37 | Henry
I NEVER EXPECTED this to happen when Eleanor let me into their apartment earlier tonight. I knew Georgia was taunting me on that bull, but seeing Watson kiss her ignited a primal fury inside of me. I drove straight to Georgia’s apartment, banged on the door – scaring the shit out of Eleanor – and explained everything. She let me inside and dipped, hopeful that I could talk to Georgia when she returned home from Stetson’s, away from the crowded dance floor and that fucking creep, Watson. But the way Georgia looked at me the second she heard my voice from the front door… I knew she needed more than talking.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as she leans back against the couch, spreading her legs wider and giving me the perfect view of her pink pussy.
When I saw her in that red dress at Stetson’s, I realized that I’d rather die than never have the chance to taste her – and now I’m in her living room, pushing the satin fabric up her hips in a desperate attempt to see as much of her naked body as I can.
A throaty moan escapes her lips as she reaches two fingers down to her clit, caressing it gently and tilting her head back in ecstasy at the briefest touch. A soft smile curls at the edge of her swollen lips as she notices me watching her, my mouth agape.
I need her so fucking bad.
“Can I take this off of you?” I ask, my voice desperate and hoarse as I pinch the hem of her dress.
My throbbing dick stiffens even further in my jeans as my fingertip grazes against her exposed skin, shaking my breath and making me strain with need. She nods slightly, her pussy glistening in the low light as she plays with herself, taunting me.
“Georgia, I need a yes or no. Say you want me to take your dress off.”
“I want you to take my dress off, Henry,” she repeats seductively, her words slow as molasses.
God, I love how she says my name. But my name’s not the only thing I’d love to have in her mouth.
She sits up carefully, her emerald eyes half-lidded and sparkling with desire as she leans forward to kiss me. Her lips are sweet like strawberries, and I groan raggedly as she rakes her fingers through my hair, her grip drawing me forward until her pussy collides gently with the erection tenting my jeans.
“Fuck, Henry,” she whines, her hips beginning to slowly rock back and forth, creating friction between her clit and my aching dick.
I kiss her roughly, her hips thrusting more earnestly with each passing second and moans growing more desperate as I press against her. My breaths are quick and shallow as I reach behind her and shakily unravel the back of her dress. As the zipper unfurls, revealing the delicate curve of her spine and allowing the straps of her dress to fall off of her shoulders, she tenderly pulls back from our kiss. A playful smile graces her lips as the red satin fabric immediately crumples around her waist, exposing her chest completely.
Fuck.
Her perky tits heave with every ragged breath she takes, her green eyes focused on me in an effort to gauge my reaction. My mind is completely blank and filled with white noise as I take in every curve of her flawless body – from her petite, caramel nipples to her rosy, shimmering pussy.
Her breasts perfectly compliment her small frame – not too big, not too little. Her chest is flushed and nipples stiffened from arousal as I reach out to touch her, gently cupping one breast with my palm and teasing the other with the brim of my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I grunt, my pleading voice muffled as I suck gently on her extended nipple.
“Let me suck your cock,” she hums breathily, a soft moan slipping through her lips.
My mind short circuits at the realization of what Georgia Campbell – sweet, angry, English major Georgia Campbell – just said to me.
“Not yet,” I whisper, attempting to disguise the shakiness of my voice. “I need to taste you first.”