Free Caribbean Christmas by Jenna Bayley-Burke

wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. She moved from side to side, letting the nipple rings work their magic friction.
    He pulled her hair harder, breaking the kiss. She stared up at him, panting and open mouthed. His pale eyes glowed with passion, giving her a heady thrill. She’d done that to him.
    He bent his head and licked her throat, making her breath catch and her belly flutter. The second time, he licked all the way to her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and his tongue toyed with the loops of her earrings.
    His breath felt like steam as he whispered. “Tell me if I hurt you. Your skin is so pale, so flawless, any bruise will stand out. I don’t want to mark you.”
    “Don’t you?”
    “God help me, I do. But I won’t. Not now.” His big hands circled her rib cage, lifting her onto the teak bench so that his mouth was level with her nipples. He stared up at her as he tongued the piercing, his gaze intent as he took the ring in his teeth and pulled. Her pussy clenched with each slow tug until it felt as if her inner folds had doubled in size. Each shift of her legs heightened the awareness.
    Maybe she’d come from just this. It was nearly enough.
    He moved his attentions to her other breast, and she threaded her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips as she closed her eyes and rode out the sensation. Her body vibrated and quivered like thunder in the air. She wanted it to go on forever. She wanted him to pull her down and take her without pretense. She just wanted. So much.
    He pressed his blunt fingers against her hips and dragged down the rest of her suit. She stepped out and watched as he straightened it, laying it carefully on the bench to dry. He grasped her hips again and licked his lips.
    “I can be slow, gentle, if that’s what you need.”
    “I don’t think I can take that.” Her pussy felt so full, ripe, she wondered if it might actually have swollen outside of her body. “Just be you, with me. However that is, that’s what I need.”
    He grinned up at her, his classic handsome features suddenly seeming naughty. He lifted her off the bench and set her beside him as his gaze scanned around them. She couldn’t see past the orgasm lurking in her future. She reached for him and gripped his full cock through the thin material of his board shorts.
    “No hands on the cock.” He slapped her ass and she released him, pulling her belly in and standing up straighter. “You made that rule. Your pussy is the only thing that is going to be enough for me now.”
    With his hand on the small of her back, he led her to the stairs and below the deck, not slowing until they were in the small berth. The room held little more than a bed, but they didn’t need anything else. He shucked off his shorts and his long, thick cock stretched up against his taut abs. Now that was a sight she wouldn’t need a picture to remember.
    He grabbed the box of condoms from the bed, tore into it and dropped it to the floor as he opened a small package.
    “You’ll tell me when you’ve had enough.” He protected them, then stepped to her. He cupped her pussy, massaging her folds before slipping a finger inside her. “I want you to come, and if I hurt you, you won’t be able to.”
    She gripped the hard muscles of his arm to keep him there and keep herself up. She licked her lips and wished he would stop talking and start fucking. She rocked her hips against his hand, her mind drunk on need.
    He released his hold on her, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them with hungry determination. Her pussy quivered, desire buzzing through her mind like white noise. She sat on the bed and leaned back, inching her way towards the pillows.
    She moved one leg up, letting it fall open to the side. Joe’s gaze focused right where she wanted him most.
    “I’ve had enough waiting.” She moved her fingers up her inner thigh and spread open her outer lips, exposing her slick flesh to