Big Package

by Opal Carew

  “To be honest, I’ve never been here before. They used to own the cabin down the road.”

  “Well, if you want to switch to this room, just let me know.”

  Boldly, she stepped close and pressed her hand to his chest.

  “I’m rather hoping we’ll both share this one.”

  His smile broadened and he pulled her tightly to him again. This time, his kiss was filled with passion, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth possessively.

  They sank onto the couch and his hands glided to her shoulders, then down to the collar of her shirt. She felt him unfasten the top button. Her stomach tightened. She grasped his hands, stopping him. He leaned back and tipped his head.

  “Is there something wrong?”

  “No, I . . .” She sighed. “I’m just a bit nervous.”

  He brushed his lips against her temple. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll go as slow as you want.”

  Oh, God, he is so perfect.

  She leaned back and unfastened the second button of her shirt. He stroked his hand through her hair, sending tendrils of molten heat through her as the strands glided through his fingers. He watched her progress down the placket of her shirt. But it wasn’t her fingers he was watching. It was her blouse parting, revealing the powder-blue bra beneath.

  The reflected firelight danced in glittering sparks in his eyes as she drew the blouse from her shoulders and let it slip away. He smiled at the sight of her lace-clad breasts. She gathered her courage and stood up, unfastened the button and zipper of her jeans, then pushed them down.

  As she sat down again, she slowly returned her gaze to his face, steeling herself for some sign of disapproval at her fat thighs or too-wide hips.

  But the look of awe in his eyes shocked and delighted her. He ran his hand down her side, from her bra to the top of her panties.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  “You don’t have to say that.”

  He frowned. “Holly, I’m not just saying it. It’s true.” He shook his head. “It’s sad that you don’t understand how lovely you are.”

  Her breath caught at his words and tears welled in her eyes.

  She cupped his face and moved in for a kiss. He welcomed her, holding her in his arms and pulling her close, his mouth moving on hers . . . coaxing . . . loving . . . full of tenderness. Her breasts, pressed tight against him, swelled in need. She glided her fingers through his wavy dark hair, holding him tighter, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slid between his lips, seeking his . . . tangling with it . . . the two dancing together. Then he suckled and she moaned softly.

  She couldn’t believe she was here in his arms. That he was holding her so tenderly. Making her feel wanted . . . special . . . The desire shining so brightly in his eyes was for her.

  She never remembered being as happy as she was right now.

  Sliding her hands from his hair, she drew back and gazed into those midnight-blue eyes that seemed to see deep into her, reading her very soul.

  Sitting back on her feet that she curled under her, she reached behind and unfastened her bra. Watching him, she dropped the straps from her shoulders and slowly . . . her gaze locked with his . . . drew the garment away, slowly revealing her breasts.

  His gaze didn’t waver from hers, as if what he saw in her eyes trumped everything else.

  Finally, her gaze dropped to her chest, encouraging him to look. When she lifted her face again, she saw his look of wonder . . . and a smile turning up his lips. She reached for his hand and lifted it, then pressed it over one breast. He cupped her and the warmth of him almost made her cry. She leaned into him, her budding nipple pressing into his palm.

  He cupped her other breast and she rested her hands on his shoulders, wanting to feel the strength of his strong, muscular frame as he felt her softness.

  He slid his hands to her hips and glided her onto his lap, her legs straddling his. He cupped her breasts again, then dipped his head to take one nipple in his mouth. She clung to his head as he pulsed around her nub, sending strands of shimmering sensation quivering through her. She arched against him.

  Her eyes widened at the feel of the bulge pressing against her stomach. Her hips arched forward and his thick shaft, hard as steel, pressed against her intimate flesh, with only thin layers of fabric between them.

  He turned her and rolled her back until she was lying on the couch and he was hovering over her. He smiled and captured her lips, then kissed down her neck until he captured her other nipple. She groaned at the delightful feel of his mouth on her. His tongue swirled over her, sending her heart racing and her need swelling.

  He suckled her nipple, sweetly kissed it, and then moved to the other. The pulsing feel of her being drawn into his mouth made her breath catch.

  “I’m going to carry you to the bed now, then make love to you,” he murmured against her flesh, then licked her hard nub again.

  When he tucked his hand under her knees, ready to sweep her up, she grasped his wrist.

  “No, wait. I want to see you. To touch you.”

  He drew back and sat beside her, then nodded. “Okay, now I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous.”

  “Why?” she asked, using every ounce of willpower to stop her hand from stroking over his thigh . . . then upward until she found his hard erection.

  “Because I don’t want to scare you.”

  Chapter Five

  Holly’s gaze flicked to Kalen’s. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you’ve already had one big package thrust on you today. What I’ve got might be a little larger than what you’re used to.”

  He stood up and she stared at the big ridge inside his boxers. A quiver raced down her spine. Could that really be all him?

  “You know that pink dildo in the box your ex gave you?”

  “Twelve inches,” she said.

  He nodded. “Like that.”

  He pushed down his boxers, revealing the biggest penis she’d ever seen. Even including the porn Jim used to insist on watching before they had sex.

  Her jaw dropped open.

  He crouched down and took her hands. “Look, I meant it. I don’t want you to feel scared or intimidated. If you don’t want to deal with it, I understand. Believe me, there have been other women who just didn’t feel they could cope with it and they walked away.”

  She stared down at his immense member. “It is really big. But I want to be with you.”

  He smiled and brought their joined hands to his mouth, then brushed his lips against her fingers.

  “There are lots of things we can do together.” He smiled. “Things I can do to give you pleasure.”

  He went to lift her again, but she shook her head.

  “No.”

  His smile faded and he nodded in understanding.

  But he didn’t understand at all.

  “I want to touch you. To do something for you,” she said.

  He was standing in front of her now, his magnificent cock standing even taller, and she reached out and touched it. It twitched at the brush of her fingertips. She wrapped both hands around it. The thickness of it filled her palms. Stretched her fingers. She glided up and down, feeling the kid-leather-soft skin glide over the rock-hard rod beneath.

  She drew it toward her, until the almost billiard ball-sized head was pointing straight at her. She leaned forward and licked the massive cockhead. She swirled her tongue over the surface, and curled under the ridge and lapped around him. His fingers coiled in her hair and she gazed up to see an expression of rapture in his eyes.

  She kissed his tip, tasting the salty liquid oozing there, then relaxed her jaw and opened as wide as she could, pressing forward until she took the whole head into her mouth. It filled her and she thought her jaw might pop its hinges, but it was so worth it to see the delight and incredulity on his face.

  She couldn’t do any more . . . couldn’t take him deeper . . . but she sucked on him while her hands glided along his shaft
.

  He stroked her hair, his fingers gliding through it, then moving back to her head and combing through again. He made every part of her tingle.

  She kept stroking him with one hand—along one side of his thick member—as her other hand found his testicles. She cupped them gently in her palm and caressed.

  As she sucked and stroked, he moaned softly. He was getting even harder, and if possible, swelling even bigger. She lapped her tongue over him and squeezed him in her mouth.

  “Baby, you’re so warm and soft. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  But she nodded. She wanted him to. She wrapped both hands around him and stroked him steadily, her mouth squeezing and sucking with determination. His hands cupped around her head and held it gently as he moaned.

  “Oh, baby, yeah. That feels so good.” His voice tightened and she knew he was close.

  She squeezed his cockhead as she sucked harder, her hands moving faster. He stiffened, then groaned as his hot liquid erupted deep into her throat.

  She kept sucking as his body shuddered. Finally, she released him from her mouth. Her jaw muscles ached, but she missed him being inside her. He smiled, gazing at her with a tender expression, then he drew her to her feet. To her shock, he kissed her. Her ex had never kissed her after she’d satisfied him in this way, afraid of getting a taste of himself on her lips.

  But Kalen not only kissed her lips, he glided his tongue inside in an intimate sweep.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. That was incredible.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

  This time, she didn’t stop him.

  Kalen laid her on the bed and stared at her beautiful, glowing face. She’d given him so much pleasure with her warm, sweet mouth. When he’d come inside her, it had rocked him to the core. Maybe because she had accepted him so completely—not wanting him, or rejecting him, because of his penis size.

  So many of the cheerleaders in high school had wanted to date him specifically because of his infamous cock size. They all seemed to want to ride his giant member, almost as a rite of passage. Girl after girl practically threw themselves at him, but then most of them, faced with the real thing, had backed off. Rejecting him, oblivious to the pulsing hard-on they left him with. Some would give him a hand job, but many were so self-absorbed they would just leave him in his aching situation while begging him not to tell anyone they hadn’t followed through.

  He was the envy of every guy at the school, where all of them thought he’d banged every one of the cheerleaders at their school, along with several from some of the schools from nearby towns they’d played against.

  But he didn’t care about any of that. All he’d wanted was a real girlfriend. One who would want him for who he was, not because of the size of his dick. One he could hold and cherish, make love to, and cuddle tenderly in the dark of the night.

  He wanted to feel close to a woman.

  The same crap happened in college—university as they called it in Canada. But at least the Canadian students he went out with—either because they were college-aged, and therefore more mature than high school girls, or because it was part of the polite Canadian nature—rarely left him needy. They would either give him head or bravely take on his cock. Many enjoyed it, but he hated it when he could tell a woman was doing it just to please him—whether that was full-out sexual intercourse or a blow job.

  He found he’d rather talk a woman out of it than see that look on her face.

  With Holly, however, it was clear she didn’t do it just out of a feeling of obligation. He saw it in her eyes—a true desire to give him pleasure.

  And she had.

  The fact that she wanted to be with him had touched him. She hadn’t even known about his size.

  From their earlier conversation, it became clear that she’d wanted him since high school. Damn, if only he had realized it. If he hadn’t been caught up in his own stupid issues and pursued her then, he’d probably be a happier, less screwed-up person now.

  He couldn’t remember when a woman had wanted to be with him, Kalen Welles, rather than with the guy with the big dick. One woman even called him that at a party. She didn’t even know his name, just said, “Hey, you’re the guy with the big dick,” and grabbed his hand to drag him to a nearby bedroom. He should have pulled away, but that woman at least knew what she was doing and he’d gotten to immerse himself in a willing, enthusiastic woman that night. Unfortunately, his physical need often trumped his need for a deeper relationship. Or even to be valued for more than what he was packing between his legs.

  Holly stroked his cheek. “You look deep in thought.”

  He smiled. “I’m just thinking how lucky I am right now.”

  She laughed. “Because you’re going to get laid?”

  His smile faded. “No, because . . .” He sat down on the bed beside her and stroked a long, shiny wave of hair behind her ear. “Because I’m here with you.”

  He could see her cheeks turn a deep rose. She wasn’t used to compliments.

  “You don’t have to say things like that.” Her gaze averted.

  He cupped her head and turned it back to face him.

  “But it’s true, and I want you to know that.”

  She lay back on the pillow and opened her arms. He leaned in close as her arms curled around him and kissed her. Her lips, so soft and warm, joined with his, sending his heart throbbing. Deepening the kiss ignited a burning passion, blazing through him like a flaming torch.

  He wanted her. His cock ached to be buried deep inside her.

  Their lips parted and he stroked the hair from her forehead, gazing into her wide, dark-brown eyes filled with longing. But he wanted to concentrate on her. Give her the pleasure she deserved.

  He kissed her again, then cupped her luscious breasts. They were full and round and filled his hands nicely, the nipples hard beads pressing into his palms. He caressed the soft mounds, then dragged his thumbs over her nubs. She murmured in delight, desire flickering in her eyes.

  “Your breasts are so beautiful.”

  He kept his gaze locked with hers as he lowered his head to her. She watched him, her cheeks deepening in color again as he kissed her hard nub. The feel of it against his lips excited him. He took it into his mouth and nudged the nipple with his tongue several times, then swirled over it. When he began to suckle, her eyelids fell closed and she whimpered. The sound seeped into him and set his blood on fire.

  He kissed down into the valley between her breasts, nuzzled between them, their softness cradling his face, then moved up again to the other nipple. His fingers stroked over the damp nub of the other breast as he suckled on this one. He drew the hard nub deep into his mouth, loving the sound of her soft moan.

  He lifted his face and her eyelids opened again. He smiled and meandered down her stomach in a trail of light kisses. When he reached her panties, he kissed along the silky flesh above, then nipped the elastic and lifted. He hooked his finger underneath and tugged the fabric down, and pulled on the other side, too. She lifted her hips and he glided the lacy garment down. His gaze locked on her naked pussy—shaved bare—and then he pulled the panties all the way off and tossed them aside.

  He kissed up her inner thigh, loving the sight of goose bumps dancing across her flesh. He parted her thighs and stared at her intimate folds. He could sense her unease from him looking at her like this. He glided a finger over her outer lips. His insides pulsed with need. He glanced at her face and could see the uneasiness in her eyes.

  “I love looking at you. I wish it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

  “It doesn’t.”

  He smiled. “It does. But we’ll work on that.”

  He brushed his thumbs up and down over the outer folds, then eased inward until he was stroking the pink petals of flesh. He stroked his fingertip between them, almost groaning as he felt the slickness there.

  “You’re so wet.”

  A quick glance told him her cheeks were flaming red.


  He nudged his fingertip inside, stroking the velvety warmth.

  “Oh, God, you feel so good.”

  “I really want you . . . um . . . inside me right now,” she said.

  “I know, sweetheart. I can tell. But right now I’m going to do this.”

  He lowered his mouth and pressed his tongue to her soft flesh, and licked her. He used his thumbs to open her, exposing the little pearl inside. He dabbed his tongue against her and she softly moaned.

  He chuckled, delighted at her response. Then he covered her with his mouth and suckled lightly.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

  His cock throbbed with need.

  He pushed his finger inside her again and glided in and out. She drew in a breath. Another finger joined the first and he pulsed inside her velvet opening. The whole time, he kept suckling her.

  She arched, her breathing fast and erratic. He licked her clit, then swirled over it, his fingers pumping into her. Her channel closed around him, squeezing his fingers, pulling them deeper inside. He chuckled against her slick flesh, then lapped and teased her button.

  “Oh, God, that’s so . . .”

  He sucked and she gasped.

  “Oh, oh . . . Yes!”

  She moaned, her body pulsing against him. He continued pumping his fingers into her, deep and fast. She was in full orgasm, but it seemed to be rising, so he kept on. Soon, her wails filled the room.

  He couldn’t drag his gaze from her face, so incredible, glowing in ecstasy.

  Then he felt it—a rush of heat against his hand.

  He lifted his head and saw the flood of liquid. His groin tightened.

  Fuck, she just ejaculated.

  He couldn’t believe it. He’d heard about this, but never experienced it. Without stopping his fingers plunging inside her, a smile split his face at the thought he’d made her come so extravagantly.

  Finally, her moans faded and her body relaxed on the bed. He slid up to her side, but when he went to kiss her, she rolled away and skittered across the room and into the bathroom. He tried not to let it feel like a rejection. Many women didn’t like the taste of themselves on a man’s mouth. He knew that only too well. So often, when he’d given a woman pleasure this way, he wasn’t even able to have the closeness of a kiss afterward before she’d disappear. The women who didn’t have full-out penetration with him rarely stayed to cuddle.