"Tell me what you want." Parker held her in place so Emily wouldn't fall off, but not so tightly that it would hamper her movements.



"Kiss me." Parker's hands on her butt and the starched shirt rubbing against her nipples were driving Emily crazy.



Parker complied with her wish and sucked Emily's tongue into her own mouth when she initiated the kiss. Emily's hips were keeping perfect synchronization with Parker's mouth so it took her a minute to realize the contact between her legs was gone because Parker had stood up.



"No, I'm so close," Emily protested.



"Ssh, baby, lie back and trust me. I'll take care of you, I promise." It was the last words Parker wanted to say until Emily's need was sated. Emily was about to protest again, but looked at Parker as she hovered over her. She wanted nothing more than for the tennis player to cover her and take her places she had never been.



The mouth closing in on one of Emily's nipples tore a loud moan out of her and she arched into the exquisite feeling. As Parker sucked both her nipples into hard almost purple points, Emily's hips came off the bed trying to make contact with any part of Parker's body.



"Please, honey, I need you."



"Then you should get what you want," said Parker as she slipped further down the bed.



With what seemed like slow agonizing movements, Parker parted the wet slick lips of Emily's sex and just took a long moment to look at the intimate place. The pilot was so turned on that the one point of her body that needed Parker the most was almost visually throbbing. Emily was about to beg some more when Parker's mouth sucked her in, in one blissful sudden move. The sweet taste that flooded her mouth made Parker take a turn at moaning.



It felt so good to feel Emily moving under her and feel her hands pulling slightly on her hair to keep her in place. Not that Parker had any intention on moving now. When Emily realized it, she moved one hand from Parker's head and took a strangle hold of the sheets instead. Emily could feel the flat of Parker's tongue slide up the length of her wetness when she started to give every part more attention.



"Parker, please, baby, I need you." One of the hands that had been holding her butt off the mattress slipped out and ran the length of Emily's leg after her plea while the other one ran over her abdomen on the way back to her chest and a still hard nipple.



"I want to make you feel good, Em. Relax for me and let me do just that." Parker followed her promise by putting her mouth back on Emily and getting her wetter for what came next. Two long fingers made slow circles around Emily's opening and the blonde started crying she wanted them to go in so bad.



Parker had Emily's hips moving and when they thrust down to the mattress trying to suck her fingers in she pushed them in all the way, getting Emily to let out a scream she figured the neighbors heard when she got what she had been waiting for. With only three strokes, Emily's movements stopped and her legs clamped around Parker's head with a vengeance.



The good thing was they did have all night because the end had come to quick for Emily, but the rush was her own fault. Parker's head was resting on her stomach and her hands were on both sides of Emily's body until she realized that Emily was crying. Parker moved up and took the small woman in her arms until the emotions passed and her breathing got back to normal.



Emily was surprised that she had allowed herself to let go like she had. She felt almost wanton in the way she had nearly demanded satisfaction. It was the first time she had cried out like that at the end. So caught up in Parker's mouth and her fingers, Emily had let out a scream not caring what anyone thought that might have heard.



Sex had never been about passion with her. For Emily it was an obligation of her relationships, just the price you had to pay for companionship. The act itself had never been mind blowing, but that's what Parker had made it for her and now she felt so special.



"If I tell you something, will you promise not to try and take it the wrong way?" Parker looked down at the blonde head after hearing the strange question.



The blue eyes looked almost aqua to Emily as they looked squarely into hers when she lifted her head off of Parker's chest. Parker looked apprehensive when she answered, "Sure, I'll try."



"I have never been fucked like that before." After Emily had said it, it sounded harsh even to her, and the split second she had finished saying it, Parker rolled her off, got off the bed and reached for her pants. "What're you doing?"



"Forgive me, Emily, I thought this was more than just getting fucked. If that's all you wanted, you should've said something back in July." The shirt almost ripped at the way Parker savagely tucked it back into her pants. Two trembling arms came around her neck when she sat to put her shoes on and it took all of Parker's will power not to shrug them off. This is why you shouldn't feel anything, Park, it hurts too damn much.



"I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." Emily's voice was almost to the point of pleading and she had no intention of letting go even if Parker dragged her outside naked.



"I don't know, sometimes the truth's what comes out the easiest in these circumstances."



"It's the truth, but I should've phrased it better. Please, honey, just stop and listen to me." Emily tightened her hold trying to stop Parker from getting dressed further. "No one's ever made me feel like you just did."



"Like what, a groupie?" Emily wanted to cry at the bowed head and dejected sound in Parker's voice.



"No, like a woman that's desirable enough to take like you did. I've never needed anyone to touch me like I need you, and I've certainly never craved someone like I do you. I'm in love with you, Parker, but I'm glad that I won't want to find excuses for you not to love me here." Emily moved so she was straddling Parker's leg again and reached for one of Parker's hands. The hand where the fingers were still moist from where they had been buried and put it back between her legs. "I'm sure for the most part we'll make love and make each other feel good, but the way I feel right now, it was more than that. That's never happened to me, baby."



"Never?" Parker's head came up a little and looked at Emily's face.



"Not until you. Forgive me?" Emily hoped the argument was over because the hand buried between her legs was doing interesting things to the libido she didn't realize she possessed. "Say yes. I really want you to." From her position she began to undress Parker, the whole way this time.



"I guess I could when you put it that way." Parker didn't move her hand as the buttons on her clothes came loose.



"The world will be happy to know you have melted the ice queen. Of course, the bad thing will be that the tennis world will be deprived of one of its brightest stars." Emily moved Parker's hand only to get her shirt and bra off, then put it back. Her hips started to move as soon as Parker started to stroke her and she could fee the wetness starting to pool again.



"Why's that?" asked Parker moving Emily to lie down again. She wanted to take her time this go round and show the pilot just how good this act could be. Parker figured she would be in big trouble if the small blonde ever figure out how much she craved her in return.



"You have a new job now, Kong, and that's love slave." The fact that Parker was laughing so hard made it easy to flip her around so it was Parker with her back on the new mattress giving Emily easy access to the wetness she had been craving since Parker had taken her pants off.



"Christ," was all Parker said when Emily had reached her destination at the end of the bed. When Parker felt the orgasm Emily had been building up in her coming on, she sat upright for a second and pulled the blonde to the head of the bed with her. Taking a second to get them both ready, Parker put Emily's hand between her legs and returned the favor by stroking Emily in return.



Parker swallowed the blonde's screams this time with a kiss as they both plunged to the end together. When it was over Emily stayed where she was and drifted off to sleep after telling Parker she loved her. Her last conscious thought was that she was going to give all her pajamas to charity in the morning now that Parker was in her life.



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"Your legs looked a little weak in that last game. Is something bothering you?" Gary was down in the locker room as Parker was packing her gear back up. Her latest win put them in the semi-final match, but it had lasted longer than any of her previous matches in the tournament.



"Nothing's wrong, Gary, quit worrying. Maybe I just wanted to give the crowd their money's worth this time."



"Sure you did. Could it be some good looking blonde that's keeping you up nights?" He tried to sound upset, but the fact that Parker looked so happy was giving him a hard time pulling it off.



"Does this mean she's not allowed to come over and play anymore?" asked Emily from behind them.



"Hey there, Captain, did you enjoy the match?" asked Parker.



Emily came over and stood by the bag Parker was shoving stuff into and kissed her. Bobbie had gripped her hand so tight at times during some of the games that Emily was sure it was going to leave a bruise. At one point when Marsha had broken Parker's serve twice, Emily was afraid Parker's dream of an Open title was in jeopardy the woman looked so tired.



"You, cute stuff, know how to show a girl an exciting time. Bobbie may need counseling later, but I loved it. Is there anything I can get you?" Emily ran her fingers through Parker's wet hair trying to get her pro to relax.



"A nap would be nice."



"Done. Come on, unless you have something else to talk to her about, Gary?" Parker's coach shook his head and kissed them both on the cheek before leaving. Parker slipped on some sandals and a pair of light sweat pants and was ready to go. Her new greatest fan, Bobbie had offered them a ride back to Emily's apartment making her happy that she wouldn't feel the need to make small talk.



When they stepped outside there were a number of fans waiting for Parker hoping to get her autograph before she left the complex for the day. Emily stepped to the side to let the kids that were trying to get Parker's attention get closer. None of them noticed the black ski mask being pulled down toward the back of the small crowd. Emily was concentrating on the rapt little faces looking up at their tennis god until the glimmer in the sunlight made her shift her focus to the right.



Emily's scream made Parker turn her body around to see what the problem was. They all watched in horror as the knife sliced in to the hilt. It happened so fast that Parker was stunned into stillness. The crying that Emily was doing is what made her look down. The sight made her think she was in shock since no pain accompanied the attack.



"Oh you're going to die for this," threatened Parker when she figured what had stopped the knife from going in.



The player's outrage is what made the attacker look down with her. The knife meant for Parker was now buried in the large black bag slung over her shoulder. One racket less, and at least part of the blade would have cut into her side. Before the idiot that had tried to stab her could pull the knife out, Parker dropped the bag and took a swing. There was no need for another one because security had arrived and taken over for her.



"Are you hurt?" Emily's question was almost not understandable through her tears. She had had been with Parker for less than three weeks and she had been attacked twice. She ran her hands over the long body praying she wouldn't find any blood.