Feather Light (Knead Me) (7 page)

God help me,
Parker thought as his mouth descended on hers for another sweet kiss. Whatever happened between now and after, he would have to be careful with his actions, as well as his words. As much as he wanted to tell her what he was into, it wouldn’t be easy. People just didn’t come right out of the blue and explain their preferences, especially when it came to the nature of the kink involved.

Barring the negative ideas running through his mind, he swept Ann off her feet and placed her on the bed. The mattress dipped a little under her weight, which wasn’t much to begin with. Parker couldn’t deny the sweetness of her mouth, and he could imagine what the rest of her would taste like.

He hesitated for a moment, vacillating between taking her without explanation and giving her a glimpse of what being with him entailed. Emotion was a powerful thing, as well as the throbbing, living thing pulsating beneath his fly. This woman was short-circuiting his better judgment, yet he was going to stay, feeling the invisible magnet that was drawing him to her. Vanilla was foreign to him after years of sticking to his chosen sexual practice. The mere thought of going through the night without the control he thrived on gave him pause, despite the massive hard-on he was sporting. Her breathing and the thudding of her heart was all he focused on.

Ann tugged on his arm again, as if sensing his uncertainty. “It’s not normal for me to ask men to sleep with me.” There was an unmistakable twinge of disappointment in her tone.

Parker stood next to the bed, feeling the edge of the mattress and orienting himself to the position of the headboard. He trailed his fingers along the goose down pillows that cradled her head. Her hair was splayed over the fine material, and her chest heaved with every breath she took.

He settled next to her, touching the contours of her body before he straddled her. “I don’t hesitate. Believe me, I
want to
take you, but there are few rules I want you to know first.”

“Rules?” There was a slight tremor in her voice.

Parker nodded and focused on the round shape he believed was her face. He lowered himself close enough to get the feel of her body underneath him. “You don’t ask what I’m doing. If you don’t like it, you will give me a word you don’t say very often.”

“A word? What for?”

“Because I will make love to you the way I know how.”

Another round of erratic breathing followed. “Um . . . what kind of word do you want me to use?”

“It’s called a safeword. Anything out of the ordinary—something you don’t normally use. It can even be a name.” He let his lips graze along Ann’s cheek, getting familiar with her scent. Parker felt her shudder, and she clasped her arms around his neck.

“Sapphire,” she whispered in his ear. “Your eyes are the color of sapphire at night. They take on a different hue . . . I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Sapphire it is. Ann? If you feel uncomfortable with anything I ask you to do, let me know, and I’ll stop.”

She took his hands, which were exploring the curves of her body, and brought them to her face. “I will love every minute with you.”

Man, that was all he needed to hear, and his cock hardened even more.
 
Ignoring his body’s immediate response to her declaration was impossible. “See what you’re doing to me?” He took her hand and let her cup his erection. Her body trembled beneath him.

“You want me . . .” It wasn’t a question. The sense of awe he heard in her voice struck him as odd, because she seemed like a desirable woman—at least from what his hands had told him.

“Wanting you was never the issue.” Parker slid out of her grasp, leaving her reaching out for him. He stood at the side of the bed. “Take my clothes off while kissing me.”

Starting her off with soft orders, so as not to frighten or scare her away, Parker reached for Ann’s hand and brought her to her feet. Her hesitation lasted a few seconds before her eager hands went to work.

Ann tilted his face down until their noses touched. He felt her warm breath on his mouth before she kissed him. Plump and soft lips were always a plus. With a sensual caress, she sought entrance to his mouth, her tongue meandering, teasing with slow strokes of hot velvet that made him want her more while she started peeling off his jacket. A soft swish sounded when his coat landed on the floor. His shirt was next. With the release of each button, Ann’s tongue intensified its assault on his mouth. She wanted to take charge, and Parker had to smile.

She pressed her pelvis against his as soon as the last button snapped open, revealing his body for her to see. Parker heard her appreciative moan when her mouth left his. He seized her face to keep her focused.

“I meant undressing me without breaking our kiss.” Parker’s voice sounded unsteady, despite the authority he tried to project. This woman was turning him into one hot mess. He felt his control slipping away. Her kisses made him want to forgo the foreplay and dive straight into her pussy.

“I wanted to see all of you.”
 

Belligerence was one thing he hadn’t encountered for a long time. Because she was unaware of his lifestyle and he hadn’t explained the process to her, he was going to let that one go.

“If you want to see me up close, release my zipper now.” Parker captured her mouth in one swift move, and Ann’s back arched closer.

Parker felt her fingers tremble when she unbuckled his belt. He couldn’t see her face, but her ragged breathing was enough for him to know how he affected her. Grunting against his mouth, Kelly pulled on his belt and tossed the leather away. It landed on the bed with a jingling sound. Next she worked on his zipper, tugging on the waistband of his pants with both hands until they dropped to his knees. After he stepped out of them, he pressed his erection against her belly.

A delightful groan tickled his senses. Her body swayed.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Before she could respond, he applied pressure on the small of her back with one hand and cleared the hair from her neck with the other. He let the tip of his tongue trace along her collarbone as he pushed her backward onto the bed and continued assaulting her soft skin.

“Pull my boxers down now,” Parker breathed against her chest.

His dick was shouting for release. The confines of his boxers were stifling as his need continued to rise. He sprang free before the boxers even hit the floor.

“Parker . . . I want to tell you how you look to me.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I want you to see what I’m going to do to you.”

Parker got on his knees, bracing her body in between. He inched forward like a predator stalking its prey until his cock was close to her face. Bending forward, he let the blunt tip trail along her jawline. She moaned, and her fingernails scraped the sheets before she clutched at them.

“You like the feeling, my lovely Ann?”

“Oh yes . . . but you’re teasing me.”
 

He stopped her by pressing the tip to her lips. She gasped in surprise, and he took that opportunity to slide his erection into the warmth of her mouth. 

“Remember to say
sapphire
when you want me to stop.”

Ann’s head moved back and forth with his cock still entrenched in her mouth. Her teeth rubbed against his sensitive skin, sending ripples of lust through him. Not wanting to get his high before she did, Parker pulled out even as her hands pressed against his ass in an effort to stop him.

“I didn’t say
sapphire
yet.”
 

Her petulant tone amazed him. Parker inclined his head and smiled in her direction. “You’re an impatient woman, aren’t you?”

Ann’s throaty laughter filled the room. “I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want you.”

With his limited interaction in the bedroom as of late, Kelly’s words surprised him.

“Your patience will be rewarded soon. Now, I want you to free yourself from this cashmere sweater and leave your bra on for me.”

Her movements were as fast as lightning. The next thing he heard was the garment being tossed to the floor. Still on his knees, Parker moved back, his hands grazing Ann’s satiny skin until they reached her tits.

He cupped her breasts until Ann squirmed in anticipation. They fit like they were made just for him. With his own lust mounting, he unhooked her bra, and her tits spilled out like waterfalls. Parker liberated her body from the lacy material and traced the roundness until his hands reached her rock-hard nipples. So full and firm. He let his thumbs circle the tips and squeezed. Ann moaned with pleasure, and her body arched forward, wanting more.

Parker pressed her back against the mattress. “I’m aching to hear you scream, baby.” His mouth descended on one tip and sucked. He wanted her writhing against him, and she writhed. He sucked on her tits, his tongue flicking against the tips until her cries echoed in the room.

“Oh . . . Parker . . .” she cried over and over while her hips jolted up toward his. He squeezed her breasts together, licking the edges until his face was surrounded by her softness. Parker let one hand rub her naked torso, snaking under her skirt. He felt for the lacy thong and smiled to himself.

“Remove your skirt but leave that racy number for me.”

The warmth emanating from her was a good sign. The sound of her body rubbing against the silky bed sheets when she removed her skirt was music to his ears.

“I’m . . .”

“Ready?” He supplied the word for her.

Ann didn’t say anything, but from the slight movement of her body, he knew she’d nodded her head.
 

Parker beamed with satisfaction. “Woo-fuckin’-rah!”
 

“What’s with that word, anyway?” She laughed, sounding breathless.

“I’ve had it playing in my head since I was a small child, so I decided to use it. It worked, even if people think I’m crazy or something.” He gave her a winning smile before taking a deep breath. “Now, give me the belt.”

The leather was pressed into his outstretched hand.

“What I’m going to do might push you to your limit. What is the word you’re going to use if I push you too far?” He waited for Ann’s answer.

“S-sapphire?”

“Just relax and let me take you where you wanted to be.”

Parker took one of her wrists and lifted her arm over her head before placing the other next to it. He bound her wrists with the belt, making sure it wouldn’t come undone, but was still loose enough to allow circulation. Testing for slack and finding none, he kissed her to get her heart rate jumping again.

Abruptly ending their kiss, he heaved his body down until he came within inches of her moist center. Ann was radiating with readiness, and his shaft pulsated with excitement.

He pressed his hands against her waist and nuzzled against the skin of one of her thighs. Responding with a moan, she pressed her legs together, providing a welcoming cocoon. He continued to assault her senses with every lick of his tongue. Her moans came out as throaty sighs.

When her jerky movements ebbed, he sat back on his heels and traced his fingers over the lace of her tiny thong. Her stomach clenched when his hand rubbed her skin. With one mighty tug, Parker ripped the thong at the waistline. The tearing of the fabric made his dick jerk.

“I would give anything to see your pussy right now.”

“I can describe my kitty for you . . .”

Expectation laced her tone, and it made him smile. Never, in his years of being blind, had anyone offered such sweet pleasure. Parker nodded and reached forward to touch her face. He wanted to feel her emotions as she spoke. She licked her lips.

“Well . . . it’s cute, I think.” Her mirth had a nervous tinge, and he joined in her laughter. “I like it shaved, leaving a landing strip, just for kicks.” Ann’s face felt hot against his hand.

Another self-conscious laugh filled the room before she continued. Her voice fascinated him. Parker loved to hear her talk. There was a trace of huskiness in every lilt that was growing on him.

“I have a small labia minora hidden by plump labia majora.” She giggled. “Do you want to touch my kitty so you know what I’m talking about?”

Brownie points for her for asking. Parker moved his fingers from her face, letting them drag along every inch of her skin, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake, until they reach her pussy. He felt the smooth skin and touched the strip of hair in the center.

“Red hair?” He smiled.

“Uh-huh. Pink clit, and I’m wet now.”

His cock throbbed at Ann’s declaration. Without a word, he dove down to taste her. Tasting was always better than touching. Her body undulated, and a rippling shudder rocked her when his tongue brushed her tasty bud.

Ann hissed when he introduced a finger into her raging sex. He began pumping, creating friction against her wet wall. Her body gyrated with every thrust. Parker added another finger with increasing speed while her screams of ecstasy echoed as her release drew closer. Her thrashing intensified when she exploded around his fingers.

“Please . . . do it again. I want you inside me . . . please.” Her strangled pleas stroked his ego. Parker straightened and inched forward.

“Where’s the hazmat suit?” When she hesitated, he added, “Condom, darling, condom.”