[ Slow kissing might just be one of Parker's greatest weaknesses and Angel indulges her so often she might just as well become an addict to it. She lets go of the kiss, just barely, a reluctant pull for air. Breathes, a little faster, hot against her mouth, wet lips already red from her teeth and tongue. Presses another quick one to her lips, lowering her eyes without moving her face from Angel, foreheads touching, to watch her fingers pull on her shirt. Overly complicated problem for someone that is as distracted as Parker is.
She tilts her head to graze her teeth on her neck, slow path with her lips to her ear, where she takes the lobe in to her mouth, all tease. It is, after all, the best part, the foreplay, the way she can go from zero and slowly escalate to one hundred. She breathes against it, whispering. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ She knows well what she wants, but there is nothing like Angel telling her what she really wants, telling her what to do, because her words are always so carefully picked and she knows, oh, she knows very well she can do anything with her voice and her words and it makes her heart beat faster.
At least the shirt is done with, and Parker doesn't bother to take it off, instead slipping her hand back up under the fabric, up her soft skin, walking over her ribs and settling where she has long learned she likes very much, supple and soft under her inquisitive hand, not squeezing too tight but definitely letting her know that she absolutely loves to touch her there. ]
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She tilts her head to graze her teeth on her neck, slow path with her lips to her ear, where she takes the lobe in to her mouth, all tease. It is, after all, the best part, the foreplay, the way she can go from zero and slowly escalate to one hundred. She breathes against it, whispering. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ She knows well what she wants, but there is nothing like Angel telling her what she really wants, telling her what to do, because her words are always so carefully picked and she knows, oh, she knows very well she can do anything with her voice and her words and it makes her heart beat faster.
At least the shirt is done with, and Parker doesn't bother to take it off, instead slipping her hand back up under the fabric, up her soft skin, walking over her ribs and settling where she has long learned she likes very much, supple and soft under her inquisitive hand, not squeezing too tight but definitely letting her know that she absolutely loves to touch her there. ]