Page 13 of Bad Decisions

My tongue continues to tussle with hers. It turns out Jewel not only smells of marshmallows but also tastes of them, and it could become my new favorite flavor. Delicate fingers dig into my hair as she holds on tight, her long nails scraping against my scalp. Any thoughts of taking things slow are disintegrating under our bruising make-out session.

I peel my lips reluctantly from hers. Not because I want to, but purely because if I don’t, I’ll be ripping the clothes from her body, and she deserves a lot more tenderness than a quick fuck. I’ve never thought of Jewel as a hookup. The connection between us from that first look pulled deeper. And it’s that emotion that holds my chest in a viselike grip now.

When there is an inch of space separating our mouths, I growl, “I fucking want you like you’re my last breath.” I withdraw a little more. “But if you don’t feel the same, you need to tell me before we do something you might regret.”

I’m teetering on a precipice, and I’ve just handed over all the power to her. Do we jump? Or take a big step back?

Jewel’s eyes darken, my desire reflected in their depths. “Don’t you dare stop. I need you to make me feel again.” And before I even know what’s happening, she loosens her hold on me and is tugging her sweater off over her head.

Underneath is a tight white tank that does little to hide the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Her full breasts stretch the fabric, her nipples pointed peaks begging for attention, and I’m the man for the task. I duck my head down and take one of her tempting buds into my mouth, fabric and all. I can’t even wait to uncover the bounty she’s serving up to me.

“I’ll make you feel till you’re screaming for release, beautiful.”

She moans, and it’s like a siren song, beckoning me not to hold back. It’s been years since I’ve had the luxury of time with a woman who truly entices me. Jewel’s curves are as precious as her name suggests, and I intend to take my time to explore and make this memorable for both of us.

I want her naked, spread out before me, but there is plenty of time for that. Right this second, I need to get Jewel off. I’m desperate to own her orgasm, to hear her scream my name from those pretty lips and feel her nails mark my flesh.

The delicate, tiny woman that I first thought she was has revealed herself to be a vixen who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. It’s sexy as fuck.

With one arm holding her to me so my mouth can continue to nuzzle her tits, I snake my free hand underneath the tank, peeling it up. It’s like unwrapping a long-awaited present.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I’m a tits man, and I just hit the jackpot. My mouth descends for the first unhindered lick of one pert, rosy nipple. A rush of desire shoots straight to my cock.

Her head tilts up to the ceiling, and she leans back onto the felt tabletop; I follow her down.

Licking. Teasing. Devouring. I’m like a wild animal feasting, and the unfiltered mutterings falling from Jewel’s lips encourage me to continue.

Reaching a hand between us, I ease the zipper down on her jeans, giving me enough space to thread my hand into the lace band of her underwear. My index finger dips deeper.

She’s soaked. A drippy, needy hot mess, and I want to drink her in, but not here. Not yet.

“Fuck, Will, rub me,” she begs in a raspy voice.

I swipe my finger between her folds until it’s coated, then bring it to my mouth.

Jewel’s hooded eyes watch me intently as I suck it clean, a shiver rippling through her body, jiggling her tits provocatively. I bend to capture the melodic moans trickling from her pretty mouth while my fingers return to her pussy and plunge into her tight heat.

“Oh … my … God,” she murmurs, and I swallow her words.

I lift my head briefly. “You like that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“I need more. Rougher. Harder,” she gasps out, and her fingers dig painfully into my shoulder.

Jewel is such a contradiction—a tiny, delicate figure with the fierceness of a tiger hiding beneath the surface. And she’s so fucking receptive to my touch that it’s like the most potent aphrodisiac.

I twist my fingers in her channel, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing the little button of pleasure just like she is begging me to. Her voice rises to the ceiling, then bounces back at us. Her pussy tightens around my finger as she desperately searches for her release.

The sounds coming from her mouth are feral and so fucking hot. I can’t wait to fill her with my cock.

Her hips buck and writhe, and I rub her sensitive bud harder, increasing the friction.

“Faster,” she pleads, her voice pitching higher.

I curl my fingers deep inside her, feeling her walls clench. And then she’s falling apart in my arms, yanking at my hair as she rides out her pleasure.

Slowly, her muscles relax, turning her into a limp, liquid hot mess, so completely undone, and all I want to do is hold her to me. I remove my hand from her waistband, then scoop her into my arms. This beautiful woman just blew my mind, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

Jewel’s hands clasp behind my neck, her gorgeous breasts pressed up against my chest. I want to squeeze her tighter, but she’s so tiny I may break her.