Free Caribbean Christmas by Jenna Bayley-Burke Page A

the air.
    “No touching yourself.” Joe placed a knee on the bed and then leaned down over her. “If you’re wet for me, it’s for me and not you.”
    “God, you’re bossy.” She trailed her fingers up to her belly, toying with her ring. The tiny pulses of pleasure it sent out were not nearly enough.
    “Just following some great advice.” He grabbed a pillow and kneeled on the bed between her legs. He guided them open, then helped her lift her hips so he could slide the pillow beneath them. “Tell me when you can’t take anymore.”
    She arched up and tweaked one of his nipples. “Fuck me already.”
    “I’ll give you want you need. You just tell me when you want more. I have more than you can handle.” He took himself in hand and stroked his thick length along her swollen folds. She hummed and stretched her arms overhead, tilting her hips for more contact.
    He teased her opening, then pushed the plump tip inside. The glorious sensation spread out like a firework, tingles moving all the way to her toes.
    “More?”
    She nodded and moaned as a few more inches stretched her swollen flesh. “More,” she begged before he had a chance to ask.
    She chanted the words, hot pleasure filling her every time he pushed deeper. He was so thick, so big, her pussy felt heavy from the weight of his cock, intensifying the sensation. She felt so full she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his back, making more room for him. He moved deeper until she was sure she’d taken all of him.
    “More?”
    She moaned and wrapped her other leg around him, amazed by the sensation as he continued to fill her in ways no one ever had. He asked her again and she rocked him deeper into her body.
    “Sass this is so good, so good.” He pushed forward again and her breath caught. She pressed a hand against her stomach, expecting to feel him there. “Almost there, schatje . You can take all of me, can’t you?”
    She nodded and he pushed in, his pelvic bone pressing against her clit, his balls resting on her ass. Tension coiled so tight within her she wondered if she’d ever be able to come, ever release this glorious pressure.
    He licked her lips and she moaned, unable to respond with her body wound so tight and stuffed with cock. He held himself over her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, tasting and licking as if she were the most delicious thing he’d ever put his lips on.
    And then he began to rock his hips.
    Pleasure pulsed between her legs and deeper, her womb vibrating, her stomach tightening, even her nipples pulled as tight as they could. Everything in her fell away except for the man pressing himself ever deeper into her body. He swirled his hips, upping the tempo and she could feel it, release just out of her grasp. She reached for it, pressing them tighter until her breath froze in her chest, her world slowed and then stopped.
    Tension broke, washing bliss through her body from the inside out. The waves went on and on, each one melting into the next like maple syrup on hot pancakes. Her throat was dry, her voice hoarse as she chanted his name. She thrashed and gripped the sheets, his arms, his back, anything to anchor her to this amazing sensation.
    The waves slowed, but before they stopped, he unhooked one of her legs from behind his back and stretched it up to his shoulder. And then he started to thrust.
    Breath whooshed out of her with every withdrawal and push. Each stroke grew longer, deeper, harder, until he set the rhythm of her breath with every plunge. She felt so out of control, so blissfully open and sexual, her body pleasuring him, them together.
    Tension started to build again, different this time. The friction deep within her doing something else entirely. She arched her neck, her back, her body moving without her intent. Her legs quaked, shaking as her panting breaths became louder, sharper.
    She heard her own screams, but it was as if her body had lifted to another realm. She heard them in the same way she