[ He doesn't even make the motion of pulling his hand back as she holds it, just stays exactly where he is, warm, hot between her legs. He doesn't stop, doesn't let her breathe. doesn't let her take pause. Instead, he pushes on and on until it gets him what he wants, Angel curling and shaking and he can feel it closer until-- until she arches for him (for him). Parker pulls back slowly from her when he's sure she's done.
He leans his cheek against her thigh, brushing his thumb over her hand, letting her take a breath. Completely lost in the way she lays there, messy and pink and perfect. Parker kisses her thigh softly a couple of times while she recovers, slow and soundly. It feels nice here, but he knows there are other things she wants to do (and he does too).
Pulling her thighs off his shoulders carefully, Parker kisses her a couple more times on her trembling belly. All the little kisses he can get away with. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
He doesn't lay on her right away, instead picking her up carefully to drag her up to the bed so they're more in the center of it. Then he does lay between her thighs, shifting so that she has them both on each side of his hips. Brushing her hair off her face, Parker takes the burnt, scratched hand to hold Angel's, bringing it up to lay next to her head. He leans down then, to kiss her lips that taste of him with his mouth that tastes of her. Doing his best to not to grind too much, his evident arousal rest heavy between them, moving his hips just this little because he can't help not to. ]
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He leans his cheek against her thigh, brushing his thumb over her hand, letting her take a breath. Completely lost in the way she lays there, messy and pink and perfect. Parker kisses her thigh softly a couple of times while she recovers, slow and soundly. It feels nice here, but he knows there are other things she wants to do (and he does too).
Pulling her thighs off his shoulders carefully, Parker kisses her a couple more times on her trembling belly. All the little kisses he can get away with. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
He doesn't lay on her right away, instead picking her up carefully to drag her up to the bed so they're more in the center of it. Then he does lay between her thighs, shifting so that she has them both on each side of his hips. Brushing her hair off her face, Parker takes the burnt, scratched hand to hold Angel's, bringing it up to lay next to her head. He leans down then, to kiss her lips that taste of him with his mouth that tastes of her. Doing his best to not to grind too much, his evident arousal rest heavy between them, moving his hips just this little because he can't help not to. ]