Escaping Parker - F.T. Zele Page 0,49
the fun night alive. Swimming up beside me, he grabs my waist, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Thank you for tonight. I had a nice time being out.”
“I had fun too. No need to thank me. I should be thanking you for dealing with me,” he says so seriously.
My words are nonexistent, wanting to keep it light and fun. For the first time, his insecurities come to the surface, something he keeps in the dark. I’m not sure if he realizes I see him clearly, but the illuminating moonlight is giving me a tiny glimpse into his buried secret.
In a flash, his lips are on mine and my body tingles from head to toe. His hands explore every inch of my body, heightening a need so strong, and I wrap my legs around him, never breaking this passion-fueled kiss.
His hands go under the back of my underwear, pulling me closer to him. His growing hardness presses against me, and it’s turning me on. Without breaking the kiss, he carries me to a blanket he must’ve grabbed from the trunk. He moves on top of me, gently laying me down, and kissing my lips again. His mouth travels down my neck, kissing along my collarbone. Rig continues the trail of kisses down my chest until reaches my stomach, making me hold my breath in anticipation. He drags his finger over the thin piece of fabric covering my most private parts. I gasp and a satisfied smile creeps across his face. He does it again, this time with a little more pressure, watching my face intently. A moan escapes my lips. He curses under his breath and roughly pushes my underwear to one side, exposing me. Loving that my past doesn’t make him hesitant to doing exactly what he wants, he watches me closely and makes sure he isn’t spooking me in any way.
I’ve always been a little self-conscious when it comes to being comfortable with my own body, but Rig makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful, unscarred person. He isn’t taking advantage of my weaknesses, only embracing it, flaws and all. This gives me the push I need to reach back and unclasp my bra. I discard it to the side and he looks me over.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect,” he says in a hushed voice.
He wastes no time, kissing my stomach until he reaches the most sensitive part on me, thrusting a finger in me, and making my back arch with pleasure. The need to release climbs higher. Once he is sure I’m good and ready, he crawls back up to me, and pulls his boxers down. I fumble to get my own underwear off, my fingers tangling in the lacy fabric. Rig adjusts himself till he is placed right at my entrance.
“I have nothing to offer you: I’m not rich and I can’t even promise you tomorrow, so if this too much, I understand,” he says, giving me an out.
“Stop stalling. I know what I’m doing.”
That’s all it takes, and he gently pushes himself into me, gradually at first, slowly moving in and out. He speeds up the pace, his breathing getting fast. With every deep thrust he gives a little grunt.
As I get closer to my own release, I try and savor the moment, not knowing if this will ever happen again between us. Just when I think this is the most amazing feeling I have ever had, he moves his hand down, making tiny circles around my clit. A rush of intensity surges through me, and my toes start to tingle. He keeps doing it, drawing out every movement till I can’t hold on any longer. I let go, riding the waves of euphoria as I’m freefalling. He moves rapidly, tensing up, and empties himself inside me. When I finally float down back to reality, I find myself trying to catch my breath. He lies next to me, doing the same.
My body relaxes while I admire how clear the sky is, and how many stars I can see without the city lights shining. Rig’s scars are illuminated by the light of the moon. I rest my head on his shoulder, pulling the edge of the blanket over me, and trace the scars with my finger.
This experience starts to heal my heart, and at the same time, Rig just stole it. There is definitely a difference between just sex and making love, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.
I’ve been