Free Merry Christmas, Paige by MacKenzie McKade Page A

added another application of gel before inserting two fingers this time.
    Words could not describe the fullness she felt or the thrill pulsing through her core. With each thrust she found herself moving against him, wanting more—needing to have his cock fill her the way his fingers did.
    The scissoring effect he made with his fingers stretched her even more. When he inserted another finger, she welcomed his hand, needing to feel him deep inside her.
    “I think you’re ready.” He reached beneath his pillow and exposed the tube of lube. She was too aroused to care. “Shall we adjourn to the deck?”
    Her legs felt like rubber as he helped her from the bed and led her outside. All she could think of was easing the throb that vibrated between her thighs.
    He positioned her a foot away from the wrought-iron fencing looking over the crystal blue ocean. White caps formed and disappeared as others took their places. Another storm approached, or was it the tempest threatening to sweep through her that made her heart beat faster?
    He moved up behind her and her pulse started to race. “Lean over and take hold of the railing.”
    The wrought iron was cool as she wrapped her fingers around it. The reality that she couldn’t see what he was doing was beyond arousing. When a boat moved into her view, chills slithered up her spine. Not again. “Nathan?”
    “They can’t see us.” But he’d made that promise once before.
    She was about to object when he bent his knees and thrust. His cock slid easily between the moist lips of her pussy. Her back arched and he pushed all the way in. The breeze that tossed the palm fronds and leaves of an orchid tree caressed her nipples and blew her hair around her shoulders and face.
    He withdrew and then plunged forward again and again, each time a little firmer, a little deeper. As he stepped back, he withdrew completely.
    “No. Please.” Her plea was a mere whimper.
    “Patience, baby. I just need to add more lube.”
    Her pussy clenched at the thought of the cool gel, of his cock parting her cheeks and delving deep.
    “I can’t wait to feel that sweet, sweet ass of yours.”
     
    One more coat of gel on his cock and Nathan moved up behind her. He had never seen anything as sexy as Paige grasping the railing, waiting for him to take her. The sweet curves of her ass made his erection jerk, his balls draw up tight.
    She flinched when he touched her hip. Her uneasiness was obvious, but there was also excitement. It was in the way she rode his hand as he had fingered her. In fact, her actions had begged for more.
    He placed his dick at the entrance of her pink, puckered skin and eased just the head inside. Her taut hole was well greased and she took him without resistance.
    His heart drummed. He couldn’t believe she would allow him to do this, but he thanked God that she did. It was something he had dreamt of—claiming every inch of her.
    With one hand he grasped her hip. The fingers of his free hand wrapped around his shaft. Slowly he worked the head of his cock in and out of the tight space, careful not to go too far, too fast. He pushed a little deeper.
    A hoarse sound vibrated in her throat. “Oh,” she breathed.
    “Easy, baby. Relax. This won’t work if you don’t relax.” What was he saying? He was as tense as a virgin boy. Then again, this was new territory for both of them. “As I push in you’re supposed to press out to me.” He’d read that somewhere. “If you struggle, it will hurt.” He released her hip and applied more lube. They’d have a slippery mess before he was done, but he was bound and determined not to hurt her.
    “I’m okay.” She said one thing, but her shaky arms revealed something entirely different. “Just do it. That boat is coming closer.”
    He would have chuckled, but he was so friggin’ hot it was all he could do to move cautiously. “Breathe in, baby.” He parted her cheeks and aligned himself. “Now breathe out.” When she did he