Oh, fuck.
There’s no hesitancy in the way she’s moving on me. She wants me.
Blood rushes through me. I lick her teeth and bite at her jaw.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper before I pin her underneath me. An easy motion. She looks like a dream with her skirt hitched and her legs flush. My whole body is itchy again.
I cover her lips with another kiss. It’s smoldering and hungry. I need her to have less clothes. She doesn’t protest when I strip off her sweater, and she shivers when I run my fingers down her stomach and breathe in the sweet scent of her arousal.
Her scent is so loud. Like she’s begging me. Screaming.Can a scent say things?
I hear the words in my head like she’s saying them.Parker, please touch me.
I lift her skirt. The less between us, the better. When I press into her again, she stops me.
“I need more … Will you?”
I know what she means somehow.
“Yeah.” Then my pants are off.
In the shuffle, I see the underwear she’s chosen. A black lacy thong. I hook my finger around them at her hip bone. “Did you wear these thinking of me?”
I know it like I watched her pick them out at her dresser. I’m moving around where she wants me to touch, and her hips buck.
“Yes.”
I groan, grazing her stomach with my nose.I knew it.
“Parker.” Her voice cuts me. It’s pleading. Demanding.
I keep my grip on her underwear and slip them lower. She writhes against me, my lips just inches below her belly button. Her legs are shaking, and I suck on her hip bone.
“You wanted me to touch you like this.”
“Yes.”
I can’t get enough of her. Wishing. Clawing.
She offers, so I do too. “I wanted to touch you too. So bad, Olivia.”
I stare into her eyes and place myself between her thighs so she can feel me throbbing for her. “Do you want to come?”
She nods. And I kiss her forehead. “Hold on to me.”
We’re so close. And even with thin layers between us, she’s warm. So warm. And I’m hard. She shudders when I grind into her. It’s good for me too, but I don’t think of myself. I adjust till I get her rhythm.
“Oh, Parker. Please.”
Pleading on her lips is enough. It’s all I want.
“I’m here.”
She’s moving on her own. Using me. That’s good.Feel it out, baby.
“Good, just like that.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulder, but she keeps a steady pace. She’s close. So close.