Page 54 of Cruise Control

"Yes, you can, every single night," she breathed out. He chuckled low in her ear and suddenly his hand was in her hair again, pulling sharply.

"I wasn't asking for permission, Paige."

He whispered sweet things to her. Said vulgar things to her. It was driving her insane. She put her own hands in her hair. Everything was happening in hyper-drive. She couldn’t catch her breath. She began making noises she'd never made during sex before, noises she didn’t even recognize. She stopped comprehending anything he was saying. Thinking was impossible. Everything was focused on the way he was making her feel, the way his hands and lips and body were turning her inside out, setting her on fire, ripping her apart.

“Paige, Paige ... I can’t ...” he started to whisper against her ear, but he wasn't able to finish.

It was like a bomb went off in her core and spread to every nerve ending. She let out a scream and her entire body locked around his. She thought her heart might have stopped. She'd never felt anything so intense in her entire life. She could feel his hips pick up their pace and then he shuddered, but by the time he'd finished, she was free floating in her own mind. A gelatinous, orgasmic puddle. She couldn’t feel her bones. He collapsed on top of her and she didn’t care. She stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

“Wow,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath. Parker chuckled.

“That was amazing,” he said, his voice muffled by her chest.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“We should have done that a long time ago,” he added.

“Wow.”

“It almost fucking killed me.”

“Wow.”

Parker laughed. “Are you okay?” he asked, lifting himself up over her. He braced himself on his forearms. She closed her eyes and nodded, licking her lips. All her panting and moaning had left her with cotton mouth.

“Fan-fucking-tastic. Can’t think. Can’t breathe,” she managed to say. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her collarbone.

“It was kinda fast and furious – you've had me a little pent up. You had a good time?” he joked. She snorted and finally looked at him.

“Parker, if that was only 'a good time’, then a great time really will kill us. And possibly set fire to this bedroom. You can run fast and furious on me any time,” she assured him. He smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Finally, a compliment,” he said.

“See? All you had to do was fuck my brains out.”

He laughed out loud.

“And there’s that mouth I love.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure I can recall much filthier stuff coming out of your mouth a second ago,” she challenged. He raised an eyebrow as well.

“And I think I recall you liking it.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, stretching her arms above her head. She felt amazing, like she'd just had a full body massage. A full body massage on a bed of clouds. In heaven. At the same time as having mind blowing sex. Sexy heaven cloud massage.

She sighed deeply and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and they stared at each other for a few silent seconds. She wanted to remember him like this forever, his eyes more green than hazel, smiling down at her, his hair wild and crazy all over the place. His arms on either side of her were strong, the thick muscles taut. She ran her fingertips up and down his slick skin. She didn't want this feeling to ever end.

With a sigh, Parker slowly pulled away. Paige groaned, clinging to his arms. He laughed and bit the top of one breast before completely getting off her. She shivered and realized the glass door was still wide open. Oops.

She propped herself upright and watched as Parker stepped into his basketball shorts. She almost swallowed her tongue. She hadn't gotten a good look at him naked – he was right, things had gone really fast. His body was something to behold, and as her eyes wandered over every inch of him, she promised herself that next time, she would be sure to take things slowly. Play with him. He turned to face her and laughed.

“What?” she asked, blinking out of her daydream and looking down at herself.

“Nothing. I just ... can’t believe we just did that,” he said, running a hand through his hair. She frowned.

“And I can’t believe I had my bra on the whole time, not to mention my skirt. Who does that? I didn’t even notice. We were really going,” she laughed, looking back up at him. He leaned over her and put his hands on either side of her hips. She swallowed thickly.

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