Love's Paradox

Chapter 15: My Soul Trembles

All thoughts of Ian vanish; my mind and body focus a hundred percent on Parker: the way his lips move against mine, the way his tongue heats my mouth to make my entire being hum with overwhelming desire. His thigh presses into my now soaked panties as my legs tangle around his. His erection sensually rubs over me as his hands cup my butt and force me closer. I groan into his mouth, my hands wandering down his back, then around to grab his cock over his boxer-briefs.

Even though every part of me wants to rip off our remaining barriers, there's something erotic about becoming this riled up while still partially chaste.

Parker's erection jumps and hardens at my touch, and I enjoy the way he says my name like a prayer. We grope each other for several delectable minutes, to the point that I think I might explode if he was inside me.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now." His words are breathy and laced with urgency.

When his fingers push aside my panties and oh-so-lightly touch my clit, I practically levitate. A cry of desire escapes me, and a low, throaty chuckle vibrates his chest. He repeats the motion, prompting my body to arch into him, though this time he continues his gesticulations. A finger slips inside me, and he groans into my ear, panting.

"You're so tight," he murmurs. "You feel like a virgin."

I reach for his wrist and push his finger in deeper while flattening his palm against my semi-covered clit.

"More," I demand.

He retracts and sits up. I want to protest, but I'm too out of sorts to speak coherently.

"Take them off," he orders.

His firm tone sends shivers down my spine, and I obey without thought. I hook my fingers into my panties, draw them down, and toss them over his head. I hear the fabric hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Leaning over me again, Parker kisses me with undiluted passion.

I turn into a puddle. His lips kiss down my chin, throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, below my navel, where he stops. Hot breath fans over my sensitive skin, full of promises.

"Spread your legs." His voice is demanding yet rich and velvety.

Again, I do as he says, exposing myself to his mouth.

Lightly, the tip of his tongue trails over my sex, then down, down, until he enters me.

Incoherent cries burst from me, followed by eager, mumbled pleas as he repeats the motion. So soft, so gentle, yet not enough pressure to tip me over the edge. I restrain myself from digging my fingers into his luscious hair and forcing him on me. Instead, I enjoy every lick and sigh each time his tongue penetrates me.

He repeats his movements until tears of tension fill my eyes. I think he's going to keep this up forever, but then he sucks on my clit, and a finger enters me, curling up to hit just the right spot inside me, stoking an internal flame. My back arcs; several mini-orgasms drive my internal walls to pulse with gratification.

Parker chuckles and withdrawals his finger. "Not yet," he breathes over my wetness.

I whimper in response.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll come for me over and over again," he vows. "Your orgasm will last longer than you ever thought possible."

Goose bumps slink up my skin, my insides smoldering at his promise. I've never been so aroused, so electrified in my life.

His breath rolls across my searing skin, cooling off the fiery parts of me. And then he repeats his devastating laps: barely there licks, deep penetration with his tongue.