[ Her shoulder turning red, and there will be hard marks for a long time on her skin that she is not quite sure she will be too shy to cover them or too proud to show them off. But nothing compares to the way Angel looses focus and shudders and her voice goes sweet and high and her words are barely words. She drags her closer with her hands at her begging, pulls closer, draws her tongue over her until she feels the snap. Parts her lips greedily around her when she comes, not letting go even as she rides it out, not slowing down one bit. Drives a harsh shiver down her spine, all red, uneasy breathing and it is almost like Angel was the one with her head between her thighs.
The sweetest thing, the softest touch, and Parker breathes through her nose hard only when she feels her tremble and weak, leaning back from her; near obscene, the way her slick sticks to her mouth, and she is careful to not to touch too much, watching her muscles tremble with a slightly smile. Presses a soft kiss to her belly, to the crease of her thigh, her hip, over and over, slow and methodical, like worshipping. Only then does she help her out, guiding her with her hands to her lap, getting her thighs to both side of hers. One hand slipping to the small of her back, the other to the top of her thigh, petting there but not idly. She kisses her collarbone softly, her neck, all red and breathing fast and still too clothed for all this but-- well, she does want to comply to Angel's request. And she had asked for more earlier on. ]
Okay? [ She asks, out of breath, pressing kisses to her lips, speaking directly against her mouth, doesn't want to pull back. Not to this-- to more. Her hand slowly slips between her legs again. Brushing against her still overly sensitive self, the tip of her fingers easily sliding over her wetness, but not pressing in yet. ] I can stop. I can wait.
[ But, god, she doesn't want to. At all. Just one more. ]
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The sweetest thing, the softest touch, and Parker breathes through her nose hard only when she feels her tremble and weak, leaning back from her; near obscene, the way her slick sticks to her mouth, and she is careful to not to touch too much, watching her muscles tremble with a slightly smile. Presses a soft kiss to her belly, to the crease of her thigh, her hip, over and over, slow and methodical, like worshipping. Only then does she help her out, guiding her with her hands to her lap, getting her thighs to both side of hers. One hand slipping to the small of her back, the other to the top of her thigh, petting there but not idly. She kisses her collarbone softly, her neck, all red and breathing fast and still too clothed for all this but-- well, she does want to comply to Angel's request. And she had asked for more earlier on. ]
Okay? [ She asks, out of breath, pressing kisses to her lips, speaking directly against her mouth, doesn't want to pull back. Not to this-- to more. Her hand slowly slips between her legs again. Brushing against her still overly sensitive self, the tip of her fingers easily sliding over her wetness, but not pressing in yet. ] I can stop. I can wait.
[ But, god, she doesn't want to. At all. Just one more. ]