Page 41 of Bad Behavior

“Emma, don’t do—” I start. But then her bra is off, her fucking incredible breasts bare before me. As I stare, openmouthed, her perfect pink nipples pebble while I watch, tightening. I start to feel my cock harden underneath my towel.

I want to tell her to stop, to put her bra back on… but all I do is take a step toward her, staring in fascination. Her tits are just… amazing. She brings her hands up to her ribcage, teasing herself… and teasing me at the same time.

God damn. She is so fucking hot, I can’t even stand it.

“Mmmm,” she says, closing her eyes. “It feels so good.”

She runs her hands up over both of her tits, her fingers squeezing her pouty pink nipples. I’m frozen in place, unable to make her leave or join her. She opens her eyes a little.

“If you come closer, I promise to keep my hands to myself…” She bites her lip. “Really.”

She moves over a little, making room on my bed.

“I… I can’t. I don’t trust myself,” I admit, my voice gone to gravel.

Emma looks at me for a second. “Can I tell you something private?”

My brows lower. “We’re mostly naked, alone in my bedroom. I would hope that whatever you have to say, you could say it to me.”

She blushes again, lowering her voice. “I… I’ve never… orgasmed before, at least not with anyone else. I want— I want to know what it’s like. I want… I want…”

She’s so raw, so vulnerable in that moment. How can I resist her, of all people, asking me this, of all things?

I don’t speak, but I come around the side of the bed. She’s like a moth to a flame, fluttering where I go. She comes to the side of the bed. Even kneeling, she still so fucking tiny compared to me.

Our eyes meet, both of us staring intensely, trying to take the other’s measure.

Her lips part. “Please, Jameson…”

I reach out, my hand shaking a little with the intensity of the moment. I run my fingertips over her delicate collarbone, her gently sloping shoulder. My hand dwarfs her body with ease. She’s so breakable, so easily damaged. It has never been so apparent as it is now, when she’s on her knees before me, her green eyes searching my face.

I lean down, brushing my lips ever so gently at the corner of her mouth.

“I can’t promise to be nice,” I whisper. “I can’t say that I will take it easy on you.”

The excitement that darkens her eyes as I say it… that doesn’t bode well for me. Emma is too easily damaged for me to do all the things I really want to do. I have to remember that.

“Do it,” she whispers, taking my hand and drawing it upward until it rests around the slim column of her throat. “Please. I’m begging you.”

Fuck. Is there anything I’ve wanted more than to see a naked Emma on her knees, begging for me to fuck her?

I tighten my hand for just a second, feeling her breath quicken. Then I turn my head, nipping at her lower lip. Her breath leaves her in a whoosh. I descend on her mouth, moving to kneel on the bed. I kiss her hard, snaking my tongue out to meet hers. Her hands land on my hips, her touch tentative.

I stop, pull back. “Don’t touch me,” I order. “I’ll do all the touching.”

She bites her lip, her hands leaving my hips. I bend to kiss her again, my hands coming up to trace the lines of her face, her neck. I shape her tits with my hands, stifling a groan. They are the perfect handfuls, a little small but so fucking perky, the nipples standing out. My mouth waters, I want to taste them so badly.

I push her backward until she collapses onto the bed, falling onto a huge pile of pillows. She struggles to sit up, but I lean into her a little, holding her down. I feel my towel give way, and I let it come loose. My cock juts out, so fucking hard, but I do my best to ignore it.

I dip my head lower, pushing one nipple up with a hand, taking the most delicate taste. My lips find her nipple, and the contact makes her groan aloud.

God, she fucking tastes like honey. I make a noise deep in my throat, sucking in more of her flesh. Both of her hands hit the bed, digging into the comforter as she makes these tiny, breathy sounds.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she says. It’s music to my fucking ears.

I release her breast from my mouth with a pop. I know where else I have to taste. I’ve been dreaming of the taste of her pussy for three years. Now’s my fucking chance, and I don’t want to wait any more. I want my tongue to explore her every crevice, to make her squirm, to make her scream…

“Panties off,” I command. I am done with waiting. “Quick.”

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