He went so slowly yet so firmly that I couldn’t even believe how turned on I was getting. This was totally a new experience for me and I had no idea how to process it. It was almost as if I was just coming along for the ride rather than being a full participant. I wanted to do more, to touch him more, kiss him more, but I was just so overwhelmed by how good he made me feel.
And while a part of me somewhere deep in my mind wanted him to go a little faster, the rest of me wanted him to go as slow as possible, take his time, so I could remember my night with Parker for as long as possible. Drag it out till I couldn’t help but remember it forever.
As Parker lifted my dress, he moved his head closer, till his nose touched me just above where my panties ended. Again he inhaled and exhaled sharply, making me gasp at the cool air then the warm air rushing over me. I had never felt so constrained, so held back from what I wanted by my panties in my entire life. It was deliciously painful almost to see him so close to me, but know he hadn’t even touched me down there yet and this was what I felt already.
After a minute or so of teasing me like that, with his face so close yet so far to my soaking *, aching for his touch, his tongue, anything that closed the gap between us, Parker leaned back and sat up on his knees. I was confused and looked up at him, but he just nodded and reached down and took my hands, enveloping them between his huge and calloused fingers.
I watched and felt the pull as Parker pulled me up so I was first sitting up, legs straight forward under his knees. Parker let my hands go and I let them flutter down to the bed sheets, running them over and feeling the cool fabric beneath.
Parker placed his fingers around the hemline of my dress and lifted. Finally I knew what he was doing, and I lifted my butt off the bed to help, then raised my arms up so he could take the dress entirely off me and throw it on the floor next to his shirt.
The cool air against my suddenly exposed skin made me shiver, and I tried to hide it by looking as coyly as possible back at Parker, but he clearly didn’t notice. His eyes raked me up and down, pushing into me unlike anyone else’s look ever had before, and I momentarily felt self conscious before I realized Parker had a look of wonder on his face.
“Y-You’re gorgeous, Charlotte,” He said, his jaw opening and closing sometimes without sounds coming out. He looked like he had stepped into a museum to see a famous work of art. I knew I was blushing from the moment I saw his face look at me like that, but as he kept on staring at me, I almost wanted to cry with joy.
Instead, I reached forward and put my arms on Parker’s shoulders and pulled him back toward me. “You are too, Parker.” When our faces met our kiss was explosive, and if my eyes had been open I probably would have seen sparks fly between us, real live sparks, not just the ones they talk about in movies and romance novels.
After a few moments of kissing, Parker pushed me back down on the bed. I thought he would climb over me and I looked down at his pants, wishing he would take them off next - I felt strange dressed only in a lacy bra and panties though Parker still had his pants on, but that wasn’t what he did.
He just watched me, still propped up on his knees near the end of the bed, as I lay back and glided my arms and legs over the soft sheets. I opened my eyes and saw this vision of male beauty towering above me, watching me move and get comfortable, and I wondered what it must be like to come to bed with a man like this every night.
Parker must have decided he could no longer take just watching, because he never took his eyes off me while he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, exposing a sexy happy trail going downward, his midsection still criss-crossed with tattoos.
As he slowly pushed his pants down, leaving just his silky boxer briefs underneath, I could see the outline of his huge cock that a few minutes earlier had pressed against my leg and * through the pesky layers of our clothing that then had been in the way. Now, one by one, those fabric distractions were disappearing and I was getting closer and closer to what I wanted. I licked my lips in anticipation, feeling in my bones and throughout my body that I needed to have Parker’s cock inside me, and fast.
As with everything since we had gotten on top of the bed, Parker took his time and smiled as he teased me, slowly showing off more and more of his chiseled body as I almost began to writhe with desire below him. Finally, though, he got rid of his pants entirely and they joined the rest of our outfits on the floor.
Now we were at least both wearing a comparable amount of clothing. Still, it was too much for me. I sat up, Parker’s eyes on me the whole time, and tugged at his boxers, downward, trying to get them off so I could get his cock out, free it from pressing against his boxers.
This time, Parker let me have what I want and leaned back, giving me full access. When I saw his cock for the first time I gasped out loud. I knew from feeling it earlier that it was big and thick, but I wasn’t prepared for it to be this big and that thick.