Page 71 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I looked up at him, and his strained expression of pleasure deepened. I held his gaze, worked myself down, and held his length for as long as I could before coming back up for air. His eyes fell closed as I sealed my lips over him again and took him deep in my throat.
He pulled me off, guided me to my feet, and tore my bra and panties off. I heard a couple stitches rip. He didn’t apologize, and I didn’t care.
He cupped my cheek and kissed me again. His tongue explored my mouth with ravenous curiosity, and I whimpered into the kiss, clinging to him desperately. I needed more.
Cal scooped me up in his arms and put me in the tub. He turned off the water and joined me. The bubbles came up to my shoulders as I sank deep into the water and let it kiss my skin. It was hot, but not too hot, and the silky-smooth oil-based bubble bath had me feeling crazy as I ran my hands all over my body.
Cal slid up beside me in the tub. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held me to him with one arm, while the other disappeared beneath the surface. I smiled at him, nipped at his bottom lip, and then gasped when he ran his finger up my aching, swollen pussy. My reaction made him chuckle, and he stared into my eyes as he slid a finger deep inside me.
“Yes,” I moaned.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open when he pressed another finger inside me and moved me to the edge of the tub. With my back to the side, he fucked me hard and fast. My moans and sighs grew louder with every thrust, and I thought that it might all be too much. The pleasure was unreal. I felt like I was going to burst apart.
And then I did.
My orgasm was explosive. I screamed his name at the ceiling, and Cal kept stroking me all the way through, cradling me to him and bracing me against the side of the tub. Even when I was done and gasping for breath, he didn’t stop. He kept going. His fingers found that delicious spot inside me, and I came again, just as hard and just as fast, and then he backed off and let me recover.
I was a quivering mess beneath the water. My muscles spasmed as I caught my breath and watched him with heavy eyelids. He was smirking.
“Proud of yourself?” I asked breathlessly.
He nodded. “Very.”
I giggled and shook my head at him.
Cal gave me a sly smile. “Turn around.”
I arched an eyebrow, and he reached for me, took me by the hips, and forced me to face away from him.
“Put your arms on the edge of the tub,” he directed. I did as I was told. “Arch your back.” Again, I listened. Cal’s hands massaged my ass under the water.
I rested my cheek on top of my hands on the edge of the tub and closed my eyes. “That feels good.”
He continued massaging. He worked his way down the back of my thighs and then back up again. His fingers slipped between my thighs a couple times, and I arched toward him, wanting him to touch me where I ached for him. Every time, his touch grazed me and then moved away to caress me somewhere else.
After a couple of minutes, I heard his deep, sexy chuckle. He placed his fingers on my opening and rubbed my pussy nice and slowly. “Are you ready, baby?”
I wiggled my hips for him. “Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. Then I pushed back, and his fingers slipped inside me.
The water sloshed around us as he stroked me again. I gripped the side of the tub and bit the back of my hand to keep quiet. It didn’t work. My third orgasm rocked me just as fiercely as the first two, and I cried out as hot flashes of pleasure rippled through me.
Cal moved between my legs. I could feel his knees against the inside of mine. He put his hand on the small of my back, forcing me to arch even more dramatically. I bent at the waist and looked back at him over my shoulder.
“Stay where you are,” he commanded as he leaned over the side of the tub and plucked the condom from the floor. I didn’t move, but I listened as he tore open the wrapper and put the condom on. I wiggled my hips a bit for him, showing him I was ready.
I was so fucking ready.
Cal grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back forcefully, and at the same time, he slid his cock inside me.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he gave me all his length on the first thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Cal grated as he worked himself in and out of me. Somehow, even under the water, I was slippery wet.
“Fuck my tight pussy,” I whispered, looking back at him. The feeling of my hair being pulled away from my scalp was a huge turn on. My skin prickled with desire as he grabbed my ass with his other hand and squeezed hard.
