[ Parker doesn't know what to do with herself but Angel is there to guide her so she follows, doesn't pretend to fight back in the least as she grips tighter around her skin. All small noises, breathless and incoherent, closing her eyes, high note for each curl that hits so deep in her, messy, slick.
Skittering the edge, so close, almost there and then-- then it's a broken sob when Angel pulls away and she's left completely wrecked, forcing her eyes open with a look of betrayal and confusion because why did she stop, god, why, she wants her back and tries to press against her, a needy rock of her hips to try and find her fingers. Voice small and strained, questioning tone. ]
N-No-- Don't--
[ Stop, don't stop, why did she stop, but it is a fraction of a second before she's pushing inside her again and there is nothing she can do against it. Sharp and demanding and Parker gives herself over because that is all she can do. Curls over her, moaning against her skin, teeth scrapping her shoulder, nails digging her back, fingers curling around the sheets and it takes her so little to make Parker come undone. It explodes in her, deep, too much, shuddering violently against her as her back arches and her forehead presses into her neck. It's messy and raw, coming over her fingers with a shiver, rides against them always crudely, loud, so loud and sweet when she cries out for her.
She stays there, breathing harsh, tight around her fingers even after she is done, pulsing rhythm from within. Can't move, can't speak, throat dry. Legs shaking, shoulder shaking, breath shaking. Every part of her feels like stars and she wraps her arms tiredly around her middle, hair all over the place, a thin layer of perspiration over her back and red chest. So completely hers. ]
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Skittering the edge, so close, almost there and then-- then it's a broken sob when Angel pulls away and she's left completely wrecked, forcing her eyes open with a look of betrayal and confusion because why did she stop, god, why, she wants her back and tries to press against her, a needy rock of her hips to try and find her fingers. Voice small and strained, questioning tone. ]
N-No-- Don't--
[ Stop, don't stop, why did she stop, but it is a fraction of a second before she's pushing inside her again and there is nothing she can do against it. Sharp and demanding and Parker gives herself over because that is all she can do. Curls over her, moaning against her skin, teeth scrapping her shoulder, nails digging her back, fingers curling around the sheets and it takes her so little to make Parker come undone. It explodes in her, deep, too much, shuddering violently against her as her back arches and her forehead presses into her neck. It's messy and raw, coming over her fingers with a shiver, rides against them always crudely, loud, so loud and sweet when she cries out for her.
She stays there, breathing harsh, tight around her fingers even after she is done, pulsing rhythm from within. Can't move, can't speak, throat dry. Legs shaking, shoulder shaking, breath shaking. Every part of her feels like stars and she wraps her arms tiredly around her middle, hair all over the place, a thin layer of perspiration over her back and red chest. So completely hers. ]