Page 18 of Falling Double: The Mating Grounds

“I was just helping!” I insist, smiling and trying to relax and let him spoil me, as he so obviously wants to.

“Do I look like I need help?” he teases, laving his tongue over my pubic mound, just far enough from my clit to drive me wild, but close enough to stoke my desire even higher.

“Nope, no, absolutely not,” I cry out, writhing under his attention.

“That’s what I thought. Now be good and let me take care of you. That orgasm you had going before I interrupted has got to be here somewhere in hiding, don’t you think?”

I groan at his ridiculous joke and his ridiculous timing.

Of course, this man can’t even be serious in bed.

“Parks, I swear if you don’t…” I choke abruptly as he circles my clit with his lips and sucks. Hard. I nearly come off the bed at the riot of sensations.

He releases me with a wet sounding pop, looks up and then says in a low, gravelly voice, “You were saying?”

“I don’t care what I was saying! Don’t stop!” I yelp, grabbing his head and pushing it back down. He snickers and goes back to working my clit with his full mouth.

Parker

Finding her in my bed with her hand down her pants has just fulfilled some of my wildest fantasies.

Now, with my mouth on her, feeling her squirm beneath me, I can barely contain my lust.

I thrust against the bed as I lick and suck and prod that sweet little bud, noting which sensations she responds most to. She gasps and locks her legs around my neck, holding me tightly to her, and I can’t help myself from seeking friction against the mattress in response.

As I work my tongue into her, and my hips into the bed, my shorts slide down, and eventually, I have to adjust myself so the elastic isn’t sitting right across my dick. I shove them down my thighs and contemplate taking them all the way off, but decide it’s not worth pausing eating her out to do so.

The sudden rush of cool air on my ass and cock just makes me that much harder as I plunge my tongue into her pussy and revel in her small squeal of pleasure. I feel the head of my cock brush across the sheets as I rock us together, supporting us on my elbows. I manage to ignore the sensation once it registers and refocus my efforts on her.

After a few wondrous minutes of my new favorite activity, she cries out, and her whole body goes stiff around me, her legs locking me in place at the apex of her thighs.

My mouth waters as a rush of her pleasure hits my tongue, and I slowly lap it up, gently working her down from her orgasm. As I do, I gain more awareness of my body, my singular focus on her pleasure now splitting to encompass us both. My shaft is throbbing, standing away from my body and pointing up toward the head of the bed, toward her.

Even my cock knows where it wants to be.

I pull myself away from Imani just long enough to rip my shirt off and slide her down the bed and underneath me. As I notch myself at her warm, ready entrance, I meet her eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Parker, if you don’t do it, I will,” she growls, grabbing my ass and pulling me in closer.

“Message received.” I laugh, kissing her neck and thrusting in slowly. I know this is both of our first times, and although she seems as eager as I am, I want to make sure I don’t hurt her. I’m not a small guy, and she seems so delicate under me like this.

I hear a sharp intake of breath and stop, making eye contact and checking in with her. She nods and pulls me closer again, forcing me deeper as I struggle to maintain control and go slow. She feels heavenly clasped around me so tightly, but I can’t forget myself and lose it.

When I finally bottom out within her, I shift out slightly, then in again, using slow gentle thrusts to make sure she’s comfortably adjusted to my size. When I glance back at her face, she bites her bottom lip and looks at me through her lashes, as if begging me to continue.

As if I could stop.

Her hands slide up my back and trace the lines of my obliques around to my stomach. It’s not flat. I’m muscular, but with a solid protective layer on top. I feel myself grow more and more self-conscious as she traces my body with her fingertips, and I slow my movements, considering a change in position so I won’t be so on display.

“I love how big and powerful you are,” she murmurs, interrupting my intrusive thoughts. “You make me feel safe with you.”

Fuck me.

“You’re always safe with me, Imani.”

“I know. I just want you to know I think you’re perfect, Parker.” She smiles up at me hesitantly. Then pokes me playfully in the gut. “I saw your thoughts run away with you for a moment there. Quit it. I love all of you. Every soft, cuddly bit.”

“Hopefully some of the harder ones too?” I jest, as I give her a harder, deeper thrust. She squirms on my cock and giggles playfully.

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