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Startled by his unexpected movements, I lift my face as I look at Parker with a dry throat. He has one arm leaning against the wall above my head, and he rests his forehead against that arm. His eyes remained closed, and his hand holds mine.
"Tell me again that you're sure about this," Parker says to me. His thumb drifts over the back of my hand, sending tingles through my body.
My mouth opens and closes repeatedly, as if I’m a fish out of water. I watch his soft hair falling over his forehead and contrasting sharply with his handsome face.
His shoulders are firm and taut, so desirable, even beneath his clothes. The muscles in his arms are chiseled to perfection, complimented by the veins that trace the lines of his body.
I know I can’t resist his allure. No matter how confused I end up after tonight, I need him more than anything in that moment.
Gathering all the courage I have left inside me, I raise my hands to caress Parker's cheeks. He leans into my touch slightly, his eye closing softly for a moment before he looks at me again.
"I'm sure of this," I tell him, standing on tiptoes, so I can kiss him.
He breathes in, as if surrendering to the inevitable. His hands close around my body after he pulls my coat off with one swift movement.
After that, everything is chaos between us. Doubts melt away from his thoughts, and his arms close around my body with precision. He lifts me up, as if I weigh nothing, and presses his mouth to mine, guiding us into the bedroom.
I’m only vaguely aware of all that is going on around us since there is little else I can think of that is not about him. His kisses are hot, filling me with vigor in the way his tongue moved against mine.
Parker places me on the bed and then, without hesitating, climbs on top of me. We intertwine our bodies, climbing over the sheets until our heads reach the pillows, our mouths melting around each other all the while.
Moans leave my lips as I feel his body press against mine. His hips lunge firmly onto my hips, spreading my legs, and allowing me to feel the obvious erection protruding from his pants as he brushes against my sex.
I let out a longing sound, feeling the impatience and desire coursing through me as his mouth begins to descend along my body slowly, but tantalizingly. His tongue wanders along the boundaries marked by my clothing while his hands move masterfully over my curves. My hands rush to unbutton his shirt while he unzips my dress, making me lift my torso and taking the opportunity to sink his lips against the tops of my breasts.
Moaning, I close my eyes as my tongue glides over my lips, eager as I am to feel his mouth attached to mine again.
Inside, I know that I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. I’ve never been with a man before, because I always feel like I don’t want it enough to give myself to desire for the first time and, foolishly, I always convince myself that my first sexual encounter will not be a one-night stand.
But with Parker, it probably will be a one-night stand. And yet, at this moment, I don't care. I had silently given my heart to him for years, and now, I’m giving myself to him in the only way anyone will have ever had me, feeling only the longing that it would allow me, perhaps, to close that chapter of my life.
Still, his mouth does not seem like something I will ever be able to forget at any point in my future. Wide-eyed, I watched him as he pulls my dress down and stands at the edge of the bed, his heated gaze trailing over my lingerie.
"Fuck. Penny," Parker says as he runs his fingers through his tousled hair.
At that moment, I feel more self-conscious than ever.
Does he find me attractive?
I’m aware, just like anyone else, of the many flaws I have across my body, but for the first time, I’m exposed to another human being. My shoulders down to my breasts, full and firm, are bare, with only black lingerie covering my intimate area. My heels are still on, along with my lace stockings riding up my legs, tight against my thighs and hinting at the warm, skin beneath them.
"Please," I say to Parker, thinking that perhaps it would be better to turn off the lights. "Don't look at me like that."
"How?" he asks me, his voice husky as his gaze flits to mine.. "Like you're not the sexiest woman in the world? Impossible."
I barely have time to process his words before he takes off his shirt, revealing the sculpted and rippling chest, delicate tufts of hair barely covering the center of it and forming a trail down his abdomen, hinting at the sex that is still concealed by his pants.
I watch him, biting my lip and feeling as if I’m being invasive as he unbuttons his pants, under which he is wearing dark boxers that try in vain to contain his obvious erection.
I moan again as he grabs my ankles and pull my body to his, and I have no time to think of anything else. His tongue runs down my thighs, parting them and outlining my sex through my panties. His fingers, nimble and firm, remove my lingerie.
And then I feel him, his tongue pulsing against my sex firmly but determinedly, roaming slowly and hitting all my pleasure points, a perfect form of torture, until he found that little spot, just above my entrance that makes me wild with pleasure.
My body curves up with pure inertia as gasping moans leave my lips and my fingers tangle in his hair. Parker holds me down by my thighs, drawing my body to him as he plunges his tongue even deeper into my sex.
My legs wrap around his neck, trying to resist the tremors that threaten to collapse me as delicious waves of heat spread across my entire skin.
"You're so wet," he whispers, quickening the lapping of his tongue against my inner walls as my breath hitches.
