Page 37 of In For a Penny
“No, Parker,” she scowled. “Everything is not okay.” Taking his hand, she pulled him off the couch and through the door into his bedroom. “Now, where were we?” She ran her hand into his damp hair. She pulled him to her until their mouths meshed together. A growl rolled up from deep in his chest as he deepened their kiss to a carnal level.
“I thought you were tired,” he growled when they parted to gulp in a breath of air.
“I’m not that tired,” she answered. Lust flared in his eyes. He laid his hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her back into a kiss. He backed her up until her legs hit the bed. He didn’t stop until she was on the bed with him on top of her.
She had to admit to herself that she was a little scared. Not of Parker. The few attempts she had previously made at sex had all ended badly. With renewed determination, she shoved those thoughts deep down. She would just learn to deal with the pain. Not because she was insanely turned on or felt she owed him anything. But because she was hopelessly in love with him. How had she gone from having a crush on the bad-boy bartender to falling in love in a month?
All those questions flew out of her head the minute he pulled her nipple between his lips. He nipped at it before circling the hard nub with his tongue. She couldn’t stop her back from arching toward him, nor did she want to. Whatever he was doing sent a spike of desire directly between her legs.
He rocked gently against her heat, his hardness rubbing over her shorts in the perfect spot. Releasing her nipple, he turned his attention to the other side. He licked it softly until it pebbled. She felt the wetness beginning to pool between her legs.
Parker started to slide farther down her body, sending her into a panic. It was hard to enjoy something she knew would cause her pain. It had robbed her of the experience she needed to keep up with someone like Parker. He was going to lose patience and give up when he discovered she had no idea what to do. She had only experienced oral sex in her contraband romances.
Both Sam and Karlie had assured her in one of their late-night ice cream sessions that she would quickly become addicted to what could be done with a tongue. But what if it hurt just as much as intercourse? Would that make her an even bigger freak than she already was?
“Okay,” Parker said. He pushed himself up to rest on his knees between her thighs. “I can hear the brakes being thrown from down here. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled. Now she’d ruined everything. She waited for him to roll off of her in frustration. She turned her head so she didn’t have to watch it happen. She would go back to her apartment and bury her head under her pillow for the next week.
“It’s not nothing, or you wouldn’t be as tense as a board or have a death grip on the bed.” He leaned over her and caught her chin in his hand. She had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. Am I going too fast?”
“No,” she said immediately. “It’s just, well, it hasn’t been too good in the past. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try again,” she added hastily. “And I’ve never done… that.”
She felt like an even bigger idiot when she made a vague circling motion near her shorts. Parker broke out in a grin, making Astrid even more mortified. She was positive her face had reached the color of DEFCON 5.
“You’ve never had your pussy eaten?” She felt her face flame even hotter which shouldn’t be possible. “Fuck, I think I just got harder. Yeah, look, it’s trying desperately to escape.” He had rocked back onto his knees, making sure her eyes followed him.
Looking down, Astrid let out a laugh seeing the head of his cock poking out the top of his underwear. Her eyes moved back to his and found a grin on his face. She felt her body relax again.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” he continued. “I know that sex with your condition can be painful. I’ve been reading articles and whatnot, trying to learn what I can. I know some positions work best. I thought we could try those. It makes sense that you’re going to be nervous until you learn to trust that I won’t hurt you.”
“Okay.” She knew he was trying. The fact he had bothered to do some research set him way above anyone else.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m pretty nervous too.” She scoffed. She imagined him having a different woman every night if he wanted to. “I haven’t done this in a while and I’ve spent the last year dreaming about you. I’m guaranteed to come too fast this time. I’ll need a do-over and the last thing I want to do is something that makes you dread the next time.”
“Next time?”
“Hell yeah, next time. I plan on getting you naked and under me or, more likely, on top of me as much as possible until you figure out you can do better. Now, can I please get back to eating your pussy? Knowing I’ll be the first pushed my want into a need.”
She took a deep breath, ready to move forward. When he didn’t move, she looked back up at him curiously. “I don’t do this if you’re not fully on board.”
“Can we start over?” Astrid asked. “I think I’d like a do-over too. Starting now.” With a smile, he bent back down slowly until his lips met hers.
“I’m more than happy to start again,” he growled before deepening the kiss. This time when he had worked his way down her body, she relaxed, letting him take over.
She let him push her thighs open as far as possible without panicking. She let him look his fill without closing her eyes. She even managed not to hold her breath when his eyes, brimming with lust, met hers before he lowered himself down.
Astrid had started to congratulate herself on her bravery when his tongue made its first contact. Then she wanted to scream or cry or sing or write an ode to his tongue. Oh, she liked it. She liked it a lot. It could quite possibly be the best thing in the world.
She felt her orgasm begin to build deep in her core and started rocking against his face. How did she get a death grip on his hair? With a chuckle, Parker raised his head to look at her.
“No, what are you doing? Don’t stop,” she moaned. He lowered his head again, working her body even harder. She could feel him working her clit until she was on the verge of climax. “Parker.” It came out of her mouth in a moan, begging him to continue.
She felt it crash over her like a wave. He didn’t stop even when the lights burst behind her eyes or the room closed in around her. He didn’t stop when she cried out his name. She lay still, panting for breath. He placed soft kisses on her abdomen as it rose and fell.
