A Miami Christmas (4/4)
A banging sound woke Callie out of what was the best sleep she had ever had. It took her a moment to realize it was someone at the door, but she got up and threw on her discarded shirt and panties as she headed for the door.
“Mom? What time is it?”
“Ten, and your nephews would like to know why Aunt Callie and her friend aren’t up yet so they can open their presents.” Yolanda gave her daughter a knowing look.
“Oh, crap,” Callie said. “Okay, yeah. Give us ten minutes to get dressed.”
“Can I make a suggestion?”
“Sure.”
“You might want to cover this up,” her mother said with a chuckle, touching the faint purple bruise on Callie’s neck. Callie’s eyes widened in horror, and her mother let loose a long, hearty laugh. “Don’t look so surprised, Calliope. I know you’re no babe in the woods. But let’s just keep that between us.”
Callie was mortified.
“A little makeup will cover it, your father won’t even notice.” She patted Callie’s cheek. “Ten minutes.”
Callie closed the door and yelled, “Mark!”
“What?”
“I’m going to give you a thirty second head start.”
“Head start? For what?”
“Because I’m going to kick your ass!” She stormed back to their bedroom, and found Mark already dressed. “A hickey, Mark? Are we fourteen?”
He grinned. “It was an accident.”
“My ass!” Muttering in Spanish, she pulled on her discarded pants from the previous night and found her bra. When she went to put it on, she discovered the deep purple bruise on her breast, and took a deep breath, willing herself not to hurt him.
“Okay, that one I knew about,” he admitted.
She resumed getting dressed. “My mom knows we had sex, Mark! My mother!” She pulled her shirt on and headed for the bathroom, sighing as she got a look at the bruise Mark had left on her neck. “You had better hope my father and brothers don’t notice this, or you will be taken outside and killed.”
Mark appeared next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. “It was so worth it.”
Satisfied that she had covered the bruise, she turned to him. “Just…be careful next time, okay?”
“How about the time after that?” he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.
“Pervert.” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”
They found the family in the den, and the second Callie appeared in the doorway wrapping paper went flying. Laughing, Callie took Mark’s hand and made her way to one of the comfy, oversized couches. “You could have started without us,” she said, leaning down to kiss her mother.
“You know the rule.” She motioned for Mark to lean in, and kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Mark. There’s breakfast in the kitchen if you two are hungry.”
“I’m sure they’ve eaten already, or at least Mark has,” one of her brothers muttered with a smirk.
Callie rolled her eyes. “Ass.”
“Sit,” Mark said, pushing her down on the couch. “I will get you some coffee.”
The morning was spent knee-deep in wrapping paper and toys. At one point Mark was coaxed into a game of Monopoly, while Callie played patient to the five year old’s doctor. After a lunch of party leftovers, Yolanda declared it was time for everyone to take a siesta, and gratefully Callie kissed her mother and returned to the pool house, falling into bed fully clothed.
Mark joined her, stripping off his clothes and sliding into the bed. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I never thought I would say this, Mark, but I am too tired for sex.” She smiled apologetically.
“I didn’t say I wanted sex,” he replied. “Maybe I just want to take a naked nap with you.”
She chuckled. “Okay, when we are naked, there is never any sleep involved.”
“There will be today.” He slid her pants and panties off and tossed them aside, then doing the same with her shirt and her bra. “See? No sex. Just sleep.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“I could get used to this,” she replied sleepily, snuggling into the crook of his arm. “I say we institute naked naptime when we get back to Seattle.”
“Deal.”
She turned to face him. “What’s going to happen when we get back to Seattle?” she asked worriedly.
“Why would you think anything would change?”
“I just…I feel like we’re in this little bubble here, and I don’t want things to change.”
“Callie.” His thumb grazed her cheek. “It doesn’t matter if we’re in Miami or Seattle, how I feel about you isn’t based on location.”
She settled her head into the crook of his neck. “You promise?”
“I’ve never lied to you, Cal, and I don’t intend to start now.”
The mid-morning Miami sun was warm as Mark watched Hector Torres tee off on the third hole. The ball flew for what seemed like forever, cutting a sharp left and landing in the rough. Callie’s brothers gave a teasing golf clap, and Hector laughed.
“Walk with me, Mark.”
Picking up his rented golf clubs, he hoisted the bag over his shoulder and followed.
“Are you enjoying your stay?” he asked as they walked.
“Yes. You have a lovely home. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Yolanda and I are always happy to meet Callie’s friends.” He turned to Mark. “I have gotten the impression from my wife that Calliope is, as you put it a few days ago, ready for something more.”
Mark laughed nervously. “You could say that.”
“I know I may seem overly-protective of her, but she’s my only little girl. I’d hate to see what happened with that O’Malley fellow happen again. I don’t think she-or I-could take it.”
Mark sighed. “With all due respect, sir, Callie is a grown woman who is more than capable of taking care of herself. And while I can appreciate your concern, I also respect Callie’s privacy and her right to live her own life. So I suggest that you have this talk with your daughter and not with me.”
Hector looked at Mark, his eyes narrowing as he stared at him. Just as Mark was beginning to feel very uncomfortable under his scrutiny, the older man nodded. “That took some cojones, Mark. You know what cojones are?”
Mark laughed. “I, uh…yes. I do.”
“No man Callie has ever brought home has had the nerve to stand up to me. Until now.” Hector smiled. “Any man who can stand up to me is more than capable of handling my Calliope.” He clapped Mark on the shoulder. “Son, you’re going to fit in just fine.”
Mark let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and the men resumed walking.
Callie lazed languidly on the bed, waiting for Mark to get home from his golf game. When she heard the door open she pounced.
“How did it go?” she asked. “Did he threaten you? I swear, if he said anything-“
Mark shushed her with a kiss. “Calm down, woman! It was nice. I lost, of course, but the course was really nice.” He toed his shoes off and was reaching to take off his sweaty golf shirt, when Callie stopped him by kneeling on the bed and doing it for him.
Giving him a coy look, she began to lick and kiss her way down his chest and his abs, with her hands undoing his belt buckle. She swirled her tongue around his navel before she pulled his pants and shorts down in one motion.
“You need a shower,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bathroom.
Once she turned the water on, Callie undressed herself, smacking his hand away every time he tried to touch her. “Not yet,” she said with a smile, stepping into the shower.
Mark stood there for a moment, watching the water flow down her face, between her breasts as she reached up and ran her hands through her dark hair. The sight of her standing there made his cock jump, and he entered the shower stall, pressing her up against the cold marble wall and crushing his lips to hers.
Playfully, she pushed him away. “Not yet.” Standing him in the spray from the showerhead, she stood on tiptoe to shampoo his hair, massaging his scalp. When he turned to rinse his hair off she took one soapy hand and began to move it up and down his throbbing cock one or twice before stopping.
Unable to speak, Mark watched as she lathered his body using her hands, touching every inch of him. When he was rinsed clean she knelt on the floor of the shower and took him into her mouth, licking and sucking until he came hard in her mouth.
“Callie-“
She kissed him, and he could taste himself on her tongue. “Wash me, Mark.”
With soapy hands he washed her, spending an inordinate amount of time on her breasts. When she turned so he could wash her back, he snaked one hand between her thighs and nudged them open, stroking her clit. She moaned, and in one swift motion she was leaning forward, bracing herself on the wall as he entered her from behind. After a few thrusts he stopped and pulled her up, turning her to face him. He stopped the water and pulled her out of the shower, roughly pushing her over to the vanity.
As if reading his mind, she braced herself on the vanity as Mark entered her from behind again.
“Open your eyes, Callie. I want you to see what I see.”
She opened her eyes and saw their reflection in the mirror, saw herself flushed with need, saw Mark’s face full of love and desire, and she smiled.
Mark pulled out of her, and she whimpered, missing the feel of him inside of her.
Smacking her ass, he pulled her into the bedroom and lay her on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her thighs. He licked her inner thighs, her labia, everywhere but where he knew she was dying to be touched.
When he leaned in and licked her hot, wet center she moaned, thrusting her hips to meet his tongue. He inserted two fingers into her while his tongue made lazy circles around her engorged clit, and Callie’s hands grasped at the comforter.
“Mark,” she whimpered, her body trembling. “Please.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Standing up, he thrust into her, wrapping her legs around his hips. She moaned, and when she moved her hands up to tease her nipples, he felt his balls tighten. “Touch yourself, Callie.”
Slowly, one of her hands slid down her body until it was between them, and she began to rub her clit. After a moment she began to cry out, calling his name, her body writhing with pleasure. He climaxed again, then collapsed on top of her, panting and breathless.
“Holy shit,” she said, her voice shaky.
Mark laughed. “So does the sex get upgraded from good now?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
The cab idled in the driveway while the cabbie put Mark’s and Callie’s suitcases in the trunk.
“Bye, Mom,” Callie said, giving her mom a hug.
“Have a safe trip home, sweetheart.” Her mom brushed Callie’s hair out of her face and kissed her cheek. “And call every once and awhile.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Mark.” Yolanda’s smile was wide as she embraced Mark, kissing his cheek as well. “I hope we’ll be seeing you again soon.”
“Me, too.”
Hector embraced his only daughter. “Be safe, baby.”
“I will, Daddy.”
Smiling, Hector shook Mark’s hand. “Mark, I look forward to our next golf game. I should be in Seattle in the spring, we should play a round.”
“I’d like that.”
“Consider it done. Take care of her for me.”
Callie rolled her eyes.
A flurry of hugs and advice later, Mark and Callie were in the back of the cab, headed for the airport.
“Did you have a good Christmas?” Callie asked.
“The best,” Mark replied sincerely. “Makes me look forward to next year.”
“Are you being all cheesy and romantic?” she asked with a grin.
“Yeah. Don’t get used to it, though.” He slung his arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “It’s a long flight back to Seattle, Cal. I don’t know how we will occupy ourselves.”
She slid her hand from its spot on his leg to the crotch of his jeans. “Oh, I can think of a couple of ways.”
On the flight back to Seattle, they joined the Mile High Club. Four times.