CHAPTER 33 #2
I’m the first to break the comfortable silence. ‘Come on, George.’ I climb off him and we both groan at the loss of contact.
‘It’s time to go to sleep, superstar.’ I take his big hand, attempting to pull him up, but he tugs me back down. I mock huff. ‘It’s past your bedtime.’
He stands then, pulling me with him and keeping hold of my hands. ‘Will you sleep with me again tonight?’ His eyes are so earnest.
‘Are you sure?’ I tentatively ask.
‘Yes. Please.’ He brings me in for a hug. ‘Last night was a dream. I slept so well. It’s rare for me. Come to my room?’
I nod then pull away. ‘Let me get ready for bed and I’ll see you in there.’ He nods, clearing away our food and grabbing us waters.
I pad down the hallway to my bathroom, practically floating.
Whatever this is, I don’t regret it. One bit.
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Nightly routine and an extra spritz of perfume later, I nervously knock on his door. I know he’s asked me, that he slept in my bed last night, but this is the first time I’m going into his personal space.
He opens the door, boxers replaced by soft, faded navy pyjama bottoms. I look down and raise an eyebrow.
‘Secret pyjama fan too?’
He shushes me, pulling me into another hug. ‘I forgot I had them here.’ I rest my hand on a chiselled pec, his skin glowing and tanned and so, so smooth; even the hair on his chest is soft.
‘Come on,’ he guides me across the room and I take the chance to look around. He’s neat, unsurprisingly. Clothes unpacked and put away, products lined up precisely on his bedside table. He even has a book.
I move out of his grasp to lean over and see what it is. I bark out a laugh. ‘Where on earth did you find a paperback of Red Hot Ranch in Paris?!’
He looks at me, serious. ‘You’ve never heard of ?’ he says. Then, grinning widely, ‘I had to see what all the fuss was about.’ He comes up behind me, arms circling my waist. ‘That Brett Tanner, what a man.’
I giggle. ‘Have you met Autumn yet?’
‘Yes.’ He starts to get into bed. ‘We’re getting you a sundress, Leo. Then I’m finding the nearest barn.’
‘In central Paris?’ I laugh.
‘Might have to wait until we’re home and chuck Harry out for a few hours,’ he grins and beckons me to join him. ‘Come on, get in.’
It’s the first time he’s mentioned something longer term so obviously and my body tingles at the thought of him, of us, outside of this room.
I slide in between the sheets. His bed is enormous, bigger even than mine, and I could easily stretch out without touching him. Not that I’ll have the chance. He’s on me the minute I get in, legs wrapping around me, nose in my neck.
‘You smell so fucking good,’ he growls, nibbling at my ear. My pulse quickens and I pull away slightly.
‘I need to turn the lights off.’ He releases me, then pulls me back as soon as it’s dark. ‘Goodnight, George.’
‘Goodnight, Leo.’
His hands are placed around my waist, slipped under my silky camisole, fingers drawing lazy circles just below my breasts.
‘George, goodnight.’
‘Goodnight, Leo.’ He resumes nibbling my ear, kissing my neck softly, slowly, and I can’t help but arch back into his touch. His fingers move higher, the pace agonizingly slow, and my nipples harden, pebbling as he teases me.
‘George.’ I’m surprised to hear my voice low, breathless. ‘We can’t. I want to bu—’
He groans, pushing his hips forward and I feel his thick length already hard against my thigh.
‘Tell me to stop, Leo, and I will,’ he whispers against my ear, rough. One hand moves lower, under my waistband, a finger tracing the curve of my hipbone.
‘We shouldn’t, George, your match,’ I gasp as he pinches my nipple, finally giving me what I crave.
‘Fuck the match,’ he growls. ‘If I don’t win, it won’t be because I’ve been doing this, trust me.’ His finger lowers further, teasing my entrance. ‘Fuck, Leo, you’re so wet.’
‘It’s all for you, George.’ I moan loudly as he pushes a finger inside me, pumping slowly.
My hips gyrate, a mind of their own, against his cock, hardening further at the contact.
I’m desperate to touch him but he locks me in place with his arm, a huge bicep across me, my breast still grasped in his hand.
He pulls my silk pyjama bottoms down and I kick them off, lost in the enormous bed.
‘I’m going to make you come once, Leo. And then I’m going to slide my cock into that pretty, wet pussy.
’ His fingertip starts circling my clit softly.
‘I’ve been dying to know how you feel, desperate for you to come on my cock.
’ I gasp again, as he presses down, increasing the pressure as pleasure builds deep within my core.
‘There are so many things I want to do to you, Leo.’ His cock twitches and I grind back against it. His groan almost tips me over the edge as his fingers continue to work me, winding me up further and further.
I’m at the precipice when he whispers in my ear.
‘Come for me, Leo. Come, so I can finally fuck you.’
I cry out as I fall, my orgasm hitting hard. I shudder against him, still locked into position by his strong arms, as he continues to play with me, his fingers dipping in and out, his lips on my neck, prolonging the pleasure.
As my breathing slows, he releases me slightly and I turn, desperate to touch him.
My mouth flies to his immediately and I take the chance to climb on top, straddling his rock-hard cock tenting his pyjama bottoms. I reach down to pull them off and he lifts his hips, taking me with him.
I idly think how much weight he uses for hip thrusts; I’m still so wet and he groans, the movement pushing me forward as I rub against him.
‘Are you sure about this, George?’ I check, although I’m pretty sure I know the answer now.
He runs his hands up my sides, slipping under my camisole again.
‘Yes. I’ve never been more desperate for anything.’ I remove it, sliding it slowly over my head and his hands reach up immediately to cup my naked breasts, his mouth following as he sits up. He sucks gently on the hard bud and my hands fall to his broad shoulders with a gasp.
Something suddenly crosses my mind. ‘George, I don’t have anything.’ I blush. ‘But, I’m on the pill. I mean, I get checked after every partner?’
He looks up at me. ‘I don’t either, but I got checked before coming out here. I do it as part of every medical.’ He kisses me gently. ‘We can wait, if you don’t feel comfortable?’
I look at him, this glorious, beautiful man. ‘I need you, George.’ I kiss him again. ‘I need to feel you.’
His eyes are grey, almost swirling within the dark brown, mirroring the intensity with which he’s looking back at me.
His golden body beneath me is long, lean and hard and I bring a hand slowly down his chest, taking my time to enjoy him.
I finally get to his cock, rubbing gently over the tip before squeezing, stroking him once, twice.
‘Leo, please.’ His hips buck and his grip moves to my behind again.
‘Put me inside you.’ I nod, kissing him again as my hand moves along his shaft, my hips rising to accommodate his length.
‘Slowly, I don’t want to hurt you.’ His voice tremors slightly and my confidence soars knowing that he’s this affected by me.
I brush the tip against my wetness before positioning myself, his cock poking at my entrance. I’m trembling now, the anticipation coursing through my body. I steady myself with the hand on his shoulder and look at George; his eyes are glazed, his cheeks flushed. He looks deliciously dishevelled.
I lower myself slowly, holding my breath as I watch the point of our connection.
The first inch slips in and I gasp at the closeness, the feel of his bare cock, silky and hot, hard.
I push down some more, slowly lowering and rising to accommodate him.
His hands support me, gripping my hips now, fingers tight.
My body is humming already, heartbeat rapid, legs shaking.
I look up and almost laugh. His teeth are gritted, eyes screwed shut.
‘George, are you OK?’