And then got right back down to teasing me like that was all he wanted to do, still pressing that hard cock of his through those thin layers of clothing into me, holding it just above my * so I could feel just how turned on he was, just how much he wanted me, and just how much restraint he was showing by not getting naked and pushing himself into me.
And now that was all I could think about in my hazy and lust-addled mind. I just wanted Parker inside me as soon as possible, but he clearly was more interested in taking his time and making me wait for it. I wondered for a second if he wanted me to beg for it, because by this point, if that’s what he wanted, that’s what I would do. The way he played with my body left me no doubt on that matter.
Now that both of us were completely on the bed, we had a lot more freedom to move around. I felt Parker’s rough hands run up and down my body slowly, hugging my curves while he explored me above my dress, like he was learning the terrain for later. I did the same, reaching into his shirt through the open collar and leaving one hand down near his crotch so I could trace the outline of his hard cock. I knew it was large just by looking at it and feeling it earlier, but as I got closer and closer to having my hands wrapped around its girth I licked my lips in anticipation.
Anticipation was the name of the game - Parker was going so slowly with me, taking his time, but each time I wondered what his motives were, whether he even wanted to fuck me, he would step things up just a little bit and all my wonder would disappear.
Finally, just when I couldn’t take it anymore, Parker slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I gasped as it fell away, exposing his tattoos to the soft light of the dark room for the first time. It was almost as if they glowed in the dark against his skin. I was mesmerized. The intricate designs of the art that covered Parker’s body traced patterns all over him, and I wanted to get out a magnifying glass and see what treasures I could discover hidden in them.
Perhaps we’d have time for that later. Right now I just needed to get that shirt off him as soon as possible, and the rest of his clothes right after. And then my dress. Such a long to-do list we were building!
Rather than let Parker slowly and languorously take off his shirt, I helped the process along by pushing the collar off his shoulders and almost yanking the sleeves off him. The smile on his face grew sharper, and I was momentarily embarrassed at how forward I was being. Then, just as quickly, I realized once again that my forwardness had gotten us both into my apartment and bed this evening, so forwardness definitely had its rewards.
After Parker’s shirt was off, I took it and threw it on the floor, pressing him back against the bed as I straddled him. He lay back and cradled his head in his hands, smiling up at me as I gazed down on his perfect male body. The ripples of his muscles, the way they moved up and down as he breathed, the undulating waves of the tattoos as they moved with him like living, breathing, animals.
Parker was a work of art. I would love to spend days studying him like one, but right now I had more important things on my mind than academics. There was sex-ing to do.
Now it was me who leaned over and kissed him, tracing my lips up and down and all around his ripped chest, my nipples hard against the cups of my bra, pressing my breasts into him while Parker’s moved one of his hands deep into my hair and pulled it gently, while the other hand pressed down my back, giving me a little hint of just how rough he could be.
The way I was sitting, my * sat directly above his cock, separated by almost nothing, and I rolled myself backward and forward over him, savoring the grunts Parker made as we pretended to do what we would soon be doing.
Now that we were teasing each other, the tables were much more even. After I was momentarily done playing with Parker’s chest, I turned my attention to his arms, kissing down each one of them and breathing in his manly scent. I could have gone on like that for hours, but right around then Parker decided things were going just a little too slow for him.
I felt him tense up for a moment, and then before I knew what was happening next, I was on my back and Parker was once again above me, tracing his hands down my body as he moved his head down. I ached for him, suddenly hating that he hadn’t let me take my dress off yet, or taken it off me.
When Parker got down so his head hovered just above my covered *, I watched him smile and inhale deeply. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte, I can’t wait to taste you.”
I moaned, long and loud, from the sensation and from the anticipation and from how hot his words were. I couldn’t form coherent words, so I just nodded, locking eyes with him. Parker reached a hand over and lifted my dress briefly, a rush of cool air coming over my mound and making me shiver.