker. I expect him to be already fully dressed, mumbling an excuse before rushing out the door. But instead I find him propped up on an elbow, still naked. He's looking intently at something, and I clutch the sheets beneath me when I realize what. The butterfly tattoo on my hip.
He inches closer to me and starts tracing the form of the butterfly with his fingers.
"Your tattoo guy botched this," Parker says, frowning.
Every muscle in my body turns to stone.
He leans in even closer, his thumb caressing that portion of the skin that makes up the body of the butterfly. "He left a scar."