[ The way she holds her down is almost cruel, but there is nothing but softness for her. Keeps her there, close, not an inch apart. Parker has no intentions of stopping, doesn't care to, likes doing this too much to want to take a break from it. Likes her taste coating her mouth too much, her softness against her lips, the hot and slick feeling on her tongue, the way her fingers hold on so tight it almost hurts (does, barely, the way she doesn't even manage to understand what she is doing).
Parker doesn't get too shy about it either. Angel brings her fingers into her hair and she shivers, moaning against her. Likes the way she pulls on it, how she pulls her closer, draws her more and Parker complies easy, parting her lips with her tongue to draw slow circles around her when she can feel her breath hitch, slowing down as if she wants her to drive her insane with tease. Just this once, though. Then she is back to nuzzling her face between her legs, going faster and harder and merciless on her. Can feel herself growing hotter just from hearing her name so high and sweet in Angel's voice. Likes giving her head far too much, she finds-- and also finds that it doesn't bother her the least, this tiny fact.
Parker moves her hand from her wrist to the back of her leg, the other still firm around her hip. A safety as she buries against her, can feel her coming closer and she wants to ride her over that edge, not just skittering by. Doesn't want her to feel like she has to hold back, knows it's not the most confident of positions when your knees buckle, so she keeps her up, doesn't let her off the hook. And since she is a lot safer like that, Parker presses back against where she likes the most, where she is so sensitive it might just as well hurt, but she knows well how to work around it, only wants to feed her pleasure, until it swells and she can't hold back anymore. Whimpers against her, to the way she feels, to the fingers in her hair-- to the warmth all of this engulfs her tiny shielded heart in. ]
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Parker doesn't get too shy about it either. Angel brings her fingers into her hair and she shivers, moaning against her. Likes the way she pulls on it, how she pulls her closer, draws her more and Parker complies easy, parting her lips with her tongue to draw slow circles around her when she can feel her breath hitch, slowing down as if she wants her to drive her insane with tease. Just this once, though. Then she is back to nuzzling her face between her legs, going faster and harder and merciless on her. Can feel herself growing hotter just from hearing her name so high and sweet in Angel's voice. Likes giving her head far too much, she finds-- and also finds that it doesn't bother her the least, this tiny fact.
Parker moves her hand from her wrist to the back of her leg, the other still firm around her hip. A safety as she buries against her, can feel her coming closer and she wants to ride her over that edge, not just skittering by. Doesn't want her to feel like she has to hold back, knows it's not the most confident of positions when your knees buckle, so she keeps her up, doesn't let her off the hook. And since she is a lot safer like that, Parker presses back against where she likes the most, where she is so sensitive it might just as well hurt, but she knows well how to work around it, only wants to feed her pleasure, until it swells and she can't hold back anymore. Whimpers against her, to the way she feels, to the fingers in her hair-- to the warmth all of this engulfs her tiny shielded heart in. ]