Free Gillian’s Island by catjohnson

clench
against him, before incredibly, amazingly, releasing and allowing him
to push deeper, all the way past his knuckle.
    “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”
    In the darkness, Jamie drew in a shaky breath. “How much more?”
    She pulled him up by the shoulders so his face was level with hers,
then reached down and grasped his erection. “All of you.”
    He swallowed so loudly she could probably hear it. “We’ll
need lubrication.”
    “I’m sure you can come up with something. I trust you.”
    Her trust warmed his heart—the heart that was pounding so
loudly he could barely hear anything else.
    Jamie leapt off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
    He grabbed the flashlight and ran for the galley. The olive oil was
still outside from their feast and he didn’t want to get
dressed again to go out to get it. His light hit upon a small bottle
of truffle-infused oil in the cabinet. A bit gourmet for their
purposes, but it would do.
    Practically sprinting Jamie returned, naked and not caring who saw,
to the stateroom to find Gillian had rolled over onto her stomach.
Her ass faced up for the taking. For him to take.
    Jamie swallowed again and strode to the bed, unscrewing the cap of
the bottle as he went. The oil was cool as he drizzled it onto the
length of his penis. He spread it around, then glanced at her ass.
    “Lift up.” His own voice sounded as husky as hers had.
    She did as he asked and he truly feared passing out. Drawing in a
shaky breath, he tilted the bottle and watched a thin stream of oil
fall, hitting the skin at the base of her spine before running
between her cheeks. She hissed in a breath and, reaching back, spread
the beautiful globes of her ass for him. He poured more oil and
watched it pool in her tight hole.
    The bottle abandoned on the bedside table, Jamie kneeled behind her
and pressed one fingertip into her. He pushed in easily. She rocked
back against him, fucking her ass with his finger while moaning.
    “God, Jamie. Fill me. I need you to fill me.”
    “My pleasure.” The flashlight he’d put down on the
bed when he’d returned from the galley lit her glistening,
well-oiled ass as well as his cock as he guided the wide flared head
of his erection to her hole and pushed inside.
    She stilled, not even breathing as his steady pressure buried him
deep inside the tightest place he’d ever been. Then she began
to rock against him.
    “Put something else in me.” Gillian panted.
    He plunged his fingers inside her pussy as he fucked her ass with his
cock.
    “More,” she gasped.
    The flashlight rolled from the rocking of the bed and caught his
attention. Hell, why not? They’d already gone so far past all
accepted social convention he couldn’t believe it. Jamie
grabbed the flashlight and slid the handle into her wet pussy.
    “Yes.” She pushed against his hand, forcing it in deeper.
“Fuck me.”
    Jamie plunged his cock in and out of her ass while fucking her with
the flashlight at the same time until she was crying out and
trembling. Her orgasm gripped him, her muscles bearing down so
tightly he could barely move within her ass.
    “Oh my God.” He shuddered and reached for the bottle,
dripped more oil onto the spot where their bodies were joined, then
picked up speed. He fucked her hard and fast until sweat dripped from
his face onto her back. Until her face was buried in the pillow and
her cries turned to keening as her muscles continued to convulse
around him.
    She reached down and began to finger her clit. From his position
behind her, he watched in amazement. This was sex like you saw in the
movies. Like you read about in those magazines but never believed
anyone actually had. Yet they were having it. He was having it.
    Her cries took on a different tone, deeper, more powerful, with a
quality that sounded almost as if she’d reached another level
of orgasm. Then he felt it, the hot wet wash of liquid run over his
hand where he gripped the flashlight still inside her.
    “Oh my