[ There is nothing that compares to kissing her. Parker sighs, loud, happy to keep kissing her over and over, until there's no more air in her lungs. And she would, if it wasn't for the distracting tug-- makes her shiver for it, grasping her side a little harder.
Taking a quick break from the kiss for it, Parker leans her head back down on the pillow to look at her, sliding her hand from her breast to her neck, petting her thumb along her jaw - stealing another quick kiss before she makes a tiny sound of surprise as Angel's hands grabs at her - which in return makes her cling a little harder to her. Parker squeaks (because there's literally no other verb that describes this perfectly the sounds that escapes her throat) and goes redder... And then goes, pulled so close, only to make another sound when Angel's hand goes lower. And lower... ]
H-hey! [ Not quite objecting to it, but definitely surprised. Feels a surge going from her brain to her belly and then twirl around. She leans in, kissing her, short of breath already, closing her thighs together with Angel's hand between them (can't help it, how could she, when she touches her like so). Pushes her chest against hers, holding her fingers around her wrist - not to stop her, but as a point of anchor. She leans in again, kissing her neck, her jaw, up her ear and nose. Shakey breath, pressing a kiss into her mouth. ]
Warn a girl. [ A whisper, breath of a word, into the kiss, all so wet and sensitive already than any brush feels almost like it shouldn't, like it's too much and it is, because it's Angel's hand and fingers and Parker doesn't ever want to let go of her.
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Taking a quick break from the kiss for it, Parker leans her head back down on the pillow to look at her, sliding her hand from her breast to her neck, petting her thumb along her jaw - stealing another quick kiss before she makes a tiny sound of surprise as Angel's hands grabs at her - which in return makes her cling a little harder to her. Parker squeaks (because there's literally no other verb that describes this perfectly the sounds that escapes her throat) and goes redder... And then goes, pulled so close, only to make another sound when Angel's hand goes lower. And lower... ]
H-hey! [ Not quite objecting to it, but definitely surprised. Feels a surge going from her brain to her belly and then twirl around. She leans in, kissing her, short of breath already, closing her thighs together with Angel's hand between them (can't help it, how could she, when she touches her like so). Pushes her chest against hers, holding her fingers around her wrist - not to stop her, but as a point of anchor. She leans in again, kissing her neck, her jaw, up her ear and nose. Shakey breath, pressing a kiss into her mouth. ]
Warn a girl. [ A whisper, breath of a word, into the kiss, all so wet and sensitive already than any brush feels almost like it shouldn't, like it's too much and it is, because it's Angel's hand and fingers and Parker doesn't ever want to let go of her.
It is only between kisses she talks. ]
Trying to prove yourself right? Wearing me down?