Page 498 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
“I’ll buy you more.”
“You bet your ass you will.”
She strained and tried to break my grip on her wrists, but I held fast and planted a knee between her thighs, stopping her from being able to twist onto her stomach. She looked down at my knee with her lips twisted in a smirk. Like a little devil, she lifted her right leg, the one between my legs, and brought her knee up into my crotch. Not too forcefully, just to apply enough pressure to remind me that she had a bit of power here, too.
“Careful,” I warned, using my free hand to grip her hip. She wore a pair of red panties with lace straps. The fabric tickled my palm when I ran my hand up her side and under the matching shirt of her pajama set. I cupped her breast and flicked my thumb over her nipple while she wriggled breathlessly beneath me. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I squeezed her harder, loving how soft and supple she felt in my hand, and she pressed her knee more firmly into my groin, like she thought her games would slow me down.
I released her wrists and tore her shirt off. She moved her knee and let her legs fall open. I trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest, pausing to take my time worshipping her breasts. When I’d had my fill, I moved lower, following the line down the middle of her stomach with my lips to her navel. I kissed the pale silver scar over her belly button before continuing my descent to the top of her red panties.
I kissed her over the fabric.
Tinsely watched me, hunger burning in her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows on the stair behind her.
Slowly, I pulled her panties to the side.
Her pussy was dripping wet. She glistened, all pink and swollen and perfect, and when I tasted her, she let her head fall back and let out a dreamy sigh of pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell with deep breaths that soon quickened as I found her sweet spot with my tongue, pressing between her folds and suckling at her clit. She whimpered and flinched, but I held her down with my hands on her hips. Her flesh squished beneath my hands as she squirmed. I squeezed, loving the feel of her after believing I might never get to hold her like this again.
When she settled back down on the step I moved a hand over her hip, following the crease at the top of her thigh. I stroked her pussy before easing a finger inside her. She moaned, reached down, seized a handful of my hair, and pulled my face back down to her. Not needing to be told twice, I returned my tongue to her clit and worked her over until her hips bucked and she released my hair to grip the edge of the stair behind her.
When her climax ended, she melted back on the stairs with a sigh and let me bring her right back to the brink of a second orgasm.
I edged her. Teased her with my tongue and fingers relentlessly.
I brought her right to the cusp of losing control before I’d stop, and she’d growl, and I’d do it all over again.
When I finally gave her what she wanted, she screamed my name.
I felt only mildly bad for her neighbors.
“Wait,” she breathed, putting a hand on my chest when I went to go down on her again. “I need a break.”
“A break?” I mused.
She raked her fingers through her hair, which was a little damp with sweat. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re the God of Female Orgasms.”
“Is that a title I could apply for?”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips curled in a smile. “Do you know what I ask myself every day?”
“Tell me.”
She pursed her lips as she reached down and unzipped my jeans. “I wonder how on earth I fell for a guy like you. You’re impulsive.”
“I like to say I’m a self-starter.”
“You’re impatient.”
“Eager,” I corrected.
“Cocky.”
“Confident.”
She worked my jeans down my thighs with a twinkle in her eye and slid a hand into my boxers. Her hand was cool when she gripped me, but I didn’t mind. Not even a little bit. “At least you’re well endowed,” she purred.
