"It's not too late to say no and walk away…" Parker offered. It really would never be too late. He could be about to give her his last great push and if she said no, he would stop. He wasn't that sort of man. He had control over himself and he also had respect for women… women like her… women unlike her. If they were not decent women, he would still not disrespect them, he would simply refrain from doing anything with them. When she shook in his arms, he stalled in his removal of the second clasp.
"I offer you the same thing." Jill said to counter him. Parker growled with heightened arousal, she is truly a woman of heart and consideration… and with her proffered statement that equaled his own, he knew she meant business. She wasn't backing away from him, and he… as a man, should kowtow to her… for she is a woman and much stronger in her certainty and personality than he… after all, what is his Mars to her Venus? His larger size only made him feel laughable compared to her even bigger presence of mind.
He didn't know what he was doing at that moment, his hands had released the last clasp of her bra but he slid down and got to his knees before her. His hands came down around her hips, caressing them softly, placing himself below her. She looked down at him questioningly. She took his odd move as he was trying to be submissive rather than aggressive. She did not feel comfortable with that but as she made to tell him this, he leaned forward and used his teeth to pull at the button of her jeans. Her hand found the back of his head. She could not help it, any thought of telling him they would be equal in this had flown from her mouth as he gently tugged at her button with a little growl. She shivered, his hot breath, so tantalizing, pouring out over her belly where she had lifted the rim of her sweater to watching him pull at her clothing like an overgrown puppy.
Only Parker was cute and cuddly in a different manner. The button pulled away and as if the zipper had a mind of its own, it slid down to the bottom with almost no effort. Parker didn't wait for invitation, his face found the space between the metal teeth of the zipper and the warm revealed flesh beyond and swiped his tongue over it, which made Jill nearly collapse on him. But she kept her feet, only her hands wanted to push his head down further so his mouth could touch her clenching wetness that was still concealed. The thought excited her, forcing him to do it… but she didn't. She would no more force him than he would force her…
She leaned on him, sliding down his body so she was squatting in front of him, their lips playing eagerly. He moaned and panted, the feel of kissing her was causing him great pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, she burned inside, that burn that seemed to be screaming for him to take her, screaming for the burning part of him that was equally straining to take her. But not yet. Their mouths played a little more, hands frisked and danced over meaty areas, both neglecting sensitive areas that would be the stone to start the avalanche once removed. Their mouths pulled apart. Nose to nose, Jill looked at his pink face.
"Bed?" she said softly. His breath hitched. He looked at the wall. His bed was folded up to make more space in the room. He meant to get up, but she stopped him.
"I'll pull out the bed. You just get yourself off the floor." She said as she danced her mouth around his cheek and ear. He shivered with delight at the sensation, and as she pulled away, he did as she asked. He watched her grab the chain and hauled the foot of the bed down from where it folded up into the wall nearest the door. Jill had thought this was a bad place for the beds… which means they'd have to exercise caution. She got the bed down and Parker was on his feet looking at her intently. It was evident that he was aroused judging by the bulge in his loose pants, making the front teepee out, almost comically, and she may have even laughed had her womanhood not clenched tightly with pleasure at the sight of it. She rounded the foot of the bed and looked at him hotly. She extended her hand to him and he came to her obediently.
She didn't even wait. As he came up to her, her hands fell on his shirt and she lifted it up and over his head and off his arms so he stood there, his upper body in full view only this time she did not need to hide her hunger as she looked at him. Again, he made whimpering sounds as she caressed and rubbed his abs and pecks.
"You're so sexy." She muttered as she looked up at him. He flushed. But his eyes met hers evenly as he tentatively took her sweater and she coaxed him with her own hands to pull it up and off her. And even before it fell to the floor, heaped with his own shirt, his hands shakily went to the loose bra that still cupped her beautiful full breasts.
His mouth was dry and his hands shook as his fingers wrapped around the straps and gently, almost as if he were tormenting not her, but himself, pulled the bra free of her. When he did, she stood there, her arms at her sides, the soft glow of the overhead light making her skin shine, Parker took in the full extent of her chest. She was not too big and not too small. She was perfect and had the right amount of perk without looking fake. He gingerly raised his hand to her right tit and ran his thumb just under her peeked nipple. Noting as he did, her nipples get harder, like a cold wind may have suddenly brushed her sensitive nubs.
"Oh god… you're so beautiful, Jill…" Parker said in earnest. Her body was so soft and yet so strong. Her breast were yielding as a mothers breasts, not pure muscle, but the soft pillows that would indicate her feminine side. His hand cupped her and he gave a tentative squeeze. She sighed and smiled her appreciation as she swelled in his palm.
He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her passionately again, his hand still clinging to her tit. In their fever, her hands found his pants and she began to pull them down… first the backside where her hands smoothed over his ass and then to the front where the drawstring rim of his sweats got stuck on his cock that was sticking out like a train track barricade. She pulled back a little and looked down as his hand came slowly away from her breasts and watched her make a meal of pulling his pants over his hardness.
It felt so good, her hands tugging fervently on the material that was pulling down his swollen cock with it. Slowly, as if she wanted it to bounce back up, she teased it down, and could visibly see the veins in his length pulsating from the friction. His hips were forward a little to add friction… and as he suspected she aimed to do, his cock sprung up when the confines of his pants had come down over the rounded tip.
"Oh god…" was echoed by both of them in different inflections of lust and passion. Jill lowered herself to face level to his dick by sitting on the edge of the bed. Parker nearly stopped breathing, she leaned forward, he can feel the space between his hammering cock and her mouth closing as if she was pushing the space to envelope his length. The mere thought of her mouth on him made his length jump. But she didn't place her mouth on it, she simply blew on it, teasing it, which made Parker croon with desire and it made him throb even more.
She could in the same breath feel him on her face even though she wasn't touching him, could feel him throbbing even though no part of her was touching anything but the bed. As if his entire body was throbbing hard enough to thud the floor under her. She briefly heard him say her name in a begging manner before she scratched at his legs tauntingly before laying back on the bed, bringing her legs up so her feet rested on his belly.