Page 24 of The Sheikh’s Christmas Present

“Wanting something and taking something are two different things, Maria. I tease and seduce, but you have to take the final step.”

He stood completely still in the water, like a statue, waiting for her to make a decision.

Except that she’d made her decision the moment she’d crossed those rocks with him. Her pussy pulsed with need, and she took a deep breath and wrapped a hand around his cock.

Hard. Big.

“Fuck,” he hissed and immediately jerked out of her grasp. Whirling around, he gripped her hips and jerked her up against him. Maria moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection nestled in her wet slit, and she slowly moved against him.

Kissing her hard, he rocked her back and forth, his cock sliding over her clit. Overwhelmed, she cried out and clung to his neck. Despite the chill of the water, her whole body felt like it was on fire. “Please,” she hissed. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed hoarsely. “All I can think about is making you beg for me, but I can’t wait any longer. I want you right now. Hold on tight.”

There was no way she was letting go of him. Pressing her face into his neck, she felt him reach between them and slide a finger inside her, testing her.

She was soaking wet. He curled his finger easily inside her, and a wave of pleasure shot through her. “I’m ready. I’m ready, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

Lapping up the salt water from his skin, she scraped her teeth across his neck, and he readjusted his grip on her body. Before she knew it, he was probing her entrance.

He grunted and drove into her until he was completely sheathed. The sensual invasion shocked her so much that she lost her hold on him. If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have slipped under the water.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he groaned. “You feel so good, Maria. So tight.”

When he didn’t move, she wiggled her hips. She needed to feel him sliding deeper.

Hard pounding. If she was going to enjoy him, she wanted him without restraints.

He didn’t stop her, so she pulled her hips away and thrust back against him. “Maria,” he gasped. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“A little pain never killed anyone,” she said as she lifted her body again. Nibbling on his neck, she moved against him again. “I need more, Jarik. Please.”

“Hold tight,” he whispered. She tightened her legs around him, and he carried her from the water. The sun warmed her as he crossed the sand, still nestled inside her, and lowered her to the blanket. She felt exposed on the empty beach, but no one was around, and when the weight of his body pushed him even deeper inside her, she saw only him.

Digging her heels in the blanket, she pushed her hips up and dug her nails into his waist. It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He let go of his restraint and started driving into her harder and harder.

“Yes,” she whispered and arched her back. As if he could read her mind, he bent his head and took a sensitive nipple in his mouth. Roughly scraping his teeth across it, he drove her higher and higher. She could feel the unrestrained need swirling around in him, and he held nothing back.

Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled his head back and pressed her lips to his. His tongue mimicked the thrust of his hips, and he muffled the sound of her moans. She lost more and more control of her body until she began to shake from the pleasure. Falling back into the sand, she gasped and let go as the orgasm took her. “No,” she gasped. “No!”

“No?” He immediately froze above her. “Habibti, what’s wrong?”

Maria’s hands trembled as the orgasm subsided. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was afraid it’d make you come, and I’m not ready for it to be over.”

A faint smile played on his lips, and he gently pulled out of her. “You drive me insane, and I’m ready to blow, but there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m letting you go with only one orgasm. Now…let’s get you ready for round two.”

“Round two?” she asked faintly as he slid down her body. When she felt his tongue sliding over the skin of her inner thigh, she shivered. “Oh, God.”

Jarik continued to torment and tease her. Knowing how hard he was, she couldn’t believe his patience with her. Her body came back to life, desperate for what she’d just tasted.

More. She didn’t think she could ever have enough of him. When his tongue touched her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm, she jack-knifed up and grabbed his head. “Enough,” she gasped. “Please. I need you again.”

“Maria,” he whispered as he moved back up her body. Kissing her, he gripped her hips and pulled her over until she rolled on top of him and straddled him. Without any hesitation, she gripped his cock and took him deep inside her again. Although she’d just experienced him, she still couldn’t get over how they fit.

Perfectly.

“Ride me.” His voice was strangled and desperate, but she couldn’t keep her body still if she tried. Staring into his eyes, she began to move over him. It was slow and sensual at first. She felt like her soul was bared to him, and she struggled to put up a boundary. She tried to focus on the pleasure and remember that this was temporary, but the more she stared into his eyes, the faster she fell.

“Jarik,” she whispered. Breaking eye contact, she focused on the white-hot desire coiling inside her.

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