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Yeah, I had a habit of getting a little ahead of myself. But this time I wasn’t going to let it stop me from having a good night.

We didn’t talk much on the drive over - there was something in the air that made us both realize that talking was unnecessary. What we were moving toward doing was more primal, more elemental, than talking required.

When the Pinewood apartments came into view I pointed them out, still saying nothing. Parker nodded and pulled into a guest parking spot, shutting the beast down and making me realize just how loud and sexy its sound had been the entire ride over here.

We got out of the car, and I shivered in the wind. It had been warm during the day when I landed, but now, deep into the night, the wind was biting. Parker came around the car and took my hand again, and pulled me into him. Our kiss was hot and heavy, and I thrust myself into his warm embrace.
 

For half a second I wondered about the neighbors who might be watching us, stirred awake in the middle of the night by the exotic car’s approach, but just as quickly, I stopped caring. I didn’t know these people anyway, and in the quiet of the moonlit night I couldn’t hear anyone grumbling, or even anyone outside other than us.

When we finally broke contact, Parker looked at me like he was asking an unspoken question. I wasn’t quite sure what the question was, but I knew what my answer was. “Come on, let’s go in. It’s cold out here.”

“Lead on,” Parker said, his voice husky and getting lower. I walked first this time toward the elevators, pulling Parker along. There wasn’t an elevator waiting at the ground floor, so we had to wait. It started out as an awkward silence, but then both of us smiled at each other, like teenagers who couldn’t figure out what to say to their crush.

It was heartwarmingly romantic, especially for someone I didn’t know. When the elevator arrived, we both got in and I pushed the button for the third floor.

As soon as the doors started to close, Parker crossed the small elevator and wrapped his arms around me. I lifted my head and before I knew it we were kissing again, like it had been days or weeks since our lips had last touched.

The only reason we stopped was when the doors opened on my floor. We both pulled apart, staring down the hall before I realized that Parker wouldn’t know where to go. I took the lead again, walking down the corridor till we stood outside my door.

“Your roommate…” Parker started, but I shook my head and he didn’t finish.

“It’s a studio, no roommate.”

He smiled. “Great. Unlock the door.” His tone was gruff, like he couldn’t wait to get inside, and I was right there with him.

I reached into my purse and pulled out the key, turning it in the lock, and opening the door. Parker immediately put his hand out to hold it open while I put the key away and looked back at him.

“After you,” he whispered.

“Why thank you,” I replied, and stepped inside, still facing Parker. He came in after me.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Parker scooped me up in his arms and we were kissing again, even harder and more passionately now that no one else could see us or wander in and disturb us.

Parker lifted me up off my feet and held me in the air, one of his arms under me, the other against my back, keeping me steady. I couldn’t believe how strong he was, but he held me steady while we fooled around with no problem. I had my hands running across the hard muscles of his shoulders and upper arms, finding nooks and crannies to explore later.

We stood, well, Parker stood and I…held on, in the doorway of my tiny studio apartment like that for what felt like a long time, but was probably no more than 4 or 5 minutes, kissing and getting used to having our bodies close together.

Already I was starting to wonder whether I’d see Parker again after tonight. I was never the kind of girl to have one night stands, in fact this was definitely looking to be my first, but something about Parker had just jumped out at me. Like he was a beacon in the night, a lighthouse that I could use to come home.

Especially since what I thought of as ‘home’ was in a state of flux right now. Aside from Sandy, I was all alone here, didn’t know anyone, and I hadn’t even met my coworkers yet, aside from my future boss, the head of the athletic training staff for the Patriots.

Basically, it was a weird time for me, and it would be nice to have met the perfect guy on my first night here, is what I was saying. Whether or not Parker was that guy remained to be seen, but as he held me in his arms and we kissed like the other person had the antidote to the poison running through our veins, he sure seemed like a reasonable choice for perfect guy to me.

Finally, after a few minutes of these thoughts running through my head, Parker took a few steps into my apartment, tentatively at first, but then gathering confidence as I pulled myself into his shoulder with my arms around his neck, nuzzling under his head and smelling him, sighing contentedly all the while.

This felt right. This felt natural.

When we got down the short hall into the main area of my small studio apartment, Parker looked around for a second, taking it all in. I felt myself flush lightly, wondering for a half moment if he would set me down and leave. It certainly didn’t look like the most inviting place for a one night stand.

Or was that a good thing? Not being a one night stand girl I couldn’t tell, but in the long term, yeah, that was probably a good thing.

The first thing Parker did, though, was walk toward the bed. I knew that nights out at the club with Sandy were not early ones, so before I had left earlier that evening I had made my bed, which was a great relief now as Parker threw me onto the bed and leaned over me.

As soon as my head hit the sheets Parker and I were kissing again, and I couldn’t believe how well our bodies responded to each other. It was like we were made to fit together, and we hadn’t even started to take our clothes off yet!
 

All these lustful thoughts whirred about in my head, and I tried as best as I could to blot them all out at once and just relax and enjoy the moment, but relaxing wasn’t exactly easy to do when you had the sexiest man on Earth kissing you in your new apartment just a few minutes after you two had met.

The way he tasted sent me over the moon, and I could feel him get more and more aggressive as he got more and more turned on. Out of nowhere I could feel the hard, long, and thick outline of his cock pressing against my leg through the fabric of his pants and my dress, and I gasped at how large he felt like that. It had been long enough since I had had sex that I was at least a tiny bit worried about fitting him inside me, but at least I knew that I would be wet enough to at least try and take him.

“Mmmmmm,” Parker moaned, setting one of his hands down to each side of my head and holding himself there. “I love how you taste, Charlotte.” The dark, rich tone of his voice set off firecrackers all over my body, causing little tremors all over. Parker was so manly, but instead of being too eager, he was taking his time and savoring me, like a big cat who had already found where his next meal was coming from and secured it - now was time to enjoy oneself before finishing it off.

“Likewise,” I breathed, and immediately felt like a dork. Way to be smooth, Charlotte. Way to come up with something creative in the moment! There was a tiny part of me that expected Parker to laugh, get up, and walk out of my apartment without another word, but thankfully and to his credit, he just smiled and moved his face down to kiss that spot right where my neck met my shoulders, that spot that instantly had me soaking wet and gasping out loud as he teased it with his soft tongue.

Just breathing over that spot was enough to get me in the mood without fail, and Parker did so much more than breathe on me. I ran my hands up and down his arms over his clothes, wishing for the hundredth time already that these barriers to our skin touching each other would just disappear and leave us to dance the dance that two people do when connected by desire and lust.

I wanted to rip Parker’s shirt off. I wanted Parker to rip my dress off. And then I wanted him to fuck me, hard, until I didn’t understand anything other than sex.

But Parker, at least for the next few moments, had other ideas. He stayed at my neck, pulling the top of my dress out of the way, stretching the fabric a little bit across the tops of my arms, getting to my neck and shoulders and showering them with little kisses on each side. It was heavenly, and as my body shuddered I knew I was jerking my legs back and forth below him, letting the sensations wash over me toward my pussy.

By now I didn’t even understand the sounds I was making as Parker deliciously tortured me, it felt like I had unhooked the filter between what I felt and the noises that came out of my mouth. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open for too long at a time; they fluttered open and shut as I tried to process all that I was feeling. Parker was a master at touching my body, and we still had all our clothes on! I couldn’t believe it.

As if on cue, Parker leaned back, his thick legs still rooted to the floor, and stared down at me, his smile thick with desire and the knowledge that I was right where he wanted me, and that he could do anything he wanted with me. Parker reached down and took me by the arm and at the waist and turned me so I was perpendicular to him, then he climbed onto the bed with me.

And then got right back down to teasing me like that was all he wanted to do, still pressing that hard cock of his through those thin layers of clothing into me, holding it just above my pussy so I could feel just how turned on he was, just how much he wanted me, and just how much restraint he was showing by not getting naked and pushing himself into me.

And now that was all I could think about in my hazy and lust-addled mind. I just wanted Parker inside me as soon as possible, but he clearly was more interested in taking his time and making me wait for it. I wondered for a second if he wanted me to beg for it, because by this point, if that’s what he wanted, that’s what I would do. The way he played with my body left me no doubt on that matter.

Now that both of us were completely on the bed, we had a lot more freedom to move around. I felt Parker’s rough hands run up and down my body slowly, hugging my curves while he explored me above my dress, like he was learning the terrain for later. I did the same, reaching into his shirt through the open collar and leaving one hand down near his crotch so I could trace the outline of his hard cock. I knew it was large just by looking at it and feeling it earlier, but as I got closer and closer to having my hands wrapped around its girth I licked my lips in anticipation.

Anticipation was the name of the game - Parker was going so slowly with me, taking his time, but each time I wondered what his motives were, whether he even wanted to fuck me, he would step things up just a little bit and all my wonder would disappear.

Finally, just when I couldn’t take it anymore, Parker slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I gasped as it fell away, exposing his tattoos to the soft light of the dark room for the first time. It was almost as if they glowed in the dark against his skin. I was mesmerized. The intricate designs of the art that covered Parker’s body traced patterns all over him, and I wanted to get out a magnifying glass and see what treasures I could discover hidden in them.

Perhaps we’d have time for that later. Right now I just needed to get that shirt off him as soon as possible, and the rest of his clothes right after. And then my dress. Such a long to-do list we were building!

Rather than let Parker slowly and languorously take off his shirt, I helped the process along by pushing the collar off his shoulders and almost yanking the sleeves off him. The smile on his face grew sharper, and I was momentarily embarrassed at how forward I was being. Then, just as quickly, I realized once again that my forwardness had gotten us both into my apartment and bed this evening, so forwardness definitely had its rewards.

After Parker’s shirt was off, I took it and threw it on the floor, pressing him back against the bed as I straddled him. He lay back and cradled his head in his hands, smiling up at me as I gazed down on his perfect male body. The ripples of his muscles, the way they moved up and down as he breathed, the undulating waves of the tattoos as they moved with him like living, breathing, animals.

Parker was a work of art. I would love to spend days studying him like one, but right now I had more important things on my mind than academics. There was sex-ing to do.

Now it was me who leaned over and kissed him, tracing my lips up and down and all around his ripped chest, my nipples hard against the cups of my bra, pressing my breasts into him while Parker’s moved one of his hands deep into my hair and pulled it gently, while the other hand pressed down my back, giving me a little hint of just how rough he could be.

The way I was sitting, my pussy sat directly above his cock, separated by almost nothing, and I rolled myself backward and forward over him, savoring the grunts Parker made as we pretended to do what we would soon be doing.

Now that we were teasing each other, the tables were much more even. After I was momentarily done playing with Parker’s chest, I turned my attention to his arms, kissing down each one of them and breathing in his manly scent. I could have gone on like that for hours, but right around then Parker decided things were going just a little too slow for him.

I felt him tense up for a moment, and then before I knew what was happening next, I was on my back and Parker was once again above me, tracing his hands down my body as he moved his head down. I ached for him, suddenly hating that he hadn’t let me take my dress off yet, or taken it off me.

When Parker got down so his head hovered just above my covered pussy, I watched him smile and inhale deeply. “You smell wonderful, Charlotte, I can’t wait to taste you.”

I moaned, long and loud, from the sensation and from the anticipation and from how hot his words were. I couldn’t form coherent words, so I just nodded, locking eyes with him. Parker reached a hand over and lifted my dress briefly, a rush of cool air coming over my mound and making me shiver.

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