Page 62 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
Again, I was more than happy to oblige him. I opened my legs, and he dropped his hips to rest his cock right along my pussy. He slid himself up and down, dragging his shaft through my juices.
I hooked my arms around his neck. “Tease.”
He grinned. “You used to like it.”
“I still like it.”
“I’m going to make you scream my name when you come,” Cal said.
I shivered. “Then fuck me already.”
He gave me a crooked grin. Then he moved his hips down and angled them up before sliding his cock inside me.
His size took some adjusting to. I gripped his shoulders and forced myself to relax as my body succumbed to his girth and length. He worked his way in and out of me slowly, saving some of his length. He knew I couldn’t take it all at once.
As he thrust slowly in and out of me, he stroked my hair, kissed me deeply, and pressed his forehead to mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“You’re going to make me come so fast, baby,” he said. His voice was hoarse. Shaky. Aroused.
I held him tighter and used my heels on his ass to encourage him to fuck me deeper. He buried himself inside me. I gasped and then moaned, and I melted deeper into the cushions beneath me. “Yes,” I breathed.
Cal cupped my cheek and pressed his thumb under my chin, forcing me to look up at him as he leaned back a little and worked himself in and out of me in fast, deep strokes. I could hear how wet my pussy was as his hips slapped against the back of my thighs.
“Yes,” I cried again.
I was going to come. There was no holding on to it. I was going to unravel and let loose and give in to the delicious licks of pleasure running through my veins.
“Yes!”
Cal dropped to his elbows above me. His lips crashed against mine, silencing my cries of pleasure as he fucked me in earnest. My toes began to curl. I wrapped my arms around him, and right when I thought I was going to have to break our kiss to breathe, he let me.
And I came hard and fast. His name tore out of me in a scream, and the look of pride on his face had me smiling beneath him. His expression shifted as his orgasm hit him seconds after mine. His jaw clenched, and his brow furrowed, and I ran my nails down his chest as he bucked wildly against me as he came.
When we were done, he collapsed beside me on the couch, and we curled into each other. It just felt right. We caught our breaths and waited until the sweat had disappeared from our skin.
I looked up at him and smiled.
“What?” Cal asked.
I shook my head and giggled. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
I blushed before I even started speaking. “I was just thinking that if that didn’t jog my memory, nothing will.”
I was glad that he laughed. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to kiss the top of my head. “Time will.”
We lay together for a little while longer. It was peaceful there. The lights on the Christmas tree lit up the room and so did the morning sun streaming in through the windows. It was especially white due to the fresh blanket of snow out on the lawn.
I sighed and sat up. “Should we get dressed before Asher and your Dad get back?”
Cal nodded. “Yeah, and then we can get the turkey in the oven.”
I watched Cal put his clothes back on. He moved with a careful tiredness that I hadn’t seen in him before, and I started to wonder if something was wrong. He seemed almost sad, and even though I couldn’t remember anything, I knew that men were not supposed to feel sad after sex. Neither were women. It was just not an emotion that should follow an orgasm.
