Page 19 of A Constant Christmas

I’m about to slip a hand into her bottoms when she suddenly stands up.

“Pull your cock out,” she says with all the conviction in the world. Although I don’t know what she has in mind, I don’t hesitate to do as she asks.

When I pull it out and fist the bottom of it, she glances down, licking her lips. I wonder if what she has in mind, but before I can wonder too long, she moves my legs back on top of the chair and straddles me, so that she is facing away from me.

Pulling the material of the panties to the side, she positions herself right above me and slowly sinks down until I am completely buried in her tight channel.

She knows I love this position because I have a perfect view of that ass, and as she leans forward, I can see myself sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She rides me up and down, slowly moving so I am almost completely out before burying me once again.

Reaching forward, I use my hands to grab her ass as she fucks me. Sam knows exactly what I like, and fuck if I am not going to give it right back to her. As much as I love this position, I know she doesn’t get near as much pleasure out of it, so I enjoy it for a minute more before giving her what she craves.

Chapter Fifteen

Sam

Holy shit.

I don’t know when I have gotten so brazen, but I just began riding my husband on a beach. Mind you, it’s not a crowded beach. There is no one in the immediate vicinity, but we are not all alone on this island either.

But fuck it. I don’t care. I just want him. Everything else just fades away.

And if someone’s watching? Who cares. Let them watch. They can be jealous of the heat he and I share.

He grabs my hips as I continue my slow, steady pace. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and I know I’m driving him insane.

When he’s concluded that I have teased him long enough, he leans up to whisper in my ear, “Get inside. Now.”

Standing up, I adjust my bottoms, so they are covering me again as I make my way inside with Tyler right behind me.

We haven’t even shut the door behind us as he pulls me toward him, his mouth crashing down onto mine. His tongue wastes no time in entering my mouth and dancing with mine. My fingers run through his hair as he lifts me into his arms, locking my legs around him.

He doesn’t carry me far before setting me down on the kitchen island. We continue to kiss for a moment before he eases me backward. The cold tile of the countertop does little to cool my scorching skin.

He unties the sides of the bikini before pulling it from my body. Pushing my thighs wide, he runs his finger up and down my slit, spreading around my wetness.

“You know I’ll never get tired of this,” he says as he sinks two fingers into me.

I writhe beneath them as he begins applying pressure to my g-spot. Pressure begins to build inside me as he crooks his fingers in my favorite way.

Without pulling his fingers from me, he uses his other hand to pull a chair over as he sits down, his head parallel to the island…and eye to eye with my aching center. Leaning forward, he flicks his tongue against my clit a few times, and I’m practically panting his name.

He swirls it around in a circle as I feel myself edging closer to release. I’m so wet that every movement of his fingers echoes in the room around us.

When he pulls my clit in between his lips and begins to suck, I’m done. My back arches off the counter as my pussy grips his fingers like a vice. Through every pulse of my orgasm, he continues to lick, lapping up all my juices.

When I have finally stilled, he stands up, kicking the chair out of the way and pulling down his swim trunks. Without hesitation, he takes his large cock and slides it in. I cry out in pleasure as I feel him stretch me. Ten years and three kids later, and the man’s girth still stretches me every time.

Still sensitive from my recent orgasm, every sensation is heightened as I can feel every ridge of his dick exploring my folds.

He pumps into me hard and fast, knowing that’s just how I like it. His fingers grip my hips as he moves and angles my legs onto his shoulders allowing him even deeper access.

The way he is hitting all of my spots at the same time tells me I am going to be coming again very soon. When he moves the pad of his thumb to circle my clit, I’m seeing stars. The sound of me screaming his name bounces off the walls as my legs begin to shake.

He keeps up his tempo until I ride out my orgasm as hard as I can. The look in his eyes tells me that he’s close. He takes my legs off his shoulders and scoots my ass closer to the edge of the counter. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me up towards him so I am sitting up with my legs now wrapped around him as he continues to fuck me.

As he begins to find his release, he wraps his fist in my hair, gently tugging as his mouth devours mine once more. His tongue never stops moving with mine until he finishes.

He holds me in his arm for a moment while we try to catch our breaths. Before he lets me go, he gives me a final tender kiss and then helps me off the island.

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