A Perfect Holiday Fling by Farrah Rochon

peeled the clothing from their lower halves, except Stefan went one step further, getting rid of his pants and underwear at the same time. Or had he not had on any underwear?
    Her jaw went slack. “Have you been commando the entire night?”
    “Callie, you’ve got about five seconds to finish undressing before I do it for you.”
    She wasn’t wasting another moment. Callie quickly removed her bra and panties and climbed onto her bed. Stefan joined her, kneeling in the middle of the plush bedding and cradling her face in his palms. He pressed his mouth to hers, urging her to open for him. At the slightest relenting, he slid his tongue past her lips, plunging it inside her mouth.
    Callie moaned at the taste of him, a mixture of the hot chocolate they’d had on the drive back from Gauthier and something else, something that was all Stefan.
    He urged her to lean back, following her as she reclined on the pillows stacked against the headboard. His hand snaked between them, caressing her breasts, pinching and plucking at her nipples, causing them to tingle and ache with want.
    “Are you ready to enjoy this?” he whispered against her skin as his lips trailed down her neck. “Because I’m ready to enjoy this.”
    “Ooooh, yes,” Callie moaned, dropping her head back as her eyelids slid closed.
    She concentrated on the rough texture of his calloused palm as it slid along her body, past her ribcage, to the spot between her legs. Callie squeezed her thighs tight, keeping his hand securely in place, damn near dying as he used her own moisture to rub the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex until it throbbed and pulsed.
    He lowered his head and caught one nipple between his teeth. Closing his lips over it, he sucked the point into his warm, skillful mouth while his fingers continued their magic between her legs.
    Callie felt the orgasm building low in her belly. Her legs began to tremble; her chest felt as if it was on the verge of bursting wide open. Stefan gave another deep draw on her nipple and her world exploded. She pitched her head back and cried out toward the ceiling.
    Before she had a chance to recover from the deluge of sensations coursing through her, Stefan lifted the condom he’d tossed on the bed and tore it from the packaging. He quickly rolled the latex over himself, then he knelt between her legs, spread her knees apart and entered her with one firm, solid thrust.
    Callie gripped his shoulders as he hovered over her, his massive, muscular chest already gleaming with a sheen of sweat. She buried the back of her head in the pillow, her eyes squeezing tight as she focused on the feel of his rock-hard erection entering and retreating, moving deeper and harder with each thrust, lighting her entire world on fire.
    Her inner muscles involuntarily clenched, and Stefan went rigid.
    “Shit,” he whispered. “Don’t do that again if you plan on this lasting more than five minutes.”
    “I can’t help it,” Callie whimpered.
    She clutched at his back as his hips lunged once again, back and forth, pumping faster and harder against her. Stefan hooked an arm behind her knee, angling her body up and pushing even further. With every strident thrust, her inner muscles grew tighter and tighter, until her entire being erupted again, the second orgasm hitting her so hard, so fast, Callie was certain she would pass out from the sheer force of it.
    Stefan buried his head against her neck, his thick erection sinking deeper, driving faster, plunging harder, until he gave one final, impossibly deep thrust before collapsing.
    He made a move to roll off, but Callie wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. She needed his comforting weight on top of her.
    Moments later, he reversed their positions, rolling over and gathering her in his arms. Callie rested her head against his chest, relishing the warm cove he created. She could stay right here, just like this, forever.
    If only the man lying with her wasn’t