[ The kisses she showers Angel is are a stark contrast with the way her fingers curl so deeply inside her. They are slow and barely there. Almost soundless with the way Angel is moaning and breathing so loud. Pressing them against her flushed cheeks, a thousand little kisses to that soft, soft skin. Her hand on the other side of her face brushing her hair back, curling around her ear to stroke her thumb over her jaw. This isn't the rushed thing they had been sharing in the car. This is the soft and slow that Parker can't help to drown in, maybe a little selfishly, because she wants to make this last as long as Angel will let her. It's easy to drink in her moans, finding that perfect spot in her that she keeps pushing her fingers against to drag more sounds out of her.
If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]
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If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]