my sofa, I felt like I would never get enough—couldn’t possibly get enough—of his mouth on mine.
“Tell me this is okay,” I breathed into the skin of his cheek. “Please, please tell me you want this.”
He made a little squeaking noise before nodding comically. I smiled and pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t want to scare you, but I want to take you to my bed, sweetheart.”
“Oh God,” he breathed. “Yes, please. I want that too.”
I kissed him again, just a quick one to tide us over until I could get him into the bedroom, but then I couldn’t stop. I finally grabbed his thighs and pulled him up until his legs were wrapped around me so I could get us there without having to leave his kiss.
Parrish’s arms were around my neck, and his hands were in my hair. I loved seeing him lose his composure when we made out. His skin flushed and his eyes turned a little glassy. Sometimes he even started mumbling nonsense under his breath like funny little reminders to himself about not accidentally biting me or self-deprecating remarks about how he was probably doing it wrong but he wasn’t sure if he really cared since it was so good. I wasn’t sure he even realized he was saying those things out loud, but I hoped he never stopped. It was part of what made Parrish, Parrish.
I stumbled us across the room, barely missing the sofa and stubbing my toe on the coffee table. I bumped my shoulder into the edge of the doorframe, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to get Parrish in my bed so I could strip him down.
“Don’t hurt your big, gorgeous body,” he muttered between kisses to my neck. “I have plans for it.”
I placed him in the center of my big bed like the treasure he was and then began undoing his shirt buttons one at a time, dropping a little licking kiss on his throat and chest as I moved down toward his belt.
“Oh. Oh, that’s… okay. Yes.” His breathing was full of fits and starts which made my dick hard as fuck. His hands fluttered tentatively by his side as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.
I reached out and grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to my hair. Parrish let out a sigh of relief. “I like touching you.”
I glanced up at him through my lashes. “Parrish. Touch me. Please touch me. You have permission to touch me anytime anywhere in whatever way you want.” My voice sounded rough and slow. Maybe I just wanted to make sure he got the message, because I didn’t ever want him to experience one ounce of hesitation in bed with me.
He bit his lip on a smile and tightened his fingers in my hair. “I like that.”
As I moved lower, yanking his shirttails out of his pants, he crossed his ankles behind my back and arched up into me. I moved my hands around, under his shirt to his lower back, and felt the smooth, warm skin there. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous. You make me want to lose control. You make me want to do things to you I’ve never even thought about before,” I said, licking along his dark happy trail.
As I spoke, Parrish’s eyes widened and his lips parted. They were already swollen and pink from our kissing.
“Like what?” he whispered.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Like things you’re not ready for, baby. Things we’re not ready for.”
“What… um…” He cleared his throat. “What are we ready for?”
I moved back up to kiss his mouth because it had been too many seconds since I’d tasted his mouth. “What do you want, sweetheart? What will make you feel good?”
He looked surprised by my question, as if no one had ever asked him what he liked in bed. I hoped like hell that wasn’t true.
He scraped his bottom teeth along his upper lip while he thought. This time, I was able to rescue the poor lip with a kiss.
Parrish pushed me away with a laugh. “I was trying to think!”
“You were thinking too sexily,” I growled before leaning back in and nipping the edge of his jaw. “Think faster.”
Pink splotches appeared on his cheeks. “Um, I’ve been wanting to suck you off. Can I… can I do that?”
Now it was my turn to bite back a smile. “No, baby. I’m afraid I don’t like oral sex. Pick again.”
His forehead crinkled in confusion. “Really?”
I leaned