Page 193 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
She put her hands on my head, pushing me further into her pussy. Her aroma and taste were turning me on. I wanted to be inside of her, but I was also enjoying going down on her. I swirled my tongue around her clit and pulled my fingers out. Finally, I took my face out of between her legs.
“You’re stopping?” she asked, breathlessly. I nodded.
“I need you,” I said. I moved back up to her and began to kiss her. I could tell she was surprised at how she tasted, but she kissed me with such passion that I could tell she didn’t mind it. I moved back just enough to grab a condom and get it on. I moved back on top of her so that my cock lined up with her sweet, wet slit.
“Are you ready?” I asked. She licked her lips and nodded. I leaned down, thrusting my cock into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock as I began to pump in and out of her. As I did this, she reached down and began playing with her clit. It turned me on that she stimulated herself when we had sex. It was bold and sexy.
We got a good rhythm going as our bodies began to move with each other. I looked down at her, and she looked amazing. Her skin was flushed with excitement. I bent down to kiss her, and she bit my bottom lip.
“Take me from behind,” she said. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I got off her as she positioned herself on the bed. She turned over and stuck her ass toward me. The bed was a perfect height for her to stay on the bed and for me to stand on the ground.
I thrust my cock into her again and she let out another moan. I loved this position, I could get my cock deeper inside of her than during missionary. I really began to pound her now, as she continued to play with her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she said. Hearing this, I picked up the speed even more. Our bodies were crashing against each other as she let out a loud scream.
“Fuck, Cayden,” she screamed. Her pussy tightened on my cock and pulsate. She was having an orgasm. It felt so good that I began to come as well, pumping my come inside of her. As soon as I was done, I pulled out and she fell on the bed.
“Damn,” she said, moving over so that I could join her. We lay next to each other for a few minutes, both out of breath and covered with sweat. She reached down and began to play with my cock again. I wasn’t used to bouncing back from an orgasm so quickly, but she was so hot that my cock began to stir again.
“Round two?” I asked. She looked at me and nodded.
“I need another one,” she said, continuing to stroke my cock. It was now hard and ready for round two. Since she was still on her back, I climbed on top of her and put my cock inside of her again. With my come and her juices, it was extremely wet. I slid in and out.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said. She cupped both of her breasts with her hands. I leaned down and began to suck on one of her nipples again. As I rose up for air, she pushed me up straight. She put her hand on my chest and looked at me in my eyes.
“Make me come, Cayden,” she said. She reached down and began to play with her pussy. I began to fuck her rapidly. I wanted to come again, too, but I wanted her to come first. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.
“Oh, I’m coming,” she moaned. I fucked her faster, feeling my orgasm build up inside of me as well. As she finished, I began again. My orgasm was shorter than the first one, but just as intense. I rolled off her, completely exhausted.
“Holy shit,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had back-to-back orgasms like that.”
I smiled. I was glad that I could provide her with her first experience. I hoped it wouldn’t be the first and last. I reached over and kissed her, wiping a small bead of sweat from her forehead.
“I am so glad that you came over tonight,” she said. I was glad. When I first showed up, she had seemed annoyed that I was there. Maybe it was something that I had imagined. I had to stop overanalyzing her. It was a bad habit of mine.
“I am glad that I did, too,” I said. She leaned into me, putting her head on my chest. I put my arm around her shoulder and closed my eyes. The room was dark and quiet. My body had wanted to stay, but my mind knew better. If I spent the night here, I wouldn’t get up in time for breakfast. I could not miss Saturday morning pancakes with Austin.
After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and sighed.
“Don’t be mad,” I told her. “But, I have to go.”
She raised her head to look at me.
“You can stay here if you want,” she said. “Mandy won’t mind.”
I shook my head.
“It’s not that,” I said. “You’ll probably laugh, but I have this silly tradition with my son on Saturday mornings. We make pancakes together. I’m terrible at it, but it’s something that we have done since he was very little. It’s kind of our thing.”
Tiffany smiled.
“That’s cute,” she said. “My dad and I used to have a similar tradition. He would take me and my sister to this diner down the street every Wednesday night. It was something I looked forward to every week for years. I totally understand the importance of family traditions.”
I pulled her closer to me. It seemed like every time I learned something about her, the more I fell for her. I loved that she was so understanding of my relationship with my son. Although I hadn’t dated after Layla, I had heard horror stories from other single dads who were trying to date. One of my dad friends had a girl give him an ultimatum – her or his daughter. I think that was part of my fear of dating. I didn’t want to fall for someone who didn’t want Austin, too.
“Thank you for understanding,” I said, getting out of bed. I put my clothes back on as Tiffany watched me from the bed.
“Of course,” she said, yawning. “You’re a dad. Austin comes before I do, and he should. I’ll never get mad over something like that.”
