Island Idyll by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

could feel it vibrating through his hand and arm.
    “More,” she begged shamelessly, and widened her stance to give him easier entry. She needed his touch. Needed it more than she needed her next breath.
    “Si,” he whispered, his voice rougher than she expected. But then her own voice had come out a good three tones lower than usual, the result of the carnal desire that held her transfixed. He thrust against her ass, pressing his erection into the cleft, her dress and his pants a sensual barrier she’d as soon weren’t there. “God, I missed this. Missed you.”
    Missed her? In the last forty-five minutes? She’d have laughed at his sentimentality—if she wasn’t burning for him. “Please,” she begged again. “Touch me. I need…need you to.”
    His groan was guttural and coincided perfectly with the instant his finger slid beneath the crotch of her thong and brushed against her pussy lips.
    Her knees buckled at the contact, and he held her tighter, supporting her, keeping her standing.
    “I’ve got you, baby,” he reassured as he ran his finger over the seam between her lips, once, twice, driving her crazy, making every nerve ending come to life. When he dipped it inside, gently, slowly, the liquid that had pooled there oozed out, coating his finger, wetting her panties.
    Her jaw dropped open, and she emitted a soundless cry.
    “Oh yeah. Just like it should be,” Josh murmured. Softly, deliciously, he fucked her, as if he’d been doing this all his life, stroking his finger in and out, adding another, brushing his thumb over her clit.
    Good. So damn good.
    So unbelievably good.
    Her brain short-circuited, refusing to work. Every thought she had fled her mind. She was nothing but a ball of pleasure, a leaf floating closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
    “Oh, yeah,” Josh crooned in her ear. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.” He thrust again against her ass, in time with movement of his fingers. “Ride my cock.”
    An unsettled flutter of…something shivered through her, and was gone as Josh caressed her clit, exerting a fraction more pressure than before.
    The pleasure was almost excruciating. The bubbles of laughter from close by a powerful aphrodisiac. Sienna burned from the inside out, her pussy the apex of her excitement.
    “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged. “Come on my fingers.”
    Tiny quivers rocked her inner walls.
    Baby?
    Another flutter of disquiet worried her and was gone.
    “Anyone could catch us,” he whispered. “Could catch you, rocking on my hand.”
    She whimpered, fear mingling with blatant excitement.
    “Let go, baby. Before they find us.”
    Baby. Not right. Something’s wrong.
    No, nothing was wrong. Everything was right. Wantonly, carnally right.
    “Uh-oh.” His voice was even lower than before and softer. His fingers continued their tempestuous strokes. “Someone’s coming. Walking off the path. Headed…headed towards us.”
    Her breath vanished. Her heart raced.
    “He’s close. Quick. Now, baby. Come, now.”
    Not baby. Princess!
    Sensation overwhelmed her. The quivers detonated into full-on convulsions and Sienna climaxed on his hand. Her pussy pulsed, clasping his fingers within, holding them there even as his thumb pressed harder, making the orgasm stretch out. And out. And out.
    She held in the scream she wanted to emit, groaned his name instead. “Josh.”
    The hand inside her stilled. The shoulder her head rested on turned rigid.
    “Josh?” he rasped. Ice-cold fury radiated from him, freezing the pleasure within. “Who the fuck is Josh?”
    “That…would be me,” another voice said. A voice just a little to her right, and almost as cold and angry as the voice in her ear.
    Dizziness assaulted Sienna. The world went out of focus.
    Baby.
    He extracted his fingers and stepped back, leaving her shaky and off-balance.
    Spicy aftershave.
    She grabbed the back of the bench, clutched it tight.
    Long shirt, long pants. Deep voice. Deeper than