Jewel
Chapter seven
Will’s eyes are like melted chocolate drizzling over my body, warm and delicious. But I want more than just his eyes on me, I want those large hands of his gripping my hips while he pumps into me.
He holds himself up as he scatters kisses across my breasts, paying special attention to their pointed peaks.
I drag in a shuddering breath as his mouth covers first one, then the other.
I like a little rough play, and where some guys hold back, Will doesn’t.
He wants to give me everything I ask for and more, even things I didn’t know I wanted.
His lips travel lower to my belly, his tongue briefly swirling around my belly button.
Goose bumps pebble my skin, not because I’m cold lying here buck naked but because his mouth should come with a warning.
Every swipe of his tongue causes another rush of heat to my pussy.
I’m so damn soaked with desire, I’m probably leaving a damp patch on the expensive brocade bedcover. Damn, that would be embarrassing.
I wriggle beneath him. “Can we ditch the bedcover?” I ask, and in seconds, I’m giggling as he rolls me to one side, then the other. The crisp linen sheets feel cool beneath my heated skin.
“Now, where was I?” Will asks, smiling down at me, the gleam in his inky gaze making promises I hope his mouth plans to keep.
With a hand on either side of his face, I pull him down to my pussy. “Right about here.”
“Delicious,” he growls, nudging my legs wider before running his tongue once along my slit, traveling the same path his fingers did earlier. My body melts into the mattress, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Nice flexibility,” he murmurs, with a hand on the inside of each of my thighs, holding me open to his ministrations. My eyes spring back open, and he’s staring down at me.
“Why did you stop?” I demand.
“Because I like watching your reactions. It’s fucking hot.”
My cheeks heat. What’s hot is him watching me. “Well then, you need to stop watching and get to doing if you want to see more.”
“And what exactly would you like me to do, sweetheart?” he asks before nipping at the soft flesh of my inner thigh.
“Everything—”
His beard brushes across my clit, and I gasp.
“All the things you’ve ever imagined doing with a woman.”
“That might take a while,” he admits, swiping his tongue along my folds again.
I can’t hold back a moan.
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.
Already, I like him way more than I should.
It’s only been a few days, and soon he’ll be gone.
But even if I can only be with him for a short while, I know every moment of that time will be worth the risk.
To think I nearly chickened out, nearly let fear of getting hurt stop me from experiencing the best sex ever.
Life’s too short not to live it fully every day. That’s what my father would say when I questioned doing something outside my comfort zone. And Will is so far outside the zone, he’s in another universe.
My father may not be here anymore, but those precious life lessons he taught me will always be in my heart.
There wasn’t a day that went by without him choosing to live it in the best way, even after losing the love of his life, my mother.
It’s what he would have wanted for me, and if I’m honest, what I want for myself too.
I’m going to embrace the moments of joy that come my way. Today that means being right here curled up in Will’s arms. I snuggle deeper into the deliciousness of his firm, naked body pressed against mine.
Will’s large, warm hand moves to cover my right breast, and his low voice rumbles close to my ear when he asks, “Are you awake?”
“Mmm. How can I sleep with your dick poking me in the back, demanding my attention?”
His laughter rumbles through his body and into mine. “And?”
I turn in his arms, then seal my lips to his. The kiss turns hot and heavy fast until we’re both gasping for air. “And I think you’d better get suited up because I’m feeling energized after my nap.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, reaching for another condom. “You’re not too sore?”
“Nope, never,” I reply quickly before tucking my hands beneath my cheek to watch him put it on. The sight is so intoxicating that my pussy weeps in anticipation, and I have to squeeze my thighs together.
Unable to wait a second longer, I spring up onto my knees and straddle his hips. But as I reach to curl my fingers around the base of his shaft, he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“Someone’s a bit eager,” he jokes as he efficiently tethers both my wrists behind my back in one of his large hands. “I need another of your orgasms first.”
My eyes pop wide. “Oh.” The complaint of being prevented from his cock dies instantly on my lips. I’ve never been with a man who is so generous and focused on my pleasure. It’s goddamn sexy.
He taps his lips with the fingers of his free hand. “I want you right here, beautiful. Right on my face, smothering me with your gorgeous pussy.”
Oh my God. My core muscles are already tightening on the edge of another orgasm. I scoot up his chest and over his shoulders until I’m hovering over him.
“Good girl,” he praises, and with a hand on each of my butt cheeks, he pulls me down onto his face. Instantly, his wicked tongue is darting inside me.
“F-f-fuck. That is s-s-so good.” I gasp, slowly losing the power of speech under the onslaught, and I collapse forward against the bedframe.
If I thought what he did with his tongue earlier was amazing, this is next level. Then my vision narrows to a pinprick of light when his tongue tracks a wet path from my ass to my clit.
Holy fuck. There’s no escaping the flicks across the tiny bundle of nerves, the licks, and … Oh God, the sucking.
Liquid heat floods my entire body. “W-Will, I have to … to come,” I whimper, and he chuckles beneath me, sending a different kind of flutter over the sensitive nub. It’s all that’s needed.
I explode, screaming his name and a long list of profanities, some I’ve never uttered before.
Fireworks, shooting stars, and planets colliding are nothing compared to what just happened in my universe. I’ve never come so hard.
Will lifts my limp body off him and lies me gently on the bed. A rag doll has more structure than I do.
“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning on one elbow, looking down at me. But it’s not concern that paints his features, it’s an arrogant smugness.
Laughter bursts out of me, so it takes a minute to respond. “Never been better,” I say while wrapping my arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him, then tugging him down to cover my body. Unbelievably, I want more, and that’s what I’m taking as our kisses deepen. I’ve become a Will addict.
“Fuck me, please?” I ask. He settles between my legs and notches the tip of his cock at my entrance, then stops. “Are you really going to make me beg?”
“Just a little,” he teases, then drops a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fucking hot when you do.”
Another bone-melting kiss, and he slides in, filling me fuller and deeper than I could have imagined. When desperate moans slip from my lips, he steals them right out of my mouth.
“I’m so fucking turned on,” he growls before changing the angle of his hips and driving in harder. The tension in his jaw adds proof to his words as his pace increases.
My hips arch high off the mattress to meet his thrusts.
The muscles in my core tighten with anticipation once again.
And with my vision turning hazy, I’m barreling toward another orgasm.
It’s impossible to imagine that I could come again.
But with another deep thrust, the reality is that I am.
My mouth opens on a silent scream. I have no words or sound left to exclaim everything coursing through my body.
With one more thrust, my inner muscles still, clenched tight, and then he’s right there with me, coming on a long, drawn-out groan that borders on feral.
He drops his head to the pillow beside mine before rolling over. A few deep, audible breaths, and without a word, he gets up to deal with the condom. It’s only a minute before he returns, falling onto the bed with such a bump that I bounce into him.
“Fuck, you’ve ruined me,” he announces, pulling my body flush against him so there’s no gap between us from the waist down. I slide my leg between his, and his semihard erection nudges my thigh.
Huh! I ruined him. Three orgasms in one day was already a personal record, and now I’ve smashed it again by making it five. Will is turning out to be an orgasm-delivering master, and it’s only early afternoon.