[ It's not very possible to think when he have Angel wrapping him up in her warmth, it's not feasible to draw any logic or thought or reason when she is moving in such a way against him that he has no defense to it but to take and take and take. He moves harder when she moves her hand to his chest again, gripping her hips tightly. He thrusts up every time she comes down, almost thoughtless to it, comes by instinct, where he settles in in such a way that he can feel himself draw tighter with each stroke and he doesn't know how long he can last (not long, she could always get him there so pathetically easily).
Still, he holds, belly tight and trembling and gasping for air and her name, heels digging in to the mattress.
But then she almost stops and Parker whines for it, can't believe she would-- she would deny him that and he grips even harder to her skin, turning it pink under his hands. Can barely speak for it, feeling so incredibly tight in his chest, more so in his abdomen, lower still, throbbing and slick and so hot he could almost die. He flickers his eyes from her legs to her face, gasping louder as she sinks back down, and god, he thinks he's going to lose it in that exact second. He bites his lip, groaning, but he can't stand it anymore. He wants her, so much, he can barely keep himself still.
So instead, he suddenly sits up, burying his face on her chest. Still giving her control, because he knows she likes it, needs it, and he does too, he needs her to have that, but there's a thin thread he's walking and it's unbearable not to cross it, pounding inside of him so tight, so caught up, can feel all of him drawn up and hard. He slip his arms around her waist, holding on tight, one hand slipping to her ass to lift her up slightly, bringing her down to the thrust upwards of his hips, a bit harder, only so much, but the way he knows she can handle, can take it, would never hurt her like this (other ways, sometimes, unintentional, but never ever like this). He tucks in close to her, knows she will burn him this close but he wants her to. He gasps in her ear, kissing her neck, nosing her skin, her scent, her scent. There is nothing like it.
Parker starts moving, slow at first, bringing his other hand around between them. A little awkward, but he wants to-- do more. She's slick and easy and he doesn't have to do anything but use that to slick his thumb, moving it upwards where she's still sensitive, circular motions, quick and unforgiving with it. A constant symphony of moans into her skin as he kisses her chest, soft bites to her breast, a contrast with the way he moves into her hard, because he needs to, he can't bare not coming anymore and he wants her to let him, but holding on (barely, he's slipping and slipping) until she does. ]
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Still, he holds, belly tight and trembling and gasping for air and her name, heels digging in to the mattress.
But then she almost stops and Parker whines for it, can't believe she would-- she would deny him that and he grips even harder to her skin, turning it pink under his hands. Can barely speak for it, feeling so incredibly tight in his chest, more so in his abdomen, lower still, throbbing and slick and so hot he could almost die. He flickers his eyes from her legs to her face, gasping louder as she sinks back down, and god, he thinks he's going to lose it in that exact second. He bites his lip, groaning, but he can't stand it anymore. He wants her, so much, he can barely keep himself still.
So instead, he suddenly sits up, burying his face on her chest. Still giving her control, because he knows she likes it, needs it, and he does too, he needs her to have that, but there's a thin thread he's walking and it's unbearable not to cross it, pounding inside of him so tight, so caught up, can feel all of him drawn up and hard. He slip his arms around her waist, holding on tight, one hand slipping to her ass to lift her up slightly, bringing her down to the thrust upwards of his hips, a bit harder, only so much, but the way he knows she can handle, can take it, would never hurt her like this (other ways, sometimes, unintentional, but never ever like this). He tucks in close to her, knows she will burn him this close but he wants her to. He gasps in her ear, kissing her neck, nosing her skin, her scent, her scent. There is nothing like it.
Parker starts moving, slow at first, bringing his other hand around between them. A little awkward, but he wants to-- do more. She's slick and easy and he doesn't have to do anything but use that to slick his thumb, moving it upwards where she's still sensitive, circular motions, quick and unforgiving with it. A constant symphony of moans into her skin as he kisses her chest, soft bites to her breast, a contrast with the way he moves into her hard, because he needs to, he can't bare not coming anymore and he wants her to let him, but holding on (barely, he's slipping and slipping) until she does. ]