Parker slides her hands under Brax’s armor top, lifts it up and over his head, and then lowers his hands back to his solid, muscular thighs.
“You are mine to do with what I want,” Parker whispers in Brax’s ear, biting and sucking on his ear lobe. Parker feels Brax start to move his hands, “uh, uh no touching…yet.”
Brax’s cock jumps in his pants, he has only been sitting for a couple of moments, and he is already straining for Parker.
“Fuck, Parker.” Brax digs his fingertips into his thighs for control.
He feels Parker move between his legs, and then her hands take his face. Small light kisses are placed at the corners of his mouth, and Brax feels Parker lightly run her tongue along the outline of his mouth. Just as he hoped, Parker deepens the kiss tasting his mouth and allowing him to drive the kiss as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, sweeping from side to side to taste as much of her as he can.