Page 71 of Mother Parker
“You okay?” he asked. “Want to slow down?”
The absence of his lips on mine and the easing of friction between our bodies frustrated me. It may have been a new sensation, but it was one I’d been craving all my life.
It was time I stopped running.
“Fuck no,” I grumbled and pulled him back to me.
I enveloped him in both arms and pushed back, deepening our kiss. The ground tilted until I wasn’t even standing on it, and we toppled onto the couch. But we didn’t stop kissing. I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to.
I needed him. I needed this. All of it.
I moved my hands south from his back until I felt the swollen cheeks and another groan inadvertently came out even longer and greedier than the last.
His fingers seized my sides and held me firmly to him. I ground my hips. A whimper rolled off him, and I breathed it in, indulging in the fire it lit inside me.
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with knitted brows and pursed lips. When had I stopped kissing him?
“What?” I asked a little too harshly, cursing myself for my apparent inability to speak like a normal human being and not a pissed-off ogre.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said.
“Huh?”
“You look like you’re in pain,” he said.
I sighed and shook my head.
“That’s just my stupid face,” I said.
“Your face is not stupid. It’s…beaut—sexy.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I said.
“Is this your first time—”
“Yes,” I answered eagerly.
“We don’t have to—”
“Clothes off, boba boy,” I said before I regretted it and took him up on the slow and steady thing.
His eyes widened and his mouth curved into a smirk.
“As you wish.”
His hands bundled up my T-shirt, and before I could stop him, he yanked it off.
“Fuck. You are a hulk, aren’t you?”
“I’m not green.” I shrugged.
“But you’re huge.”
“Not to brag…”
He laughed. The melody fired me up. I wanted to drink it. To drink him. I guessed, in some ways, he really was like a little human-sized bubble tea.
“Where has this Parker been hiding?” he asked.
