26. Lights On

TWENTY-SIX

My thoughts weren't processing normally. I was overwhelmed. Mentally and physically. I couldn't keep track of where Parker was touching me. His lips and hands were everywhere all at once. After waiting and wanting for so long, it was bliss. He kissed my neck, but kept coming back to my lips like he was afraid he'd lose access if he didn't stay in contact with them.

He wasgentle with his kiss, yet so thorough that I couldn't stop pulling him closer. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. I'd never felt more awake in my life.

I didn't want him to stop kissing me, but the rest of my body was aching for his attention. I rolled my pelvis over his and he groaned. I smirked into the kiss, loving that I was the reason for his pleasure. A memory of us in the shower flashed behind my closed eyelids. I was wet just thinking about it, how he'd pinned me to the wall and fucked my mouth.

I wanted to slow down and take our time, but also race to the end when he'd be inside me. I pushed him back and tried to scoot down off the bed.

"Where are you going?" He was taken aback by my sudden movement.

"I want to suck your cock." I lifted an eyebrow. "Would that be okay?"

He smiled, but shook his head. "Not tonight baby. Lay back and let me take care of you."

Who in their right mind would argue with that? I did as told and watched him turn on the candle warmer on my nightstand. It created the perfect glow around the room.

"I wanna see you."

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered. His body was obviously beautiful. He wouldn't understand. It'd been a long time since anyone had seen me fully naked, and I was highly aware that my body looked different than the last time he saw it.

I sat up quickly and let my worries tumble out. "Are you sure we need the light? I mean, maybe it would be better if we did this in the dark. Do we really need to see?—"

Parker cut me off by sealing his lips to mine. This time he was demanding, forcing me to follow him and let him in. I obliged and was easily distracted. He wasn't satisfied until I had completely melted in his arms. He pulled me into his lap as he sat against the headboard. I traced the ink above his heart. All that time, I thought he had forgotten about me. He actually had a physical reminder of me every time he looked in the mirror. No matter who was on his arm, I was on his heart.

"Are you changing your mind?"

I shook my head so fast it was comical. "No."

"Then tell me what you're thinking." He kissed up my neck and nibbled my earlobe. His hot breath sent goosebumps all over my body. "Hmm?"

"You're… distracting me," I panted out.

He pulled back to give me more space, lightly pecked the corner of my lips. "Tell me why you don't want the light on." He massaged my back in encouragement.

"I don't look the same. Not like last time. My body?—"

"Is different. It should be. You had a child."

I winced. "Right, and I just don't want you to be disappointed." I almost wished I hadn't said anything at all. Maybe it wouldn't have been a big deal, but I'd pointed it out and drawn his attention to it.

"I see." His hands ran down my sides, gripping every curve and dip. "Since you're being so honest, I should be too."

I gulped and prepared myself for possible rejection, but he hauled me against him. My chest was pressed to his and our mouths were so close. His stare burned into mine.

"I'm so obsessed with you and this body that you could do anything you want and I'd still try to get you naked. I've wanted you for most of my life Del. Your body changing is not something that would ever make me change my mind. You are easily the most attractive woman I've ever met. Your body"s just a small part of that. But don't get it twisted." He palmed my ass and rolled me over his lap. "You're always gorgeous in my eyes."

I knew my face was bright red. Hearing him say that made me question why I was even insecure. His words, his body, and the way he looked at me were all indicators that he liked what he saw.

My voice was still small though. "Okay."

"You can understand why I'd want to see every inch of you right?" His eyes raked over my body, catching on the lace between my legs. "Fuck, please believe me when I say I am so on board with this new body." His head immediately dipped to my cleavage held up with the corset and covered by mostly lace.

I giggled when he sunk his head into my neck and groaned.

"It doesn't get any better than this Delilah." He worked to unlace enough of the corset so it slipped down my torso, and my breasts spilled over the top. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. My back bowed in his hands but he held me to him and pushed my hips down as he ground against my core.

"What's this?" He felt around and unsnapped the clasp of my bodysuit that was keeping him from feeling me bare. He yanked the material up and groaned when he felt my pussy against his cock through his boxers. "Fuck, I can feel how wet you are."

I nodded quickly and he chuckled. "So eager, pretty girl." He brought his lips to mine and explored my mouth when I parted on a moan. I was lost to his overwhelming presence. Nothing else mattered. "I want to taste you. It's been so long since you came against my mouth."

Parker picked me up and spun us around so I was underneath his hulking body. I couldn't keep my hands from roving all over his body. The tattoo on his heart caught my attention again, and I leaned up to press a kiss there. Every time I saw it, it was like physical reassurance that even when I wasn't sure, Parker always was. His faith was unwavering and he was entirely focused on me. It was as daunting as it was comforting. He used a hand to encourage me to lay back, and I did while he moved farther down on the bed.

"Do you want me to take this all the way off?" I tugged at my top. It was loosened but still covering my middle. My tits were shoved up a little, and I felt messy.

"No. You look disheveled. I like you like this." He took each of my legs, hooked them over his shoulder and lifted me to his face.

My head fell back at the first lap of his tongue. God, it had been so long since I'd felt pleasure from another human. My drawer of toys was well stocked, but there was nothing like the real thing. His hands tightened on my ass, and I knew there would be fingerprints tomorrow. Good. I wanted proof that this wasn't just my imagination or a drunk hallucination.

I lifted my hips needing more, more pressure, more… anything he was willing to give me. Parker's laughter vibrated against me, and I jumped.

"Don't be greedy, or this will be over too soon." He reached over and fumbled with the top drawer of my nightstand.

"What are you…" I watched as he pulled out my favorite purple dildo and set it next to him. "How did you know about that?"

"I know everything that goes on inside this house." I must have looked panicked because he quickly amended, "Your nightstand is also the least sneaky hiding place you could have come up with. You should be more creative next time."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the pillows, waiting for his next move. He went back to my pussy. Licking and sucking, bringing me to the edge and then backing off. It was starting to irritate me.

"Did you just get it out to mess with me? Your mind games are not welcome here."

"You'll take what I give you. When I decide to give it to you."

"Asshole." I was so wet and ready for him to do something, anything to ease the ache.

"Oh yeah, I'm so mean aren't I?" He sunk two fingers inside me and my head fell back onto the pillows.

"Yes," I breathed.

"I bet you'd really hate me if I did this." His fingers curled hard and reached for the spot that drove me crazy. He repeated the action over and over until I… Fuck. He removed his mouth and I looked up to find him staring at where the dildo was entering me with his fingers still inside. The stretch wasn't unbearable. It was a tight fit but… He blew cold air against my clit, and I squirmed. The action caused me to move up and down on his fingers, and I let out a long moan. He removed his fingers and started slowly fucking me with the toy. He moved in tandem with his mouth, and before long I was writhing and about to fall over the edge. I was caught between fighting it off to draw out the pleasure or giving in because I was afraid he'd take it away again.

"Fuck, you take it so well, Dellie. I can't wait to feel you." His words sent a rush of euphoria through me that sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave and lasted until I pushed him away because I was too sensitive. He laughed and crawled up to lay next to me. He undid my top and threw it on the floor, then pulled me into his side.

I hiked my leg over him like I was staking a claim. "I guess you haven't lost your touch after all." My hand started to creep down toward the deep V etched into his pelvis, emboldened by what just happened. "Can I do what I want now? Or are you going to deny me again?"

He pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed it like I was some kind of princess. His dark eyes were a deep chocolate that made me want to dive in. "You're going to sleep. It's been a long night." It had, but I sent a pointed look to his cock. It was hard and standing straight up in the flimsy material of his soft boxers. Parker followed my gaze. "It'll go away. Let's get some rest." He pulled the covers up over our bodies, and I rolled over so I was nestled against his front. His erection was pressed to my ass, and I wiggled a little, feigning like I couldn't get comfortable.

"Delilah." I faked a stretch, and a strong hand came down on my ass and then pinned me in place. "One more time and you'll get what you want before you're ready for it."

I was pretty sure I was ready for anything Parker was offering, but I yawned when I went to send back a bratty retort, so I conceded for the night.

"Good night Parker," I whispered.

"Night, Peach."