She opens for me on a gasp, and I thrust my tongue in at the same time my fingers do the same. I taste every inch of her mouth while fucking her with my fingers. She reaches back, wrapping an arm around the back of my head, pulling my hair to hold me closer and kiss me deeper. She meets my tongue with her own, rubbing them together while our moans mix along with the wet noises coming from my fingers in her pussy.
My palm makes contact with her clit and I work her body harder while our mouths stay sealed together. Lily’s cries get louder, and I know how she feels when she’s close. Especially when I curl my fingers inside her and she moans so loud itbreaks our kiss.
“You going to come for me?” I ask, already knowing the answer with how she’s moving against me.
“Fuck, Parker,”she moans. It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.
“Yeah baby, what do you need?”
“You, more, please,” she pleads seconds before I feel her tighten around me, and she’s coming with a loud cry.
I try to hold back my own orgasm, I really do. But the combination of feeling her, hearing her, and it being Lily—My Lilyback in my life again—I don’t stand a chance, and I’m groaning with my own release right into my pants. Thrusting against her ass once as I come.
We’re both breathing hard, and when she turns to look at me, the smirk on her face has me ready to kiss her senseless again. Even more when she speaks. “Guess I was right, your stamina can use some work.”
CHAPTER 25
Lily
I knew openingmy mouth would get a reaction from him. It usually does, but the sharp smack on my sensitive pussy was not what I expected. I yelp at the contact, and go to complain, but I’m silenced by Parker’s mouth on mine once again.
I’ve missed kissing him so much.
I’ve missed how he touches me.
He really does know everything about what I need, though I refuse to tell him. I still haven’t wrapped my mind around what he admitted. What I’ve convinced myself for years. The reason I’ve put so much distance between us. The reason I tried to move on.
He’s only ever been with me.
The guilt slaps me that I can’t say the same. I waited years before really attempting to move on, and it wasn’t even worth it. Some people say your first time isn’t even that good, but withParker it always was. We learned, we adjusted, but it was always perfect with him.
Just like right now.
“You seem pretty pleased with yourself,” he teases.
“Yeah, I mean I’d say I’m pretty pleased in general.” I flick my tongue against his bottom lip. He lurches forward, nipping my lip, but backing away before I can kiss him again.
“Well, now I need to change.” He removes his hand from my pants. I turn around, though I don’t have much room, and it brings us chest to chest.
“Or you could just take these off.” I bite my bottom lip, gripping his pants, popping them open and I’m close to dropping down to my knees right now.
Parker laughs softly, taking my hands in his and stopping me from pushing his pants off completely and I pout.
“We’re going to take it slow. I want to take my time with you this time.” He brings my palm up to his mouth, grazing his lips against it.
“What do you mean this time? Last time we were teenagers and everything was taken slow,” I complain.
“This time will be the same. I waited for years for you…I can wait a little longer.”
“You’re going to kill me,” I groan dramatically.
He chuckles. “Lil, you still got to come.”
“So did you.”
“And it’ll happen again.” He nods.
“I take that as a challenge.” I smile.