27. Georgie #3
"I love this too, you know. You look so...
impossibly perfect like this." I palm his growing erection through his boxers, relishing in the sigh of relief he gives when I stroke him gently, just to remind him I can.
"But one day, I'm going to ask you to take charge, and I expect you to be good and listen and show me exactly how it feels to be so overwhelmed like this.
I could do anything I wanted, and you'd let me, wouldn't you? "
"Yes," he hisses on the upstroke.
"Do you want that? Do you want to take control? Want to see me kneeling for you and ready to do what you ask me to, shivering and begging for it? Just like you do so well for me? Hmm?"
"Georgie." A warning. He's close.
I shake my head, pull my hand away and watch him slump back against the wall in a mix of relief and a whine of wanting and needing me to touch him.
"You didn't answer my question." I remind him, running my hand through his hair gently.
The spell I have over him is slightly lifted. He clears his throat and meets my eyes, "Yes. I want that. I love that we do this. I love that it's easy, that we don't have to say anything, that we know what the other needs. I'd love to do that with you."
"We need to talk about all this more." I remind him. He nods in agreement. I click my tongue. "But in the meantime..."
I take his wrists in my hands, I give them a squeeze, and he shifts right back where I want him. Under my touch, under my spell, hanging on my every word. I smile, "Behind your back, please. Can't have you touching things you're not allowed to touch yet, can we?"
His whole body convulses, he bites his lip as he places his hands behind his back, and I wonder if he's chosen to clasp them together or just use his body weight to hold them there for safe keeping.
He looks beautiful. There's no other way to put it.
There's a sheen of perspiration from his determination to listen, and he does it so well.
He's blushing and when he stops biting his lip, he smiles.
He almost looks so giddy he might start laughing.
I love every second of this. Would love to know what it feels like for him, what it would feel like for me.
Could I feel that happy with him restraining me and fucking me senseless and thank him for it?
The wetness between my legs tells me that yes, yes I most definitely could.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks me, his head lolling to his shoulder, making him look absolutely adorable.
"Thinking about what I want to do to you. There’s so many options.
" My fingers trail his ribs, and I giggle when I realize he's ticklish.
I move my hands lower. I give him a squeeze, his cock reacting to my touch and flexing on its own.
He whimpers as I ponder, "I think I want this, right here, in my mouth. What do you think?"
"Please." He closes his eyes, resting his head against the wall, waiting for me to do something.
I turn back to the chair near me, realizing we've barely made it down the hall.
I'm able to grab a cushion and drop it right in front of him.
I give him a smirk and sink to my knees.
Watching me, his swallow audible and his cock flexes again as he realizes just how close I am to having him.
I tug his pants, then his boxers the rest of the way down his legs.
"You gonna be good while I fuck you with my mouth?"
"Jesus. Yes." His eyes grow dark, pupils wide and lips pink, begging me to continue..
He tries, and fails, not to move, but his hips shift from side to side and his biceps clench and his body craves me as much as I crave him.
It's easy, so easy to let him lean in closer so my hands can bring him where I want him, where I can taste him on my tongue, watching him fall apart as my tongue touches the tip, swirls and swirls until he's choking out a soft, "Please. "
I take him in my mouth, feeling him along my tongue.
I take my time working him over, up and down in slow, tantalizing drags.
When I pull him all the way out and stare him dead in his pleading eyes with a grin, I take my tongue to the tip again and then take him in fully.
Gag reflex be damned, I manage it, and his eyes roll back.
I see his composure break down, see him pull his hands from behind his back, and I laugh when he makes a noise of surprise as I pinch his thigh, reminding him where his hands are supposed to be.
Only once he's back where I want him do I continue.
"Georgie, I'm close, and I don't want to—shit, ah… I want—"
I pull off his cock with a pop, and grin at him as I use my hand to stimulate him more, "What do you want? Tell me. I might let you."
"I want—" he shivers, "I want my hands free. I want to put them in your hair, to pull and I want... I want what you said. Earlier. Please. I love this, oh fuck—I love this too much. But I just can't take it. I want—" He chokes on his words and glares at me when I stop touching him completely.
For a moment, my brain short circuits. He wants it.
He wants it. He wants it. He wants me at his mercy like he has been for me, he wants to see me turned on and begging and willing to do anything.
I know I want that just as much as I love seeing him like this, I want to try that with him if he wants, but I have to hear him confirm to me that's what he's asking for. "You want to switch?"
"Yes, I... I want that." He tells me.
It sends a shiver through me. I close my eyes, placing my hands on the top of my thighs, sitting up straight.
It feels weird to be fully clothed at his feet and to open my eyes to see him looking down at me so differently than it usually is.
My thighs are screaming already from the position I'm sitting in.
I shift in my place a bit, bite my lip, shift my gaze and when I look back at him, I know I have him hook, line and sinker.
I say tantalizingly, "What would you do to me? "
His eyes grow dark from how turned on he is.
He watches my chest rise and fall, the thin spaghetti strap covering me well enough but from that angle, I can only imagine how my breasts look.
I feel how hot my cheeks are, how wet I am.
This is too much, too good, exactly what I want and what he wants.
We want each other, we want to submit, and we want to control and it's a deliciously enticing game of push and pull, cat and mouse. I have no idea who I want to win.
"First, I'd get you naked, because you're wearing too many clothes.
" He shifts, hands falling from behind his back and hanging at his sides.
"Then, I'll get you back on your knees, because good god Georgie you have no idea how beautiful you look down there.
" Noah reaches forward, his hand tentatively touching my cheek.
I lean into his palm and smile up at him.
"And then?"
"Needy girl," He murmurs, his thumb trailing my bottom lip. I can't help but try to bite him, relishing in his laughter. He quirks an eyebrow at me. "Can't reveal all my secrets, can I?"
I can just imagine the look on my face, the pure taunting and teasing, hoping to see just what he'll do. I can't even begin to think about how easy this switch was.
I tease back. "You could. I think you have no idea what you want to do, and that's why you won’t tell me."
He snorts, tone light and teasing back with a hint of promise, "Believe me, when I don't feel like I'm going to fall over, I have so, so many plans for you."
"Promises, promises."
I think I hear him mutter brat under his breath, but then he's doing as he promised.
He takes my mouth and uses it just like he wants, edging himself in the process because I change the pressure on him, use my tongue to do all the wicked things.
His hands are fisted in my hair, pulling just enough to make me shiver and smile around him.
I have to wonder how both roles can possibly feel this...
right? So right, too right. I love the feeling of him taking what he needed just as much as reciprocating the same to him.
Where I am teasing and sometimes mean in a way I know he likes, Noah is focused solely on pleasure.
I give almost too much, hold nothing back.
He wants to make me fall apart from everything being too much.
"Get up here," he murmurs on a particularly hard thrust, causing me to splutter against my gag reflex.
I do, slowly rising from my spot on the floor with his help, and falling into his hold, legs like jello.
His kiss envelopes me in heat and makes my knees weaken more.
When I feel his hand trail down my body and slip under my leggings, feeling just how wet I am, it feels like I'm on fire; I'm that turned on.
He has to hold me up, because the moment his fingers graze over my swollen, sensitive clit, I shatter.
"Oh, good girl." He breathes in my ear, slightly surprised. I press my face in the crook of his neck, listening to the sound of him gasping when I bite him hard.
"Noah," I whimper.
"I know. I understand. It's okay. I'll take care of you. You did so well. I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?"
"Yes,” I whine only once when his hand slips back out of my leggings.
I definitely don't react when he turns me around and pats me on the butt. "Naked on the bed for me. Face the headboard on your knees just like you were here."
We fit like two pieces in a puzzle. I listen, because I am curious to see if Noah can get me to the spacey place I can get him to, where it's easy to forget everything other than the person holding you in their arms. I don't even know if I can get there.
But I damn well want to try. Giving and taking is a two-way street, after all.
"Wow." His voice sends vibrations up my spine as I sit up straight on the bed, facing the direction and in the position he asked for.
"Georgie."