Daddy's Sinful Cravings

Kiss Me Back

Amara’s POV

I gave myself a warm embrace as we wandered through the quaint town located two hours outside of Paris. It was all green, and the houses were built in the Middle Ages. It appears that there are not many people living in this town, which would explain the eerie silence and the fact that certain citizens have apparently already gone inside.

The town's small bar and restaurant were closed because it was 11 p.m., and I think older people don't like to go out that late. The heavy rain started suddenly, and we were still a long way from the car. I looked over at Parker, who was walking next to me with his hand in his pockets, and asked, "It's raining..."

"It's beautiful."

"What? We need to run!"

He held my hand when we were both racing away from the rain, but we were drenched from the rain, and I was freezing in the cold. "Take off your clothes," he said as he took off his wet t-shirt.

“What?”

“Well, the hotel is two hours away from this area, and in this town, there are no pension houses. So all we have to do is to take off our wet clothes so that we won’t get sick,” he said while his pink lips were trembling in the cold. My eyes landed on his biceps and his perfectly warm body. I looked away and said, “Can you close your eyes?”

"Tell me again why you want me to close my eyes."

I let out a sigh and said, "Fine." I gingerly slipped off my wet skirt and long sleeves. I hugged myself and looked at him with a strange face, and his eyes, which were as deep as the ocean, landed on my freezing arms, hugging my body tightly.

He said in a cold tone, “Come here.”

I blinked my eyes slowly and hesitantly asked, “Huh?”

"Come here…" I looked at him wide-eyed and said, "No, I'm not hugging you, Parker." I heard him let out a heavy sigh. "Amara, I'm just worried about you. That cold was killing you!"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine!"

I looked up and saw that the dark cloud wasn't stopping the heavy rain. Even though he turned on the heater, I was still cold, so I put my clothes on top of the dashboard to dry very quickly. I put my damp hair up in a ponytail and didn't see that Parker was watching me with a look of awe on his face.

After a few minutes, I closed my eyes and tightly hugged myself. I felt so cold inside and out. As I did, someone put an arm around my small body, and I looked at him with shock in my face. He said huskily, "Don't move."

I sulked with my head on his chest and took deep breaths as his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his heartbeat as my face touched his chest. As we got closer, he murmured, "Yeah, so close."

And because I felt so much better after his hug, I drew even closer to him, making my body feel hot, and his warm hand touching my waist. Now I've realized that I'm too close to him, despite only wearing my underwear!

Why does it feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

I met his blazing eyes, and he gulped, staring at me, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if he couldn't decide whether to look at my face or my breast.

While staring at me, his palm came up to cup my face, and I felt my lips part in anticipation of a kiss. When he lowered his head and tilted it for a sinful, passionate kiss, I shut my eyes tight and welcomed his lips.

I moved on top of him, kissing him back with some effort at how to kiss, and he stopped what he was doing and said, “Let me teach you how to kiss.”

Then he whispered, "Kiss me back...just do it." I opened my mouth and felt his warm lips touch mine again.

Then I kissed him back, and our tongues battled while his kiss went deeper and deeper, till I lost control and gently bit his bottom lip. After a moment, he broke off the kiss and ordered, "Take off your bra."

I slowly took off my bra and showed him what I'd got, showing him my pink n*****s and rounded breasts in front of his face. He stared at my eyes, and I shyly lowered my head, and I felt like all the blood coming up from my cheeks.

He leaned forward and kissed my lips, saying softly, "You're blushing..." Then he dipped down his head and kissed my n*****s, and sucked it like he owned it. I arched my back and pressed his head against my chest as he squeezed my n****e with his free hand. I never thought a man kissing a woman's breast would leave her feeling so moist and tingly in her underwear, and that's exactly what happened to me right now.

His hand traveled to my thigh and put his finger inside my p***y, and I moaned in pain as I felt he was too harsh. I closed my legs, and said, “No….”

I was about to get up, and he stopped me, asking, “What’s the matter? I haven’t started yet.”

“No, Parker…No. I think we can’t do this right here.” I blushed in embarrassment while avoiding eye contact with him.

His deep voice asked, “So what’s the matter? I thought you wanted this.”

"I mean….I can't part with something priceless that I value so highly. I pledged to myself that I won't offer this till I am sure of the man I'm giving to."

He looked at me with a c****d eyebrow and asked, "What, what are you talking about?" The moment I got up, he saw it and went back to his seat.

He asked as his eyes lit up, "You're a virgin?"