26
ISABELLA
Parker barely gave me time to catch my breath before he started kissing a path down my body, laving over my breasts and planting hot open-mouthed kisses on my stomach. I couldn’t believe I’d just touched myself in front of him, but since he’d done it first, I’d wanted to tease him the same way he’d been teasing me.
The only difference was that he’d been able to stop, while I would’ve burst out crying if I’d had to do the same thing. It’d been okay while my own fingers had been on me. I wouldn’t have gotten there quite so embarrassingly fast, but as soon as he’d touched me, it went from okay to oh-my-God in sixty seconds or less.
I was still shaking when he sealed his mouth over my most private parts, and I couldn’t believe I was even thinking it, but I already felt another orgasm starting to build. It came slower this time, but it was much more intense when it hit.
I’d never been like this before. Never been insatiable or multi-orgasmic, but it seemed like he brought it out in me. Even after that sea of excruciating bliss swept me under again, I still couldn’t get enough of him.
Wantonly reaching for him as soon as I could lift my boneless arms again, I pulled him closer and didn’t even care that I tasted myself on his lips when I kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bringing him closer and moaning when I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Already aching for him despite the fact that my heartbeat hadn’t even returned to normal yet, I pushed harder, crying out when he suddenly used his powerful muscles to stop my advance. His features were tight and looked almost pained when he lifted himself up on his arms to look into my eyes.
“Shh, Bella. I’ll be back in a minute,” he murmured, lowering his lips so they moved against mine. “I just need to get a condom.”
A condom. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about that. Nodding mutely, I moved my shaky legs to the side to release him, then lay there with my heart hammering and every part of me already missing his heat as I watched him scoot off the bed.
Just like he had in Italy, he managed to get the latex open and unrolled in the blink of an eye, and then he made good on his promise to be back. As he crawled over me, he kissed a path back up until his lips were once again devouring mine.
I let my legs fall open and wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly sank inside. Desperation for him to move swelled up in me, prompting my hips to buck and a shuddering breath to fall out of me between feverish kisses.
He chuckled against my mouth. “Yeah, I know how you feel. I’ve got you. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
When he kissed me again, it wasn’t quite as frenzied but it was somehow deeper. I swore I felt it all the way to my soul. He was moving now, too. Slow measured thrusts that set me on fire when he withdrew and soothed me when he pushed in again.
Over and over again, he pushed forward and pulled back, his rhythm as perfect as it had been when he’d been dancing earlier. His pelvis rolled and stroked against me on every thrust, building another bundle of knots inside me that released all at once, sending me spiraling into the great white beyond as my nails dug into him so hard that I was pretty sure I’d drawn blood.
He came right along with me, his mouth hovering an inch above mine as he roared my name when he found his bliss. We collapsed to the bed together, with him half covering me as we slowly found our way back down to earth.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms not long after, but I woke up while it was still dark with his head between my legs again. I was feeling a little tender, but he was careful and so gentle that when my orgasm came, it was soft and beautiful.
On and off throughout the night, one of us would wake up and wake the other up too. Every time after, he held me in his arms and we’d drift off back to sleep together. When I woke up again and there was sunlight streaming in through the windows, I was still in his arms.
I could get used to this, I thought lazily, snuggling into him instead of standing up and going back to my own room like I should’ve. I would’ve stayed there for the rest of the day, too. My stomach, however, had other plans.
It rumbled loudly, eventually forcing my lazy butt out of bed and into the main room to hunt down the room service menu. As I walked out of his bedroom, I noticed that the sun was much higher than I’d thought. Frowning, I lifted my wrist and checked my watch, and the last remnants of sleep sped out of me when I saw the time.
Shit. Fuck. The wedding is in less than an hour.I knew the guys hadn’t planned on taking pictures together before the ceremony, which was relief, but if he didn’t wake up right the hell now, the best man wasn’t going to make it.
Spinning on my bare heels, I raced back to the room and jumped on the bed next to him, reaching out to shake his shoulder. “Parker! Parker, you have to wake up. We need to get ready. We’re going to be late.”
His eyes snapped open and he grabbed my arm. He groaned as he checked the time on my watch and sat up, stretching his arms up over his head. “Crap. Thanks for waking me up. I’m pretty sure I’d have slept through it if you hadn’t.”
“I would’ve woken you earlier, but I only got up myself about a minute ago,” I said. “I was going to order room service, but there’s no time.”
Despite our agreement that it would only be for the night, he leaned in to kiss the tip of my nose. “We’ll be fine. The ceremony is on the beach right downstairs. As long as you cover up soon and stop tempting me to drag you back in here with me, we should be okay.”
My eyes flew wide open when I realized I was still naked. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I grabbed the bright blue throw blanket folded at the edge of the bed. Wrapping it tightly around myself, I got up and made sure everything was covered before I headed to the door.
“Get ready. I’ll meet you out in the hall in thirty.”
He was still sitting in bed when I fled the room, blushing and beyond embarrassed that I hadn’t covered upbeforeI’d gone to wake him. Thankfully, I didn’t have enough time to rake myself over the coals for it.
We made it to the beach on time for the ceremony, and I didn’t think it was obvious that we’d only gotten out of bed such a short time ago. A few of the girls shot me knowing smiles, but I was pretty sure those were just about the way we’d left the luau last night.
With the waves Marley loved so much as a backdrop, the officiant performed a lovely ceremony and I felt myself relaxing as I listened to it. Parker and the guys were in beige slacks and light blue button-down shirts, with their feet bare and no ties around their necks.