Free Rekindling Christmas by Yvette Hines

lower so that he was caressing her sex from
behind, through her suit, as he rotated his hips and ground the side of his shaft
against her, circling her clit.
    Before she could even think about
what was coming, bright lights flashed behind her eyelids and spasms racked her
body.
    Pulling his mouth away, he egged her
on, incited her pleasure even more. “That’s it, sugar-lips, keep coming.”
    Explosions continued to rocket
through her.
    “Let me feel all that wet heat.” He
licked the water from her chin to the side of her neck as he maneuvered his
hand past the edge of her suit and stroked her sex.
    “Ahh,” she moaned. Her body was on
fire, but still she yearned for more.
    “Damn, you’re slippery and swollen
all over.” His fingers stroked the lips of her sex. “Wrap your other leg around
me. Let’s see if we can make you come again.”
    Again? She wasn’t sure if she’d ever
stopped. Obeying, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He buried two
fingers inside her, pressing deep.
    She screamed out her pleasure and
creamed around his digits. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone,
and feeling Carson’s thick fingers pumping inside her, not her own slender
touch, was her undoing.
    “Shit, you’re even tighter around me
as you come. Damn, give me some more, sugar-lips.” He took her mouth,
swallowing her cries as he finger-fucked her.
    She bucked against him, and his hard
cock still stroked her clit. The sensations she felt inside and out were
gloriously erotic.
    The water waved around them as he
carried them with urgency to the edge. His lips moved from her mouth to her
chin, down her neck, and over the tops of her breasts through her high-neck
bathing suit.
    “I want you, Ryanne…I’ve wanted
you...”
    “Yes.” She sighed, not considering
anything but that moment with Carson.
    He grabbed a strap and began to pull
it down. “So long…so long. I need—”
    “Oops, sorry to interrupt.” Laughter
erupted around them.
    Ryanne turned and looked over her
shoulder as a group of ten came rushing into the pool area and stopped as they
saw her and Carson. It wouldn’t take a wild guess to determine what she and
Carson were doing. What they were about to do more of.
    “Fuck it all to hell,” Carson growled, his voice strained with need.
    The same need her body was still
reeling from.
    He raised her strap back onto her
shoulder. She was grateful he hadn’t managed to get it down over her aching
breasts. That would have been even more embarrassing than him caught with his
hand in the underwater cookie jar.
    Damn. Damn. Damn . What was I thinking? She
shoved away from him. Not looking at Carson or the group now jumping into the
water around them, she straightened the bottom of her suit as she headed toward
the shallow end steps.
    “Ryanne.” He moved quickly and
grabbed her hand.
    “Look… I need to go.” She pulled her
hand away and saw the dark gray color of his eyes—desire. Don’t look at me
that way.
    “I can come with you.” He took steps
to follow her.
    “No. Um, no. I need to wash my
hair.” She rubbed her hand over her braids, knowing they were a barely
restrained mess. “You know it will take me over an hour to get it back into a
presentable style.” She walked backwards until her feet hit the first step.
    “Where you going, loverboy?” A
blonde splashed water at Carson’s back.
    He ignored the woman and took
another step toward Ryanne.
    “Stay. I need to go. I’ll probably
see you at dinner.” Without watching to see what Carson did, she raced toward
the door, briefly taking a moment to grab her key card, sneakers, and the terrycloth
robe she had worn down.
    The cold air of the hallway hit her
like a blast. Her teeth started chattering and she drew the robe tighter around
her. She knew she should have dried off better and used the heated room in the
pool area to warm up a little before she left, but that would have kept her
around Carson even more and she