Esme

(Parker’s POV)

As I look around me I can't help but smile. I'm sitting under a giant oak tree a few feet away from the lake surrounded by a mass of assorted Chinese foods. Next to me is Esme shoving enormous chunks of meat into her mouth, swallowing with out chewing or taking a breath in between bites.
"Wow, you must be starving" I comment teasingly. She gave me what would have been a charming smile if not for the food sticking out of her teeth and the disgusting drip of grease on the side of her face. "You know, you could slow down. The food isn't going anywhere."
"I could, but I won't" she said, making her point by cramming an entire egg roll into her mouth. After swallowing, she looked me directly in the eyes and slide her fingers slowly in and then out of her mouth one by one. I felt heat grow hot in my belly and prayed it didn't show on my face.
"Try this" she said, holding a small piece of sweet and sour pork between her fingers of the hand she'd just licked. I reached out my hand to take it but she pulled it away from me. "no" she said. Shaking her head to add emphasis to her words. She held the meat up and teased my lips with it. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth for her. As she withdrew her fingers, she grazed my bottom lip with her finger tip. My breath caught in my throat and I gasped and looked a her. Her eyes were so dark and seductive.

***

"Can I ask you something?" I asked Parker still hold her electric gaze. "yes" she said in a barely audible sigh. I leaned in as close to her face as I could with out breaking eye contact. "Can I kiss you?" I asked on a whisper and I watch the different emotions cross over her heated face as I smelled them even clearer. Arousal and passion being the most prevalent.
She lean into me, closing the gap instead of answering with words. I started off slow, testing the waters so-to-speak. I lifted my hand to the side of her neck, tilting her head a little so I could gradually deepen the kiss. I nipped her bottom lip then teased it with my tongue just as I had with my finger. At last I got a taste if the vanilla and honey rather than just smelling. I could definitely lose myself in this moment. Especially if she keeps making this little whimper every time I drag the very tip of my tongue across the roof of her mouth. The only problem was that she had on too many clothes.
Just as that rude thought popped in my head, I began to back off, ending with a quite nip of the lip before pulling away for air. Parker chest was heaving, I could feel her heart pounding away as if it were my own heart beat.
"I've been wondering what that would be like." I smile down at her. "oh" she let's out, more a sound than an actual word. Before I knew what was coming, she leans back into me for yet another kiss. I guess I wasn't the only one holding back.

***

“Can I ask you something?” Esme asked me. I was still so dazed from her feeding me that I just sighed yes. She leaned in so close to me that I could feel her deep breaths feather across my cheek. “Can I kiss you?” she asked me.
Oh god! Yes, yes please do, I think as I close the gap between our lips. This is it, what I’ve been waiting for since the first day that I met her. Esme. The feel of her tongue gliding over the roof of my mouth coupled with the sweet taste of her lips was enough to drive me insane. I couldn’t quite hold back the little moans that escaped as she teased me, deepening the kiss. Her hand so warm against my neck, her thumb making small circular patterns just bellow my ear.
Just when I thought that I would die from the torture, she started to pull back gently. “I’ve been wondering what that would be like” she whispered against my lips and I could feel her smirk. “Oh,” I sigh yet again and reconnect our lips. I bring up my hands to bracket her face, tracing every detail with my fingertips.
We continue on like this, necking in the woods. But its just not enough; I want her to touch me, I want to please her. I cover her hand on the back of my neck with my own and slowly guide it downward. I feel Esme’s breath hitch as I cover my own breast with her hand. Her thumb grazes over my nipple through my thin sundress and sends shudders down my spin. God I’m glad I decided against a bra this morning.

***

When Parker leads my hand to her heavy breast I take this as all the invitation I need to continue. I lower my mouth to her neck, creating a trail of little bites and kisses along the way. Parker cries out softly as I suckle her neck and draw my thumb back and forward across her taut nipple.
I wonder how far I can take this and nudge her until she lies on her back. I crawl over her like a predator and settle myself over her with my hips nestled between her open thighs and my hands braced on the ground beside her head. She focuses those timid yet sultry hazel eyes on me, and then lowers them to my breast. “Go ahead, touch me Parker.” I say anticipating the feel of her tiny hands on me. She cups both of my breast, on in each hand and gently squeezes.
“Jesus,” I hiss as I grind my pelvis against hers. I catch her gasp in another long kiss as I grind into her with a slow steady rhythm. She slides her hands around to my back, then glides them down until she is cupping my backside. I grind a bit harder causing her to moan an throw her head back. I use this as an opportunity to clasp onto her neck again and wander over to the hallow of her collar bone.
“Touch me,” she breaths out and I am more than happy to oblige. I cup one of her breast in my hand then pinch the nipple slightly. She mewls and rocks her head side to side. “No,” she says on a pant, “here.” she grabs my hand franticly and worms our entwined finger between our bodies and presses them to her core. I freeze in my ministrations and look her in the eye. “You sure?” I ask, praying to what ever god there is out that that she is. “yes.”

***

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a better moment than when Esme pushed me back on the grass and crawled over my body with a dark look in her eyes. I opened my legs to accommodate her and she pressed her hips against my center. The skirt of my dress is hiked up over my thighs, the only thing separating her jeans from my flesh is a thin layer or cotton. “Go ahead, touch me Parker.” coaxes and I take her up on the offer. I fill my hands with her ample breast.
“Jesus,” she says more of a growl than a moan and grinds into me, her jeans creating a lovely friction. “Touch me,” I whimper, needing the direct skin contact. She caressed the side of one of my breast the rolls my nipple through my dress. It feels great, but its not what I need. “No, here.” I pant as I place her hand over my center between our bodies.
Esme stops moving completely and looks down into my eyes, “You sure?” she asks. “Yes, please.” I plea. She drops her lips onto mine in a rough kiss and pressed her hand against my panties. More, I want more. She abruptly stops and lifts herself off of the ground. I look up at her, confused. “Up, inside.” she commands with a voice gone raspy and offers me a hand.