Guarding the Truth Page 7

  Parker leaned into her core. Time to fulfill his promises of ecstasy. Please God, don’t let me come in my pants before I get a chance to squeeze into her.

  * * *

  Madeline’s head was spinning. Perhaps she’d swallowed more of the beer than she thought. Sure, she’d read about oral sex. She assumed it had been mostly fiction. She’d never had a girlfriend she shared such private information with, or rather, who shared such details with her.

  So, she knew about oral sex, logistically. But, he was going to do that to her, now? “Ahhh…” Yes, apparently he is. And Lord, the books didn’t do it justice. Words could not describe the sensation of his tongue lapping over the little spot she knew was her clitoris.

  Her hips shot upward of their own accord, but he pinned her down with his hands on her thighs and continued to lick lower between her folds.

  Within moments, the heat rolling through her reached a new high. The intense pleasure he caused was too much, and not enough. Enough for what? Some unknown sensation lay beyond her reach, inching its way closer and closer to fruition.

  And this sexy god didn’t let up on his obvious feasting. He was going to devour her whole it seemed.

  After licking all around her tiny opening and circling her clit several times, he stroked over it again, hard. He blew on it. And, oh my God, he sucked it into his mouth.

  The response was instantaneous and completely out of Madeline’s control. She held stiff, her butt lifted off the mattress. The orgasm plowed through her, threatening to break her in half. Her vagina pulsed around nothing, the muscles practicing for what they knew would later be a friction that would drive this sensation to yet another level.

  The walls of her channel begged for it. And all the while, he held that tiny little bundle lightly between his lips and sucked until she was able to relax back into the bed, exhausted, but not even remotely ready to stop. She was keyed up and craving more, everything he could offer.

  Madeline had known her clit was surely the key to the entire experience of sex, but she’d been altogether completely unprepared for the intense validity of that fact.

  As she regained her composure, she also regained her sense of modesty. Parker was still lapping at the juices flowing from her. Cleansing her with his mouth. The act was intimate, but she felt self conscious with the knowledge that he was staring at her most personal private parts. Areas of her body that no one, with the exception of her family doctor, had ever seen. No one had even fondled her there.

  No, she halted in that thought. That wasn’t true. Reginald Jones had groped at her crotch, had plucked at her through her clothing. With amazement, Madeline realized the thought had never entered her mind during the encounter of love she just experienced with a real man. One who adored her and treated her with the utmost respect. She was relieved at the realization she hadn’t been terrified or in any way hampered by the horrific experience of her not-so-distant past.

  Madeline smiled involuntarily at this new awareness as Parker lifted his head to rest his chin on her stomach. “What’s running through your mind to put that look on your face?”

  “Oh, I was just thinking how perfect this was. You’re so wonderful. I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

  “Hmmm. That was nothing. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. I was just enjoying an appetizer,” he drawled in a mock southern accent. She could not repress a giggle.

  “Far be it for me to slow progress. Come here. I need to kiss you.” She half feigned yanking him up over her limp body, as if she could have possibly controlled his large frame with her tiny hands.

  “Okay, but only if it’s because you’re sincerely craving my delicious lips on yours. I won’t gladly leave the fantastic spread before me to sooth some sense of modesty you’ve acquired.”

  Shit, how did he know? What was he, a mind reader? Still, she wanted him close to her again. Wanted to have his glorious body weighing her down from above. Wanted to feel his tongue dancing inside the crevices of her mouth again.

  He didn’t deny her, just chuckled, his deep, resonating, intimate timber rumbling through her body, and then he climbed high enough up her torso to lay claim to her lips.

  Madeline could taste herself on him, in him, and was not disappointed. The salty sweetness of her fluids still clung to his lips and tongue. The intimacy was so hot, she could feel the ache resuming low in her stomach. She needed more.

  Parker finally pulled away from her mouth to nibble a path to her ear. He whispered soft words. They weren’t particularly intelligible, but she knew the meaning behind them. An occasional “sweet,” “burning,” and “desire” slipped through her awareness.

  Madeline’s blood began to boil once again. She hadn’t thought it possible to recover from the intense orgasm in such a short time, but she was already needing more from him. Her sex clenched, wanting to be entered.

  “Parker, please… It isn’t fair that I’m naked and satiated and I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you yet.” He wouldn’t let up on the sweet spot behind her ear driving her slowly insane, sending a shudder down her entire body. “You have to…stop that…and get your pants off…”

  Parker finally pulled up and leaned above her. “Are you sure? We don’t have to if you aren’t ready?”

  “Am I sure? Are you crazy? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Was he seriously considering ending the evening like this? Did he think she was completely fulfilled? “How much did you drink, buddy?” She pushed against him to see his expression. “Surely you’re the one who had too much to drink if you’re willing to stop now.”

  It was almost a question. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer once it was voiced out loud. What if he had too much to drink? What if he was the one not ready? She’d forgotten her previous doubts about what may or may not lie beneath those jeans of his. Perhaps he was moving beyond a comfort zone he would never have broached had he been sober. The thought terrified her. She froze.

  This unbelievable God of a man chuckled at her. “Baby, don’t look so stricken. I’m not drunk. I didn’t have anything to drink either.”

  “But I saw you—”

  “Saw me what? Swallow?” He laughed loud. “You saw me swallow all right, about three minutes ago, but your eyes deceived you at the bar. I was drinking a non-alcoholic beer.”

  “Oh.” She was embarrassed by her assumption. Then what the hell was his hesitation for now?

  Madeline pushed Parker off her, which he didn’t attempt to prevent, and sat up straight. “Parker, take off your jeans. I don’t care what you’re hiding.” There. That was said with some level of authority, wasn’t it?

  Parker laughed again and stood beside the bed, fastidiously unveiling his manhood to her perusal. And…holy mother of God. His…his penis…is huge. Full and long and thick and…and bobbing out in quiet supplication. How in the hell is it ever going to fit inside me?

  Madeline knew she was staring at him with her mouth hanging open. But she could do nothing to stop herself. Was unable to tear her eyes from his shaft as he climbed back onto the bed next to her. He lay down beside her, but didn’t move to touch her, clearly letting her adjust to the sight before her eyes.

  Still sitting alongside him, she finally jerked her gaze up to his, embarrassed for staring. He smiled, but she saw he was gritting his teeth behind his lips.

  “It will fit, baby. Trust me.” Had he read her mind? “All men across all time have fit into all women. It just works that way. Calm down.” He reached to lightly stroke her forearm.

  At least he was being delicate about the situation and kindly gave her time to adjust to the idea. It could have been worse, couldn’t it?

  “I… I… I don’t think…wow. Are you sure?” Madeline was less than convinced.

  “Yes, baby. I’m sure. Don’t worry. My cock will fit into you like a glove.”

  Did he say cock? Oh, Lord. That was not a word she was remotely accustomed to hearing. Parker was absolutely
gorgeous and sexy.

  “Touch me. I want you to wrap your hand around me.” More fluid flooded her sex at those words.

  Madeline wanted that as bad as he did and reached to run her palm over his rising erection. He pulsed against her fingers, and she stretched them around his girth until they barely touched. It seemed so natural that she stroked up and down the shaft, lightly at first, and then with slightly more pressure. When she released him to touch the wetness leaking from the tip with one finger, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it against his chest.

  Her gaze moved from his rock hardness to his glazed eyes.

  “You have to stop that. I’ll come in your hand. I want to be inside you when I come.” His voice was hoarse, gravelly with need.

  * * *

  Parker released Madeline’s hand and resumed a soft meandering touch on her arm.

  He gently guided her to lie back onto the bed and began exploring her in earnest once more, his eyes all over her resplendent skin, taking in first her arms and torso and then returning to her breasts and puckered nipples. He lightly flicked the little points, making them stand at attention and beg for mercy. Mercy he needed. He was nearly holding his breath to keep from taking her too fast.

  His cock leaked pre-come and throbbed with need, pressed up against her side. Her chest was a splotchy red example of a Rorschach test.

  “Are you okay?” Please say yes.

  “Hmmm. I guess, but…don’t…um… Just warn me first okay?”

  Oh, baby, you’re going to beg me to push inside you to the hilt before I do it. “I will, don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning in to her ear. He had to make her relax again. He didn’t want to hurt her or make her feel pressured, even though the restraint was killing him.

  For several minutes, Parker explored Madeline’s body with his fingers, fondling her nipples and roaming over her slim flat stomach. When she was once again heated and willing, he ventured to her thighs and gradually swirled light little circles on them, making her raise her hips, begging for a more intimate touch. With each caress he moved his hand higher and higher toward her center.

  “Baby, spread your legs for me. I want to touch you,” he whispered into her ear.

  She readily obeyed, which was all he needed to be assured she was once again burning with need.

  Parker stroked her soft entrance with the tips of his fingers, intermittently lifting his hand ever so gracefully to draw teasing circles around her fiery nub, only to return lower and repeat the process. She panted in response and squirmed ineffectively beneath his unrelenting touch.

  Her raised pussy pleaded with him to enter it, but he wanted her to float even higher before he penetrated her. He gently squeezed her swollen lips together, making her writhe. Her head rocked back and forth, and when he glanced at her face, he found her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.

  When he released her outer sex and moved away from the aching burn surely humming at her entrance, she moaned and lifted her hips several more inches off the bed, grasping futilely at the comforter with her hands at her sides.

  He grinned at the thought that she had no idea of her lack of control, her inability to even reach for him at this point. Her every thought was clearly focused on her need to explode, to have him enter her.

  He didn’t want her to come with just clitoral stimulation this time, so when he reached up and pinched the tight, hot nub between two fingers, he only lingered a moment before releasing her. It was long enough, though. She screamed. His beautiful, sexy, wanton woman screamed for release, and he hadn’t even penetrated her. There was nothing sexier in the entire universe. His cock thickened even more beside her.

  Parker decided the torture had reached a peak and it was time to put her out of her misery. He cupped her mound and slowly let his middle finger slide into her milking center. Shit. She’s so tight. Fuck.

  He found himself worried that perhaps she was right, maybe he would not fit. Parker, that’s crazy. Just stretch her. Well, that wasn’t going to happen, because in an instant it was obvious Madeline would not last long enough to stretch her sweet channel.

  He cautiously pushed his one single digit into her as far as he could and bent it to drag back over her G-spot on the way out. He had to apply pressure to her mound to keep her from flying off the bed. She was so unbelievably responsive splayed out for his perusal. Not an experience, he was sure, that most men ever got to have. Pure abandonment. It warmed his soul.

  “Oh…oh…” She rocked her head back and forth faster now, aware of nothing but her intense drive to explode around his finger.

  On the second time in, he added another finger to the first. The two fingers fought to squeeze through the tight barrier. So that’s what a hymen feels like.

  Parker had never touched a woman with her virginity so unbelievably intact. He didn’t think he broke the tight ring of skin, but he debated whether he should do it now or risk hurting her later when she had to deal with his incredible girth at the same time.

  It didn’t matter, because before he could even finish the thought, Madeline shot off like a rocket as he dragged his two-fingered invasion once again across her G-spot, at the same time applying the right amount of pressure with his palm against her clit. He didn’t move an inch, just watched her face strain with the pleasure he felt pumping his two small fingers. This was what heaven was like.

  If I die right now, I’ll be happy. No event in Parker’s life would ever come close to topping this experience. Madeline’s excruciatingly slender entrance milked him over and over again. An orgasm that didn’t want to end.

  When she finally started to come down, only then did Parker gradually pull free of her sheath.

  He broke the silence, aching with the need to enter her. “You okay?” he tentatively whispered in the general direction of her ear. He brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and smoothed the silky locks back from her flushed face. He held his breath.

  Madeline opened her eyes. “No, not really.”

  Shit. That was unexpected.

  “I’d be better if you would quit messing around, climb on top of me, and—”

  He broke off her words with a passionate kiss while moving his body between her legs. He could not wait any longer.

  * * *

  Madeline needed more action, and now was not soon enough. The fiery orgasm of a few minutes ago only served to wet her need to have him inside her. His fingers triggered a desire she never knew existed. A list of new experiences was growing longer by the minute.

  If Parker didn’t make love to her right now, she was going to start to feel like a wanton hussy, begging him over and over to violate her. She no longer considered the fact that he probably wasn’t going to fit inside her. The thought didn’t warrant further merit. It simply didn’t matter with her walls aching to have his erection filling her completely.

  Parker bent to place what she assumed was a condom on—a condom that surfaced out of thin air—and climbed on top of her body. She didn’t care where it came from or how he managed to produce it so quickly. He returned his gaze to her face.

  At her soaking entrance he said, “Maddie, it’s going to hurt this first time. You’re so damn tight. Even my fingers were squeezed by the walls of your pussy.”

  Pussy! There was another word she’d ever used out loud. Heat rose in her cheeks as he pushed his way into her channel.

  The pleasure-pain was intense. Both feelings warred with each other. How far was he in?

  “Baby, you have to breathe and relax a little. You’re so tense, the pain will be worse. I’m barely inside you. I’m going to move now. In and out, a little farther each time until I’m all the way in… If I can make it that long…” He mumbled those last words through gritted teeth.

  She could feel her walls stretching around him but also craved more. She lifted her torso toward him to end the battle he was waging to remain slow. It caught him off guard, and she took the opportunity to do it again, lodging him deeper with each
thrust.

  “Holy shit. I’ll never last.” His breath was coming out in pants, making it difficult for him to enunciate his words. His face was strained, his teeth gritting together, using every bit of energy he had left to hold back.

  “Please… I need more…” She was losing ground among the new feeling of being completely filled by a man. It was so much more powerful than the two orgasms she’d had with the aid of his mouth and hands.

  Finally he pushed the last bit in and relaxed infinitesimally against her. For a moment she concentrated on accommodating him, and then she also began to relax. Her core was threatening to milk him in yet another orgasm. She could feel the building pressure of need. “Please…move. Parker? Move.”

  He did, pulling out and then shoving in to the hilt. Did he reach too far in? Was that possible? Surely not. The sensation was beyond words. Exquisite. Better than her wildest dreams. And it kept getting better, increasing the need with every thrust. The friction pushed her to the edge of another orgasm.

  He was panting.

  “Oh baby, I’m going to come. Come with me.” He reached between them, pinched her clitoris between two fingers, and rolled the little bundle. She exploded in a third orgasm at the same moment Parker also came. Even through the condom, Madeline could feel the pulsing liquid spurting out of him. She thought of the barrier that prevented his semen from getting to their destination and wondered what it might feel like to have sex without the condom.

  A deep sense of satisfaction settled into Madeline’s heart. Her whole body was relieved and sated. She sank as deep into the bed as possible and drifted off, unable to stop herself.

  She was vaguely aware of Parker climbing off her and returning to wipe her gently with a wash cloth, taking extra special care of her as though she were fragile. Then he must have gathered a blanket from the foot of the bed to cover them both, because she would later realize she was settled snuggly against him beneath the covers, warm, cozy, and completely satisfied.