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This was the type of hockey she liked to participate in. Needless to say, PK seemed to have mastered tonsil hockey just as well as he had ice hockey. It was easily the hottest kiss she ever had, and she couldn't bring herself to break from it.
As his hands started to work their way down her curvy body, he whispered, "You're beautiful. I've fantasized about these curves so many times." She didn't doubt the conviction in his voice. It felt so good to be loved. So often, people tried to make her feel bad about having curves and not being that typical size two model. Apparently, he didn't love her non-reaction, because he tilted her head upwards so their eyes were staring at each other. "I mean it, Clarissa. You starred in so many fantasies."
"So show me your moves, PK. Pleasure me."
He lifted her up like she was nothing, which was impressive. Few men would try to lift her up against anything but the wall or bed. But he was on a mission to take the two of them up to her bedroom. It was so sexy that he could carry her by holding onto her ass, with her legs around his waist. He continued to nuzzle her the entire time. There was no sign of stress on his body as he carried her up the flight of stairs.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, she broke their kiss just long enough to strip him of his shirt. She didn't get a chance to really enjoy his body and look at his tattoos, since once he was stripped of his clothing, she just let her desire take over and kissed him more. He pushed her up against the wall.
Almost immediately, he was getting her out of her shirt to reveal the black lace that emphasized the curves of her breasts. He moaned as he started to feel them up. He pushed her onto the bed and sucked her nipples.
Her body immediately responded and lifted up towards him. "Get in me now."
He pulled back from her with a smirk. "Hasn't anyone told you that good things happen to those who wait?"
"Boo." She laced her arms around him and pulled him close. She wasn't going to let him tease her all night long. She knew they didn't have much time before he had to get on the road. She rolled him onto his back and straddled his body. It was sexy as hell to be on top.
He looked up at her, and she felt his hands trail down her torso. Then he pulled her bottoms off in one slick move. That included the matching lace thong she was wearing. She pulled his pants down, but she took in the tight boxers that just emphasized the size of his bulge. There was only one response to that. "Damn . . ."
"See, I know what I'm doing," he said with a smile as his rough fingers caressed her clit. Her eyelids fluttered in delight from the changing patterns and the rough texture.
She was on the edge of a climax. Everything went from being damp to completely soaking wet down there. The only thing missing was the orgasm. That's when she felt the movement she had been waiting for. He moved down low on her. He did a quick lick of her clit with his tongue, and that was the thing she needed to send her over the edge.
It was a powerful orgasm. She shattered on the bed.
When she opened her eyes, PK stared down at her with his hand caressing her face. In a husky voice, he said, "That was beautiful. Ready for the main course, sweetheart?"
She was more than ready to do more with him, but she didn't trust herself to speak. She just nodded her head as she pulled him down to her. She captured his mouth with hers.
With that, they were back at it. Her energy came back with each and every move of PK’s. His teasing took her so close to the edge, but she wanted to know what it was like to have him inside her. Thankfully, he didn't tease her for too long. He entered her. He filled her whenever he was fully inside, but he was quick to pull back.
As she clawed his back, he said, "Come on. Just a little bit more."
She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or to himself. She was elated, and she couldn't stop herself from screaming his name.
That's when she felt the tremors go through her body once more. The orgasm was even stronger than the first time.
She was in love with everything that PK was giving her. While she was sensitive, she couldn't wait for more.
Chapter 7
PK
PK had some of the best sex of his life, all seven times. The worst part about it was, he had to pull his ass out of her bed and leave her for god knew how long. He hated that prospect. Now all he wanted to do was spend the holidays with Clarissa, even if she was a little bit of a scrooge. Well, he wasn't sure if she was a true scrooge. She lacked the decorations and got on his case about the holiday music.
He looked over at her sleeping body, when a bright green eye popped open with a soft smile. She whispered, "Oh good, you're still here." He nodded. He didn't have much time. "I could have sworn you’d left."
He loved that she’d noticed he was gone. He chuckled. "Someone had to take care of Nathan."
"Oh," she said as her mouth drew a giant O shape.
He kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, but I do have to leave for real very, very soon."
Her lips formed the perfect pout, but he couldn't blame her. He felt the same disappointment about leaving. He snorted, which led her to roll her eyes and shake her head. "You're no fun."
"That's not what you said last night." He smirked, knowing how much she called out in pleasure in the night. "Besides, you've barely seen my place. At least, I have Christmas decorations up, ready for the holiday." He cursed himself for saying that last part out loud. He never should have taken a dig at her for the lack of décor.
She pushed herself onto her elbow and gave him a dirty look that he definitely deserved. "Have you thought that it was because I'm not home nearly enough to enjoy them and/or waiting for a family so we could really celebrate the holiday?"
