I kissed her thigh and ran my tongue over to her mound. I spread her apart and licked soft skin. I held down her legs and continued licking and sucking until I knew she was ready to come. I slowed and slipped two fingers inside. She arched her back and I moaned. Her hips greeted my thrusts, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I moved up her body so I could look her in the eye as I entered her again. She touched my face. I moved faster and faster until she had no choice but to hold my shoulders and crash into her orgasm with a shout. Her whole body shook. I wasn’t done. I flipped us so I was underneath. I slipped my hand between our bodies and massaged her pussy while my tongue delved inside her wet, welcoming mouth. She moved so that she was on her knees and her palms were on either side of my head.

“I love you,” she said, staring into my eyes.

A giant rush of feelings exploded inside me and the only thing I could do was kiss her so that she couldn’t see the emotion on my face. I was afraid of those words. Instead, I put all my energy into pleasing her. I slipped inside her first with two fingers, then three.

“Oh, my God.” Parker breathed against my cheek.

She took several deep breaths and I waited until I felt her walls relax before I moved my hand. I didn’t want to hurt her. When I started thrusting, she threw her head back and rocked against me. Nothing mattered except this moment. I felt my past and my present colliding.

I touched her face with my free hand so she would look at me. “Is this okay?” I asked.

She turned her head to kiss my palm. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Her voice was hoarse and her eyes hooded. She was in the hazy space between orgasms. It was beautiful to watch her find and embrace pleasure.