Chapter Eighteen
Julian
"Please, what?" I asked, keeping my hands still. I needed to know exactly what she wanted. "What do you want me to do to you tonight, Georgie?”
“Anything you want. Anything."
Carte blanche was more than I’d imagined, and I planned to put it to great use. I'd been fantasizing about having Georgie for far too long. It felt like years. Like a lifetime.
"Please touch me more," she begged.
The next second, I pushed her dress up, not even bothering to find the zipper. It was elastic at least, so I didn't rip it. I was about to explode.
Except for the panties, she was completely naked under her dress. No bra. Her breasts were exquisite, round and perky and begging for my attention. I licked one nipple. It was hard already. Her breath became more labored as I put one hand on her pussy. With the other, I was teasing her nipple. I needed to get her to the bedroom, though, so I took my hand away.
She gasped. "No!"
"Let's go to bed, Georgie."
“Where’s the bedroom?”
I took her hand, leading her down a corridor. There were a ton of rooms in the presidential suite, but I opened the first door we came to. This room was huge.
Georgie tugged at my fingers, and I looked at her over my shoulder. Her eyes were fixed on the bed. She'd covered her breasts with one arm.
"Georgie?" I asked, pulling her toward me so we were facing each other. She was averting her gaze again. "Did you change your mind?"
She didn’t reply.
"You can tell me anything."
If she said she wanted to leave, my dick would probably go on strike. I'd get blue balls for life. But it didn't matter. I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable, first and foremost.
"I'm just... I feel a bit self-conscious walking naked through the suite—"
I growled. "Self-conscious? Georgie, you're a beautiful woman. You don't have anything to be self-conscious about."
She finally looked at me, and I turned her around. The room was semi-dark, but there was enough light coming from the corridor so we could see each other in the mirror. It was huge, spanning the whole dresser.
"Every curve, every part of you," I whispered in her ear, "is absolutely gorgeous."
I ran both hands over her breasts, circling her nipples. She responded deliciously: gasping, jerking her hips slightly forward.
"Does this make you wet?"
She nodded.
"Good." I needed her completely ready for me.
I trailed both hands down, sliding one into her panties and pressing two fingers on her opening. I moved the other one behind her, gripping one ass cheek, then the other one.
"I love your panties."
I kissed her shoulder, and she closed her eyes. I wanted her to watch us, but this was probably her way of internalizing the sensations. And this was all about pleasing her, making sure this was the best night of her life.
I turned her around slowly. My hand was still in her panties, and she opened her eyes. I watched her intently while I slid one finger inside her. She moaned and then closed her eyes again. I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth, running my other hand on the side of her body, feeling what I was already doing to her. Her skin was sensitive, her pulse racing.
She moaned louder than before, and I knew it was time to take her to the next level. She was ready and needed the release—the small tremor in her body told me as much. But I needed to get out of these clothes first.
She moaned again.
No, no time. I’ll take them off later.
I wanted to take her over the edge. She needed it, and so did I. Watching her come apart because of me was going to be a damn honor.
I clamped one hand over her ass again, keeping her in place while I worked her pussy with my fingers. I kissed her even deeper than before, drawing circles with my tongue around hers. I could tell she loved it because she drenched my fingers.
That was it. She was so damn close. But now I needed to focus on her clit, so I moved my fingers, bringing them farther up. I pressed them hard on her sensitive spot, then relieved the pressure before pressing down again, turning her completely wild. Her ass cheeks tightened in response.
I kept my palm on her pelvis to increase the pressure and the pleasure. She came just like that in my arms. Her body was tense one moment, then soft the next as wave after wave of her climax rocked through her.
When she opened her eyes, they were completely unfocused. She put her hands on my shoulders like she needed me to help her stay upright.
"Julian. Oh, wow. This... I can't..."
"Just breathe. Deep breath in."
My hand was still on her pussy, my fingers moving in a slower rhythm now. I wanted her to completely come down from the wave before I took her back up again.
Slowly, I walked her to the bed. Only then did I take my hand out of her panties.
"I need to get a condom."
A strange look came over her. "You have one with you?"
"The hotel provides them. They inform me of that explicitly every year even though I always tell them it's not that kind of party and that most people will leave by midnight."
She laughed, and I could instantly see the tension leaving her body.
Fucking hell, what did she think? That I was prepared to sleep with anyone tonight? That wouldn't do. I wanted only her. And I was going to make sure she knew that.
"I'll be right back."
She simply nodded.
I hurried to the en suite bathroom. Where the fuck are those condoms? They told me they’d placed them in each room's bathroom, but— ah, found them. They were on the shelf next to the sink.
I grabbed one and went back to Georgie. She was lying on the bed on one side, watching me. I unceremoniously pushed my pants down and sheathed my cock. Then I shoved my pants and boxers all the way off, kicking them to the side.
"Sit up and spread your legs wide."
She immediately jumped up as if she wasn't expecting this command. Licking her lips, she parted her legs.
I kneeled between them, moving my hands up her inner thighs. I tilted my body at an angle so I could rub my cock along her pussy. I wasn't sliding it in, though—I just wanted this contact. I needed it.
"Julian..."
Her elbows trembled, and then her arms gave out. She fell on the pillow and covered her eyes with her palms. I grunted, moving my cock in precise strokes. I could make her come just like this.
"I like that you're so sensitive to me."
"Julian." Her voice was strangled. She was so damn close already. "This feels..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.
She moved her hands farther up. Her face was still covered by her arms, which I didn't like. She grabbed another pillow, digging her fingers into it. I breathed in through my nose, exhaling through my mouth, closing my eyes too. I needed to pace myself or I was liable to just sink inside her right now. I wanted her to climax again before that happened. With my eyes closed, I was even more aware of the way her pussy felt against my cock. If just this was so exquisite, being inside her was going to be my undoing.
"Julian," she cried out.
"Fuck," I exclaimed.
I was starting to come too. I had to stave it off at all costs. I couldn't believe that it was all it took. This woman.
She cried out again, and without my mouth covering hers, the sound filled the room. I loved it. I wanted to hear her all night long. She thrashed and moved her pelvis. I almost slipped inside her but caught myself in time, just rubbing my erection up and down her clit.
I only pulled back when her jerking movements slowed down and her body turned soft. It was exactly the breather I needed so I didn't explode. I leaned over her, kissing one nipple, then sucking at it. When I moved to the other one, Georgie put both hands on my chest.
"Your clothes. I want your shirt off," she mumbled, but there was no time.
I'd brought her over the edge twice and couldn't wait any longer. I simply couldn't.
I moved off her, resting on my knees on the bed. "I want you standing just like me. Grab the headboard."
Her eyes went from sleepy to wide in a second, and she immediately rose to her knees. She moved much faster than I thought she could, considering she'd been completely lost to the aftershocks of the orgasm just a few seconds ago. I kicked the pillows away from the headboard to make space for us.
"Grab the headboard tightly. You'll need it to brace yourself."
I positioned myself behind her at the perfect angle, then moved my hips forward and slipped inside her instantly. She was so ready and so soaked that she took me in all at once. I paused the last inch, wanting to make sure she was truly ready. But then she pushed her ass back, taking me in completely.
I dropped my head back. "Fuck! Georgie, babe, you feel amazing."
She just whimpered in reply.
I pulled back and slammed into her. She dug her fingers deeper into the headboard, scratching at the fabric covering it.
"The way your pussy feels around my cock... it's out of this world," I said into her ear.
She grew even tighter around me as her walls spasmed. She was rocking my world in a way I’d never expected. I touched her arms as I drove in and out of her, enjoying the way her muscles tightened. I moved one hand to her belly, alternating between touching her breasts and lowering it to nudge her clit. She moaned every time. Soon, she'd be close enough to get another climax. This time I was going to give in too.
When her skin turned clammy, I knew she was right there with me. I increased the pressure of my strokes on her clit.
"Julian, ohhhh." She shifted slightly, tilting forward. I didn't realize what she was doing until I noticed that she'd put her elbows on the headboard and rested her forehead on her arms. Seconds later, I climaxed.
Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter and tighter. Her sounds of pleasure were hard to hear because my own were even louder. The orgasm was almost brutal in its power. It fucking finished me. Every thrust took me higher, and Georgie too.
By the time I'd wrung every ounce of pleasure out us, we both fell backward, relaxing against the mattress. I was heaving like I couldn't possibly ever breathe normally again. I couldn't remember where we even were. But noticing the molding on the ceiling reminded me that we were in the hotel.
I turned my head to look at Georgie. She was staring at the ceiling too. I could clearly see her breasts rise up and down with her breaths. I moved my hand, squeezing hers, and she squeezed my fingers right back. But I couldn't speak. Not yet.
I was going to regain my wits any second now, I was sure.
But I didn't.
I simply fell asleep.