Not with fear.
With wanting more of it. Wanting all of it.
He wasn’t the man I should want.
Then his fingers slid down my belly to dive between my thighs and I swayed in his arms.
The steam in the shower left me fuzzy, then those fingers. God, those fingers.
I lifted my hand to tangle in his hair, as I pulled him down to my mouth. This was where the height advantage worked in my favor. I craned my neck to get to him. The kiss was messy and wet, but I was too far gone to care. Thick fingers sunk inside of me again and again until the steam and the pleasure slammed together like a thunderstorm.
I cried out and he caught each moan with his mouth until I was a shaking mess.
He slapped the water off and swept me up into his arms again. He strode out of the warm bathroom into his room and the swift temperature change maxed me out. Goosebumps washed over me, and even my pussy tightened with the extreme difference.
He whipped his blankets down and set me in the cool cotton lake of his bed.
I rose onto my elbows. “We’re getting the bed wet.”
“It’s going to be wet anyway. I plan on fucking you until we need to go back into the shower and wash off the sweat.”
I lifted my foot and urged him closer. “I’ll hold you to that.”
He covered me as he reached for the small bedside table. Blind, he fumbled with the drawer, all the while his lips were on mine until we were both laughing.
I snatched the condom out of his hand and cupped his length. “This needs to be inside me.”
“Forceful Parker is back.”
I grinned and it took me a minute to line up the tip of his cock with the condom. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at him before. Just the teasing swipes against sweaty skin, but now my mouth watered as I stroked the latex down his length. “Goddamn, sir.”
His storm gray eyes went blind as I drew him between my thighs.
We groaned in unison as he slid his thick head between my folds. I was wet as hell, but he was thick and proportional to say the least. I hissed as I tried to relax and take him.
His arms shook on either side of my head and he dipped his head to groan against my neck. “Parker.”
He was stone still, waiting to make sure I was good.
I didn’t think I was.
Not all alone, I wasn’t.
“Let go, Cash. I need you to move.”
I gripped his ass and felt the bunching of his muscles.
“Parker, you’re so hot and tight.” His voice was little more than a rumble. “If I let go...”
I wrapped my legs around his hips and yanked him down. I wrapped around him and lifted my hips. “Fuck, so deep.”
He lowered down onto his elbows and lightly rolled his hips until he was completely seated. “Now it’s deep. God, you take me so good.”
I arched under him, my skin on fire and my blood seemed to fizz in reaction. He slowly pulsed inside of me until I was so insane I couldn’t think.
“More.” I gripped his shoulders, unable to articulate what I needed, only knowing that this fullness was not enough to get me over again.
He drew back until he was all the way out of me. Until he could watch as he slammed into me. I wrapped my arms around him, his name a chant as he pounded into me with a relentless fierceness that lifted me out of myself until there was nothing but our slapping skin.
