Page 15 of Bad Decisions

He’s looking up at me from between my thighs. “It’s a long list.”

“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I ask, and his laughter fills the room. “Good, you can get started on that list, then.”

He smothers his chuckle in my pussy, and the brush of air over my clit feels amazing. But nowhere near as good as when he spreads me wider with his thumbs before bending to the task of driving me wild.

He kisses.

He teases.

He nips.

He devours every inch of flesh from my clit to my channel. And I ache for more, eliciting a need to be filled. A desire to be stretched around his thick cock.

He plunges two fingers into me, then three, and my walls clench greedily around them. But then his mouth clamps down on my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I explode.

A shower of fiery sparks flashes behind my closed eyelids.

The scream of release is yanked from my throat.

Consumed and overwhelmed, I gasp to fill my lungs with air, thinking I might black out if I don’t catch a breath. Oh my God, my orgasms have never been like this before.

Will kneels before me, his dick standing proud and hard as he covers it with a condom. He obviously picks up on something in my expression because he says, “I’ll take it slow.”

“What if I don’t want you to be slow?”

He grins. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He lines up to my entrance, and my body opens to him.

He pushes in an inch, then withdraws.

But when he pushes in a couple of inches the next time and goes to withdraw, I reach a hand around to grab his ass. If I wasn’t already turned on, the feel of my nails sinking into his gluteus maximus would do it.

Will stills. The tension in the straight line of his mouth is just one indication of how much he is holding back.

“No … more … slow. Just fuck me,” I beg. And the breath whooshes from my lungs when he plunges balls deep into me in one powerful thrust.

Light flickers across my vision, and I moan at the amazing feeling of fullness. The stretch is so exquisite I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm—which I’ve never had during penetration before. Obviously, my previous lovers didn’t have a clue or the right equipment.

At a loss for words, I lift my legs, resting my ankles on Will’s shoulders. Never have I ever been so grateful for my former gymnastics training.

Will pumps in and out in short, hard bursts of power, filling me impossibly full. His movements are deep and penetrating, hitting my G-spot, and each time, I can feel the impending orgasm clawing its way up through my body. My muscles tensing, clenching, tightening … until I spiral into another release.

My screaming, “Yeesss,” unleashes at full volume and is only drowned out by Will’s loud groan as he follows me over the edge. He comes long and hard. His biceps, beneath my palms, become rock hard. He’s perfection in human form that even the Italian master sculptors could only dream of recreating.

When we can finally catch our breaths, Will unhooks my shaking legs from his shoulders. I’m grateful for the assistance because I’m a quivering, sweaty wreck. But then so is he when he collapses onto his back beside me.

He throws his elbow over his eyes. “Fuck, Jewel. That was … Damn, I don’t know what that was,” he growls. I know exactly how he feels. I don’t think I could put into words what just happened either.

“All I know is that I want you to do it again and again.”

“That I can certainly do.” He stretches out an arm to pull me close against his chest. “But first, I need a little rest before we set fire to the sheets again.”

“Mmm, good idea,” I murmur into the solid wall of his chest. “Three orgasms can certainly take it out of a girl.” As if to prove the point, my mouth opens in a yawn.

His laughter rumbles up from beneath my cheek. “Sweet dreams, my beautiful Jewel.”

Sun streams in through the huge windows, sending shards of light across the white linen sheets of the bed that faces directly out to sea. But it’s not the rays of sunlight that warm my bare skin; it’s the thick, muscled arm of the man behind me. Will has me tucked into the curve of his body, and my lonely heart feels full to bursting.

We both dozed off after our spectacular sex session, and now that I’m awake, I want to languish right here. I knew from the moment Will kissed me on the neck that taking the leap into something more would be dangerous to my heart. I was right.