Chapter 17 #2
“I love tattoos. Especially on you.” She runs her fingers down to my hips, pausing at the waistband of my sweats and studying the half-obscured ink.
“What’s this say?” Squinting, she tugs at the pants to read the words.
Then she smiles in appreciation and looks up at me.
“Cash, you are…” A soft laugh bubbles out of her.
“So perfectly you.” Her attention drops back to my hips, and she licks her lips. “Can I keep going?”
Despite how her fingertips barely move, I can feel their eagerness, and my cock twitches. “You can do whatever you want, baby. I’m yours.”
Taking my eyes off her face is impossible as she inches my sweatpants down. The way her eyes flare and her bottom lip drops when she takes in my cock forces a steadying breath out of me. I’m not going to be able to take this slow.
There’s no hesitation in her when she wraps her hand around me and glides her purple-painted thumbnail down my length.
Like the sight of it did something to her, her other hand slides down her hips, and one finger circles her clit through her sleep shorts.
Her back arches and her gaze climbs my body to find my eyes.
“Cash,” she whispers. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
“I wouldn’t disappoint you.” I drop a kiss on her cheek before yanking my sweats back up and, balancing speed and silence, sneak to my room to grab what I need.
When I return, she’s waiting exactly as I left her, and she bites her lip as she watches me set the condom on the nightstand.
Kicking off my sweatpants, I take one last second to gaze down at Georgia laid out for me. I’ve gotten so many things I’ve wanted in life, but this? This one I’m never forgetting.
I cover her body with mine, and the fire blazing across her skin dances with my own.
“Let me in, Georgia.” Cradling her face, I kiss her soft lips.
“I want to know all your secrets. I want to find out what you keep hidden behind these eyes.” I dot kisses over her closed eyelids and carve a path down to her neck.
“I want to see your bare skin under these clothes.” My hand finds the hem of her shirt, and with a sharp tug and a satisfying ripple, its buttons cascade open.
Pressing my lips into the soft swells of her breasts, I taste her hardened nipples.
“I want to know what your body feels like when you surrender.”
Long nails sink into the nape of my neck when I take my teeth to the curve of her waist, sharpening their grip when I push her shorts down and bare her pussy.
Inhaling another greedy breath through my nose, I commit to memory the scent of her sweet arousal.
My tongue finds her center, but one taste is all I’ll allow myself—enough to feel how ready she is.
Enough to learn that when I hit the right spot, she releases a cry like she’s been shocked.
A vase of fake flowers crashes to the carpeted floor as Georgia reaches desperately for the foil packet.
I chuckle. “Ready, honey?”
If not for my reflexes, the condom she tosses me would have sailed over my shoulder. “Ready.”
The space between us sparks with electricity as I put it on, and then there’s no space at all.
Sliding inside her is pure fucking heaven.
The cry that slips past her lips when I reach her depths is like an instant high, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and fight for control.
Good thing I plan on having forever with this girl, because if I don’t get a hold of myself, I’m going to lose it, and I need time to make it up to her.
Her nails drag up my sides before she pushes me back to watch the way our bodies come together.
“Look at us,” she says huskily, her lips in the dim light gleaming from my kiss.
“Perfect.”
She spreads her legs wider, offering an unspoiled view of my cock parting her.
The little breaths she keeps huffing every time I hit her deep ratchet the tension in my muscles and cloud my brain.
Then her finger dips down to her pussy, and she watches my face as she paints my lips with her wetness. Holy hell.
I flick my tongue out, the taste of her desire mind-bending. “I just figured out one of your secrets, sweetheart,” I tell her breathlessly.
“What’s that?”
“You’re not so shy when you’re naked.”
“Not when I’m naked with you.”
I groan, fighting to steady myself. The sound of her voice, coated in sex, could make me come. She grips my ass, begging for more, and I thrust powerfully into her. Ah, so my girl doesn’t want it soft and gentle either.
Steadying myself on one hand, I use the other to explore her curves, wanting to set fire to every nerve.
Each stroke elicits a clear reaction from her: a sharp inhale when I finger her nipple, a slow moan when I trace her shape from her breast down to her ass.
It sets me on edge every time. I knew being inside Georgia would feel like the fucking pinnacle, but hell, her oversensitive body drives me out-of-my-head wild.
Sweat runs down my temples and my chest, dripping onto her smooth skin and pooling between her breasts. Half drunk off the way her lips move around the sounds trickling from them, I lean down and kiss her, light sparking off my gold chain just before it curls into the well of her throat.
“Show me where to stroke you,” I whisper, reaching down between our bodies, desperate to get her off before I lose it and leave her disappointed.
“No, Cash, just your hips.” She shifts and pulls me tight to her until they press heavy against her.
I thrust, and she releases a cry so sharp I know I’m hitting her just right. A cry loud enough to be heard outside the room.
“Oh shit,” she says breathlessly when I glance toward the door. “Did you lock it?”
“It doesn’t lock.” I stroke her face, not letting up my rhythm. “Don’t worry, baby. Nothing matters except making you come.”
Concern lingers in her eyes for a second, but I grind my hips against her until her head flings back, another cry pouring out of her. Eyes closed, mouth open, she’s the sexiest thing alive when everything but her desire has left her.
But the small corner of my brain that can still think is worried. Georgia’s sounds might be enough to make me come, but they’re also loud enough to get us caught.
Pumping into her, I slide my hand over her parted lips.
It’s not much, but it muffles the sound, and she lets out a little sigh of relief that reverberates against my fingers.
Her own circle my wrist, locking me in place, tightening every time my cock slides in, her long nails digging into the tendons on the sensitive underside.
“I’m not gonna let you get in trouble,” I promise her before once again checking the door is closed. My face inches from hers, I soak in the sight of her pinched features, desperate and primed for release. “Let go, beautiful,” I urge her.
Her breath is warm and moist against my palm.
When she moans, the sound vibrates through my hand, up my arm, and rips through my body, making my cock want to fucking weep.
Then her neck arches, she jolts, and I can feel her tight body pulsing with release around my length.
The sight of beautiful Georgia blissfully out of control sears itself into my brain like a brand I’ll wear for life.
Fire tears through me, and I bury my face in her neck to smother my groan as I spill inside her.
I know better than to lie next to Georgia in the dark and risk falling asleep in the one bed I shouldn’t be caught in, but I ignore what I know. She’s relaxed in a way I’ve never seen, with a soft, contented smile that’s too good not to stare at.
“You’re quiet,” she whispers.
“Whoa, I just realized no one’s ever said those words to me before,” I joke. “I guess making my dream girl come does that to me.”
“Makes you quiet?”
“Yeah. Feel free to use that knowledge to your advantage any time the mood strikes.”
She laughs and traces my bottom lip with her pinky. “You’re not gonna get shy on me now that we’ve had sex, are you?”
“Now that we’ve had sex, no.”
“Then why?”
Shy isn’t the word, but she’s right. Something’s gone quiet and thoughtful inside me.
“I’ve never gotten serious with anyone before, Georgia.
Never even wanted to. But every day with you makes it more obvious there’s a reason I never did.
Because it was always supposed to be you.
All those feelings were meant to be saved up for you and you alone.
” Her fingers have gone still against my face.
“And if you need more time to decide on me, you can have it, but you’re going to have to listen to me swear my love to you every day until you decide because I can’t keep it in any longer. ”
Her eyes shimmer in the soft light peeking through our window. “I don’t need more time. I decided on you a long time ago, Cash. I just got scared. But I’m not scared anymore.”
Just before I kiss her, I freeze, trying to absorb every detail of the moment and her perfect face inches from mine. If nothing else in my life tops it, I know I can still die happy.