Chapter Twenty-Four Georgia
T alking, kissing, massaging, reheating the water when it’s lukewarm—time passes. It’s comfortable. Loving.
Still arousing. Sitting face to face, Douglas works his fingers up and down my spine like a master cellist while I work his neck like a stubborn bagel dough. Georgie may be the chef, but I know a thing or two.
Right now, I know that Douglas’ hard cock is pressed between us as we stop massaging and lose ourselves in a long, sighing kiss.
I can’t help but buck my hips a little, seeking relief from the tension I’ve been carrying all day. Like a gentleman, his hands haven’t strayed even once from the areas he offered to massage.
Even now, his hand drops to my thigh, moves away, and moves back.
I mirror him, skirting the knot I feel between his thighs, tracing his smooth lower abdomen, and then brushing against his cock as I shift again.
“You should eat supper,” Douglas whispers.
“I know. But I’ll be grumpy.”
“Hm?”
“I’ve wanted to come all day and haven’t. Now you’re here, so close, but so far.”
“I’m not far at all. All you have to do is say, and I’m yours.”
I reach back and hit the lever that causes the tub to drain. “You need to massage somewhere else,” I whisper, putting my hand gently around his crown.
“And you need to stay right in that region,” he groans as I start sluicing my hand up and down him.
His fingers descend between my legs like a guided missile, going straight for where I’m aching, rubbing my slipperiness around in circles that press my outer lips and mound before zeroing in on my clit.
“There’s my pretty pearl,” he chuckles when I instantly buck into his hand.
“I love your voice. Love when you talk like that,” I admit, not caring if I sound horny and desperate.
“You love it when I tell you how much I love this sweet little pebble of yours?”
“Mmm!” I bite my lip. He could read me an extended warranty and I’d come.
“You’re going to make me act in a very ungentlemanly way,” he warns.
“As if I’d care.” I want his fingers in me. I need to rinse this soap off of us so I can suck that gorgeous green shaft of his and fuck his fingers, practicing for his cock.
Douglas stands up with a curse as the slippery floor of the tub almost takes us out, but eventually, we’re both upright and under the shower. I’m about to drop to my knees, but Douglas beats me to it, one strong hand pressing me back against the wall, the other sinking into my wet, tight tunnel. “I think you need something inside while I suck you, don’t you, pet?”
“God, yes.” He could have asked me if I wanted to spend the next four years being audited, and if he’d said it while pushing me apart with his talented fingers, I would have agreed without blinking.
“Let me have you then,” he whispers, nudging my legs farther apart, pushing my curls back so he can see my walls clutching his finger. I feel him push in deeper as his mouth starts a gentle, pulsing suction on my clit. “You need more than that.”
For a second, I feel a hot flush on my cheeks. I know I have a deep pussy, meant for an Orc’s long, thick cock. Meant specifically for Douglas’ cock, and his knot. But I’m still tight and still inexperienced. I tighten on him as if I can soothe my aching center.
Douglas looks up at me, concern on his face. “Tight as anything, but ready for so much more.”
“Later. It’s okay,” I reassure, wondering if I’m reading his expression wrong. Does he feel like he needs to do something more right now? Am I not what he expected?
Two fingers work inside and start their steady thrusting, speeding up as he licks and sucks me, fucking me with his hand until every motion earns the sound of a wet slap.
I’m so soaked for him. I’m made to take something so much bigger than his fingers.
I imagine that cock splitting me. Filling me. The painfully divine stretch of his knot sealing us up as my pussy expands to take him, cramping from the fullness, and suddenly—
“ Fuck ! Oh, God. Oh, yesss .” My thighs shake around him, and my nails score his scalp. My words are a hissing half-sob as aftershocks rock me.
Douglas stands up and kisses me hard, his cock slipping easily into my hand as he rises. His hand clamps over mine and we work together, moving hard and fast. “Georgia,” he rasps, just one single, desperate word.
“Give me your cum,” I whisper, mouth against his. “It’s okay, baby, you’re doing everything right. This won’t be like the last time. I promise.” I don’t know why I need to say that, but I know he needs to hear it. He needs not to get hurt again. He needs to know that I love him already, that I want him. I’m not settling, or just picking him because I’m desperate.
“You’d pick me?” he demands, fingers almost painful in their crushing grip over top of mine as we work his long, thick shaft.
“Forever and ever. You’re the right one for me. I know that already. Let me help.” I bend before he can stop me, mouth fusing to the leaking head of his cock, working my tongue over the smooth tip and pressing it to the oblong slit where pre-cum is flowing. “Come for me. Let me make you feel good, too.” I wrap one hand around his knot and squeeze with the pulsing rhythm I can still feel in my contracting vaginal walls. “That’s going to be me, squeezing you when you’re all the way inside of me.” I pause between lapping him. “You’re going to fill me up, aren’t you?”
His response isn’t words, just a bull-like bellow when his cock erupts across my chest. He shoots again and again, emptying against my soft-from-the-bath skin. When he’s done, he staggers a little, winded and panting hard. I watch him move his mouth, but no sound comes out until he’s swallowed several times.
“Georgia?”
“Hm?”
“Can I take you away for the weekend? A picnic and overnight, too?”
My heart leaps. “Sure! Of course.”
“You can get off?”
I smirk. “We’ve just had a masterclass in that.”
“From work?”
Georgie and Claire will be back by then. I haven’t taken time off in so, so long.
For him? For me? For us? “I’m all yours this weekend.”