Page 158 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
“You fill up my pussy so good.” I dug my nails into his chest and rolled my hips as another orgasm swelled inside of me. He reached around and slapped my ass.
“Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”
My body exploded and somewhere in the heat of the moment he mentioned that he was letting go too. He tensed and lifted his hips, fucking me nice and deep from below until we both let out long cries of ecstasy.
“You. Are. Amazing.” He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me softly. “Sleep here with me tonight. I’m not done showing you how much you turn me on.”
I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Yes.”
* * *
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I opened my eyes and reached over to shut my phone’s alarm clock off. I glanced over and found myself alone. The mind-blowing sex that I just had with Cayden Lewis was all a dream.
“Fuck,” I said aloud. I was sexually frustrated and so was my body. I slept naked, so I reached down to check myself. Sure enough, I was sopping wet. I would need to take care of this situation before I headed into work.
Since it had been so long since I had sex, I relied heavily on masturbation to relieve my sexual tension. I had actually pictured Cayden during quite a few solo sessions. While I had wanted to invest in a vibrator, I was always nervous that Mandy would either hear it or find it, so I never purchased one. Me, myself, and my fingers were the only way I had gotten off in the past year.
I began to circle my clit, picking up the pace as I thought about Cayden and our kiss last night. I had felt his cock pressed up against me when we kissed. It must have been why I was dreaming about it. My body wanted to invite him in, but my mind told me no. I still wasn’t sure what Cayden was doing with me. Things were already complicated, and I couldn’t get sex involved in the equation.
I closed my eyes and ran through the dream that would haunt me all day. What was he really like in bed? Hopefully dominant, but not rude. I would love that. Plus, he made me feel like a sexual goddess in my dream. I had never come before a man. I was lucky if I came at all when I was with Brad.
I needed to get rid of the sexual tension before I saw Cayden. I continued to finger myself. I was so wet that my body made loud noises with each movement of my fingers. I desperately wished my fingers could be Cayden’s.
I put two fingers inside of myself but wanted more. Two fingers wasn’t cutting it, I needed to be filled up. In order to reach deeper and get more fingers inside of myself, I had to get into a different position. I moved around in bed and got on all fours. Once I was situated, I reached around and stuck three fingers inside my pussy. I began to finger fuck myself, imagining it was him, losing himself inside of me.
I pictured him behind me, fucking me doggy style, gently pulling my hair back. My tits were swaying as I fucked myself. I didn’t want to orgasm quite yet. The thoughts of Cayden and the feelings radiating from my pussy were too good that I couldn’t end them with an orgasm right now. I removed my fingers and stopped playing with myself for a minute.
I reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, playing with my nipple. My nipples were hard, just like last night when Cayden had kissed me. I wanted his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my nipples. I wanted him to do anything and everything to me. I was willing to be all his.
I wanted him to finger me. Needed him to go down on me. Had to have him take me in every position. Maybe he’d be open to trying new things. Hell, maybe those were normal things for him and just new to me? Did he like toys?
No doubt about it. I wanted Cayden Lewis. Badly.
I began to fuck myself again, moving my fingers out rapidly and occasionally taking a break to play with my clit. The orgasm was building. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard. Every time I was on the brink of an orgasm, I stopped for a minute.
But, I had finally reached a point where I couldn’t stop. I rubbed my clit furiously, picturing Cayden fucking me, screaming my name. In my mind, we would come at the same time. He would shoot his load inside of me as I bucked against him.
“Cayden!” I screamed into my pillow as I came. My pussy responded violently, as I burst with an orgasm. My body shook. It was easily the best and most intense orgasm of my life.
“Shit,” I said breathlessly, as I rolled over. It took me a minute to catch my breath. I had had orgasms before, but nothing that intense. It was all because of Cayden. I could only imagine how my body would feel if and when we had sex. He would probably just touch me once, and I would explode.
7:15. I had to get ready for work. I wasn’t sure how I could face Cayden after this steamy morning solo session. Realistically, he had no idea that he had helped me orgasm this morning, but I knew the truth. I suddenly felt self-conscious. I would have to avoid him. Between the date last night and my masturbation session this morning, I could not look him in the face. I would have to avoid him as long as possible.
CHAPTER 5
CAYDEN
“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath. I had been staring at the same article all afternoon. I found myself reading the same sentence over and over again. My mind was elsewhere, but not because it was near 5:00pm on a Friday afternoon. It was because I had not talked to Tiffany since our date Wednesday night.
We had walked by each other in the hallway yesterday morning, but we only exchanged a brief hello. She could not even make eye contact with me. It was weird. The kiss on Wednesday night had been passionate and sexy. She herself had even said it was fucking amazing. I thought we left on a good note, but her body language and voice yesterday had indicated otherwise.
I could not figure out what went wrong in such a short period of time. I asked Maurice, but he said Nikki couldn’t get anything out of Tiffany, either. It was as if our date and kiss on Wednesday night hadn’t happened. It was driving me crazy.
“Have a good weekend, boss,” Maurice appeared in my doorway. I looked up from my papers. It was already 5:00. I officially had made no progress all day.
“Do you want to grab a beer later?” I asked him. My work was piled on my desk, but I had to escape. These Tiffany thoughts were preventing me from getting anything done.
