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top of me, lifting me up higher onto the couch so that my head is on the armrest.   He closes the small distance between us, bringing his mouth back to mine.
    I slide my hands up his back, clawing at his skin as I make my way to his neck.   His hand glides down my body and before I can think or do anything, his finger slips inside me.   “So wet,” he whispers in my ear.
    “Because of you,” I say as I begin to move my hips against him.
    Groaning into my ear, he slips another finger inside me, stroking faster.
    “God, yes.   Please,” I beg.   I don’t ever beg, but I would beg Parker over and over again if it meant he touched me like this.
    He lowers his mouth to my breasts, tracing kisses between them.
    I rock against his fingers, but all I can really think about is his erection poking into my thigh.   As talented as his fingers are, at this point I just want him inside me.   I push back on his chest to get his attention.   “I want you inside me.   I need you inside me … now.”
    “Fuck.”   He reaches for the condom on the floor next to us.   Taking the condom from his hands, I rip it open and very slowly slide it onto him.
    “Shit!” he exclaims as he shudders slightly.
    He brings his face so close to mine I’m looking right into his beautiful blue eyes.   He thrusts into me with such force I gasp.   He doesn’t move.   We stare at each other for a moment and then he begins thrusting into me again, harder.   I move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.   I can feel the fire in his eyes burning through mine, igniting my body with heat.   The connection, the intimacy, become too much, and when I can’t take looking into his eyes any longer, I bring my hands to his hips, guiding him to move faster.   Parker nips at my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth.   As our hips move together, our tongues work in the same rhythm.
    “God, you feel so fucking good.   So.   Tight,” he gasps.
    “Faster.” I move my hips harder against his, feeling my release rising within.
    “You want it hard?”
    As much as I want to tell him I’ll take it any way he gives it to me, I moan, “Yes,” instead.
    Groaning louder, he pants, “You got it.”   His hips are pumping fast into me as he grabs my hands off his hips, bringing them above my head again.
    We continue to move together, and the pressure builds deep inside of me.   I beg for more, beg for him not to stop.   Finding my release, I scream out his name followed by a whispered, “Oh God.”
    As I’m falling back to earth, I hear Parker’s own release, “Ah, fuck!”
    Parker slowly moves inside me, riding out the last of the shudders that took over. We both lie there, panting, trying to catch our breath.   I can feel his heart beating so fast against my own.
    I kick my shoes off, needing to wiggle my toes from the cramp that formed during my orgasm, as Parker pulls out and makes his way off of me.   I follow his naked body as he walks into the kitchen to dispose of the condom.   I’m not sure what comes now.   Are we supposed to talk?   Share our likes and dislikes?   This one-night stand business is all so new to me.
    When I’m about to open my mouth to say something, Parker comes back into view.
    “Sorry, had to toss that out.   Where were we?”   He smirks as he climbs back onto the couch, positioning himself behind me.   I feel his warm breath on my neck as he reaches behind him to grab the throw blanket on the back of the couch.   “Here,” he says softly as he wraps it around us.   Positioning himself on his side so that he’s against the back of the couch, he pulls me against him, so I follow, turning to my side and leaning into him.   I just lie there, my eyes open in disbelief.   That answers my questions.

    I can feel the sun coming through the window before I even open my eyes.   Shit.   My head hurts.   I guess that will teach me to drink so much again.
    I’m on my side with my back pressed against