A Christmas Together by Tara Quan Read Free Book Online

her neglected breast.
    By the time he lifted his head and unwound his arms, he’d reduced her to a limp trembling mess. He hooked his finger under her waistband. With a swift tug, her shorts and underwear slid to her ankles.
    Lifting her by the waist, he seated her on the warm vibrating counter. Pulling her to the edge, he spread her legs and positioned himself between them. With a brush of his thumb, her clit fired to life.
    He splayed his free hand over her collarbones and pushed her back. To support her weight, she placed her palms behind her and straightened her arms. The position lifted her breasts. A possessive grip on her waist, he lowered his head.
    Her nipples had grown so sensitive the slightest brush elicited a shudder. When he ground his arousal against her naked flesh, her inner muscles clenched in a demand for more. Every nerve-ending over-stimulated, she writhed. Until this moment, the dishwasher’s rumble was background noise. With his tongue laving the tip of her breast and denim abrading her clit, her body responded to every vibration.
    Sensory overload dragged her to the precipice. Her eyes drifted shut. Harsh pants echoed in her ears, accompanied by throaty moans. “Karl…Please…”
    He shoved his hand between her thighs, roughly probing as she cried out. His thumb circled. Flashes of red and white erupted behind her eyelids. She screamed.
    When she regained the ability to process her surroundings, she found her forehead and palms resting against his broad chest. His hands shifted between their bodies, unzipping his fly and pulling his waistband down to his hips. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his erection as he unearthed a square packet from his jeans.
    When the empty silver wrapper drifted to the floor, she licked her lips. He appeared much larger than previous experience led her to expect. Tensing, she reached out to measure him with her hand, hoping his perceived size might be an illusion.
    He caught her wrist. “I can’t. I’m not going to last much longer as it is.”
    Moving with surprising speed, he smoothed the condom on before lifting his hands to cradle her face. His kiss was surprisingly gentle. His teeth scraped her lower lip as he traced the shape of her mouth with his tongue. One by one, her tight muscles relaxed.
    Massaging his way down her spine, he rested his palms on her lower back and pulled her to the edge of the counter. His lips continuing to tease her, he nudged her legs apart.
    He shifted closer. Searching her folds, he exposed her clit. She almost leapt off the counter when the tip of his cock brushed over the throbbing nub.
    He closed his hands around her waist. “Hold onto me.”
    Trembling, she looped her arms around his neck.
    “Good girl.” He nuzzled her cheek.
    He surged into her, his breach relentless, stretching her more than she’d thought possible. The sting, the slow burn as he pushed, blurred her vision with tears. She dug her fingers into his back, clamped her teeth together to stem a cry. He stopped only once he was buried to the hilt.
    Panting, she tilted her head to look at him. Moisture glistened over his forehead and chest. His hair was damp. She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertips and felt the taut muscles on his face. Realizing the physical cost of his restraint, she brushed her lips over his jaw. “Don’t stop.”
    Growling, he looped one arm around her waist and reached between their bodies with his free hand. She whimpered as he pressed down at the apex of her opening. Waves of pleasure cascaded, distracting her from his impalement.
    His intense gaze on her face, he pulled out and slid back in, truncating his penetration with flicks of his thumb. Her clit pulsed, and with each slow thrust, slick moisture gathered, easing the subsequent entry. Soon, pain turned into pleasure.
    Liquid heat gathered where their bodies met, the burning rope of hungry need winding with each harsh panting breath. Swearing, he pumped his hips. She