[ His head tips back as he bites back a moan at both the bite and Jewel's words, his fingers unconsciously tightening in their grip, squeezing towards the head of his cock. ]

I want that...I want us both in the backstage dressing room, balanced on the vanity table. All the loose powder scattered everywhere...bottles of concealer tipped over...your mouth on mine as all the pigment smears between our lips. I want you.