Chapter 32 Georgie #2
“You make me feel so fucking good,” he rumbles, tipping his head back. He places his hands on the back of my head, goading me to continue. When I open my eyes, I see the muscles of his abs rippling as his uneven breathing turns into pants.
He pulls out of my mouth and pushes me down onto my butt on the mattress. “On your back with your legs spread, darlin’.”
He reaches across me to open the top drawer of his dresser.
He withdraws a new box of condoms and, after a few fumbling attempts to open the box, he gets one out.
I watch as he rips open the foil packet before rolling the condom over his throbbing cock, still wet from my saliva.
Lowering himself between my legs, James kisses up my body, lavishing attention on my breasts, while his dick teases my clit.
Spreading my legs wider, my hands flutter to James’ ass, so tight and firm. God, I want him inside me.
Pulling off my sensitive nipple, he places wet, open-mouth kisses up my neck, swirling his tongue against my skin.
The marriage of the softness of his tongue and the abrasive scrape of his stubble heightens my sensitivity and coaxes another moan from my lips as I sink back, relaxing into the pillows.
James grabs one of my legs, hitching it up higher as he looks down at his sheathed cock pressing against my entrance. He’s watching my pussy with rapt attention, and I’m watching his face, the wonder and desire so clear to see, as he slowly sinks into me.
“Oh yes, James!” I cry out in a gasp. His fingers and his tongue please me, but nothing could ever feel as good as James’ cock filling me.
He is stretching me in the most delicious of ways, pushing in and then inching out.
His thrusts are shallow, slow, and deliberate.
When he fills me completely, his base pushes against my clit, sending heady pulsations up my frazzled nerve-endings.
My hips rise off the bed, matching his tempo, moving as one body as he increases the pace. When James closes his eyes and drops his head, I know it isn’t to avoid seeing my body. It’s because he’s relishing the feelings that we’re creating together.
And when he opens his eyes a moment later, there is a fierceness present that wasn’t there before. His jaw clenches as he drops onto his forearms and our bodies press together. His lips find mine, and his kiss is scorching, his tongue dueling with my own.
My legs twine around his waist, holding him to me.
I never want to let him go. James continues working my body, withdrawing before thrusting back inside me.
There’s nothing neat about our coupling.
The passion burning between us makes our movements messy and our kisses sloppy, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
With his cock inside me and his mouth covering mine, I have no opportunity to worry or second-guess myself. All I can think of is James and the pleasure he is providing.
“James! Oh my God,” I moan, as my elusive orgasm crests, breaking through the surface with surprising speed and strength.
My inner channel tightens, squeezing James’s cock as the rest of my muscles contract.
He pushes inside me, roughly bottoming out, and he stays put, grinding my clit with his pelvis.
Undulating around him, I feel a thrilling rush of desire radiate from my core, extending the waves of pleasure throughout my body.
The aftershocks of my pulsating pussy push James over the edge with me as he comes, growling my name in my ear. He drops his weight onto me, covering my body with his. With his breath hot on my neck, there’s an intimacy present that I’ve never felt with past lovers.
James stays inside me until our breathing evens out, our chests rising and falling in sync with one another.
Since he seems in no hurry to move and I love the afterglow, I drag my fingers up and down his spine in slow strokes.
He moves his head to press kisses on my neck.
His kisses aren’t heated. They’re soft and sweet. Loving, almost.
But after another minute, he pulls away, standing up. James walks to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and my eyes lock on his ass as it flexes with each step. He has a glorious body.
Then he slips back into bed and rolls me on top of him. His arms tighten around me when I try to move. “Stay,” he murmurs, dropping more kisses onto my forehead. So, I do. I settle my face onto his chest, relaxing into his embrace.
Once he’s assured that I’m not going anywhere, his arms loosen and his hands roam.
Coasting up and down my back and then descending to my ass.
He cups my ass cheek, squeezing. It feels good, and I flex, tilting my hips into his.
My legs fall to either side of his waist, and he grabs a leg, hoisting it up and causing me to bend at the knee.
When he does the same to my other leg, I realize that he’s opened me up to him, and his dick is once again probing my entrance.
A husky, sleepy laugh falls from my mouth. “You’re insatiable.”
“Ride me.”
I push up onto my hands and see the serious expression on his face. So, I squat, hovering over him as I guide his dick back into me, hissing a little at the pleasurable burn I feel as he fills me again. When I rock my hips, James groans his approval.
Instead of leaning forward to brace myself against his chest, I lean back, placing my hands on his upper thighs as I bounce and grind on his dick. With my back arched, my breasts sit high, my nipples pointing to the ceiling, jiggling with every movement.
“Fucking hell, Georgie. Your tits have never looked hotter,” he bites out. His fingers press into my hips as he lifts his hips to meet my thrusts.
I feel the tension coiling within my core, and I double my efforts, moving faster to chase another orgasm. James moves the thumb of one hand to my clit, circling it with pressure, providing the exact stimulation I need to come again. My eyes snap shut, lost in the sensations floating through me.
Rolling us over so that I’m on my back, James pulls out, groaning out my name as he paints my breasts with a rope of his cum.
Chest heaving, he sits back on his heels, his gaze washing over me. My tousled, tangled hair. My messy pink pussy. My cum-covered tits. My swollen lips. My soft rolls. My tempting curves. And again, he’s looking at me like I really am beautiful.
Maybe I am.