Page 61 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
He smiled sheepishly. “Bad choice of words.”
I giggled and threw my head back. He rained kisses down my neck, along my jaw, and toward my ear. He nibbled my earlobe and made up for sharp pinches with sweet kisses. Then he took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. He pulled my bra off my arms, and I lay beneath him, topless.
I wasn’t shy. Not at all. I wanted him to look at me, at this body that still didn’t feel like mine but was.
It definitely felt more like mine now than it ever had.
I peeled his shirt off him.
Cal was a masterpiece of muscle and veins beneath the fabric. His body was a work of art, and the definition shocked me. I ran my fingers over his shoulders and down his arms as he held himself above me, staring down at me with those big blue eyes of his.
He traced a hand between my breasts, down the middle of my stomach, and past my navel. He paused at the waistband of my plaid pajamas and then pulled them away from my stomach to slip his hand down the front and inside my panties.
I gasped when he touched me, and he grinned.
I bit down hard on my bottom lip as he swirled his finger over my clit, rolling it in a gentle circle that had my insides feeling like they might burst with pleasure. I tried to hold on to the moan that threatened to escape. I had to keep it together a little while longer. I couldn’t fall apart at his first touch. That was—
“Madness,” I moaned.
Cal cocked his head and stopped rubbing my clit. “Madness?”
“What?” I asked.
“You said ‘madness’.”
I blinked up at him. “I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I was just—” I blushed. “It felt really good.”
Cal smiled, dropped his head, and trailed kisses up the side of my neck. He bit my ear. “Good,” he growled.
Then he slipped a finger inside me. I gripped the sofa cushions and sucked in a sharp breath. Cal knew what he was doing. He curled his fingers up and then flicked them quickly inside of me while he pressed down on my clit with his thumb.
Little white stars appeared behind my eyelids when I found it impossible to keep my eyes open. Cal continued kissing my neck and then worked his way down, kissing my chest and tits and ribs and stomach. All the while, he fucked me with his fingers, working me over in a way I didn’t know was even possible, until all at once, the pressure and the tension and the heat became too much.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned.
“Yes, baby,” Cal said.
And I came. I cried out as my body took over and trembled. Cal moaned and sucked my nipple as I coated his fingers in my juices. When I was done, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
That turned me on even more.
I hurried to pull my pants down. They got tangled up around my ankles, and Cal and I giggled like high school kids as I struggled to get free of them. Once they were off, I worked to pull down Cal’s sweats. He was wearing skin-tight black boxers underneath that left little to the imagination. The swell of his cock beneath the thin fabric had me salivating at the sight of it.
I swallowed and looked up to meet his eye. He was smiling at me. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he said teasingly.
“You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?”
“Sometimes.”
I rolled his boxers down. His cock sprang free and stretched up to his belly button. I couldn’t look away. It was impressive. His length was as glorious as his thickness, and his meaty head glistened with a drop of precum.
I went to shimmy down between his legs to take him in my mouth, but Cal stopped me. He put me back where I was. The effortless way he moved me around had me panting.
“Stay where you are, woman,” he growled.
I obeyed.
Cal kissed the tip of my nose before he rolled off the sofa. He padded away, only to return seconds later with a condom pinched between his fingertips. He tore it open, stroked his erection a few times in front of me, and when I was good and ready and about to beg him to fuck me, he rolled the condom on and climbed back on top of me.
