That did it. Exploding into his hand, I let go so completely that, if we did have neighbors, they’d have heard me call his name. That he did that with his fingers wasn’t something I could comprehend at the moment. Kissing me as he pulled out, Parker’s lips soft and soothing now to match the ebbing throbs that were fading quickly, he suddenly broke away again.
“I’m glad you remember,” he said, sliding down in between my legs. “Look at you. Dear God, those breasts. And hips.” His hands moved to each body part he talked about. “Your legs are so smooth, just like this,” he said, leaning down and kissing me at the top of my bikini line.
“Where did you come from?” I asked as his kisses moved lower, and lower.
“Hamlin. New York.” Another kiss. “Pretty sure I told you that,” he teased, his hands moving to the inside of my thighs. They paused. “If I remember correctly, I promised to make you come this way only after you begged me for it.”
Remembering his exact words on the ski lift, I asked anyway. “Really? I don’t recall.”
“I do,” he said, Parker’s voice low and husky. “Say please, Delaney.”
His mouth was no more than an inch or two from me. Seeing him between my legs this way, the aftereffects of an orgasm that he’d brought on with his damn fingers… I almost said the word. But didn’t, just to torment him back.
Smiling, I lifted my chin in the air and braced myself for his reaction.
“If you want me to bury my face in this sweet pussy of yours and only come out until the last time you called my name sounds like a whisper… say please.”
Man, he was so dirty.
I loved it. Absolutely, unequivocally loved it.
Rather than waiting for Parker to pull my legs wide, like he’d promised, I did it for him. Looking down, he groaned. Closed his eyes. And then played dirty.
Parker’s tongue started in the corner of his mouth and, as he opened his eyes and stared directly at me, it glided across his lower lip.
Enough was enough. The sight of him between me, licking his damn lips…
“Please.”
Making good on his promise, Parker pushed my legs so they bent at the knees and opened me even wider. And then absolutely plunged his tongue inside me without warning. It was only a second later that he withdrew and began to use his tongue to play me like a fiddle. Gripping the sheets, I tossed my head back, unable to watch him anymore. I couldn’t possibly be ready to come so quickly already.
But I was.
His tongue pressed, circled and licked in ways I never even thought possible. “Parker, please,” I said, not caring if I begged. Wanting to. Wanting him to make me come again. “Holy shit, are you serious right now?” I managed.
In response, he increased the pressure, his thumbs rubbing circles on my thighs as his tongue absolutely ravished me. Lifting my hips, I asked for more without words.
I couldn’t talk anymore.
My legs began to shake. The tension built and built, and the only thing I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. And maybe the moans of pleasure that may have included a few more cries of Parker’s name.
And then everything came apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the comedown that took longer than usual. I had never, ever, ever come that hard in my life.
When I finally did open my eyes, Parker was gone. It only took a second for me to realize he was reaching for a condom on the nightstand. I watched as he unwrapped it and slowly covered himself, not something that I’d usually associate with being erotic, but this time?
It was the way he looked at me.
“Now that,” he said, climbing back into the bed, “was hot.”
Words escaped me.
“Let me try to remember what I promised you. Oh, yeah, I never did get to finish, did I?”
I shook my head. “No. You didn’t.”
“What I meant to say was that the third time will put the first two to shame. That I would fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life.”
I couldn’t breathe.
