beatles oneshots

merry christmas - gh (2)

year: 1964
summary: george and his girlfriend natalia host christmas eve, and she teases him all night long.
rating: explicit

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"Wait here," I told George, who was at this point panting outside the door of our room, more than eager to rail me. But I had even more for him. I walked into the room and left him out there, silently sending the message not to jack off.

When I got into our room, I pulled out the lingerie I ad bought just for tonight. A red lace two piece set that matched my dress. I put it on quickly, discarding my dress, pulling my updo down into a mess on my shoulders, and redoing my lipstick. For good measure, I put on a Santa hat, it added extra sexiness.

Being awkward, I tried to find a good pose on the bed for George to walk in on. I decided I'd just lay on my side in a suggestive pose, playing around with the top of my Santa hat.

"Can I come in? I'm dying out here," George joked, probably knowing what was coming.

"Come right in," I tried the most sultry noise I could muster up. When he opened the door, his eyes widened in shock.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Harrison."

He pushed me down immediately, and was all over me. He took off his clothes quite quickly, leaving himself in just boxers, his lips not leaving mine or my body the whole time.

"You little minx, you are. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you, y'know that? God, the things I want to do to you. You can blue ball me any night if you give me this kind of present," he said, between kissing up and down my neck. George was always quite good at dirty talking. It's always the "quiet ones."

He kissed all around my neck, sucking and biting, teeth grazing my ears as he said his dirty thoughts into them. His hands moved to my breasts, and his lips followed, biting and sucking at the skin of my chest, which was still mostly covered by my bra. I was quite vocal at his motions, which told him I was enjoying myself. He buried his face in my breasts, making sure to show them his full attention.

"This is so perfect I almost don't want to take it off," he said, playing with my bra. "But what's under it is even better."

As he took off my bra, he practically moaned at the sight, his mouth watering at the sight. He was obviously taking his time reveling in my body, even if I thought I had made him wait long enough.

The tent in his boxers was evident, and I almost felt bad, but I also knew that George was enjoying this just as much as I was.

"You really are bloody gorgeous. This is going to be a long night, I hope you're ready."

"Oh, George, I'm so ready."

He made his way down my body, even further. He got to the waistband of my underwear, which did not leave much to the imagination. He pulled them down slowly, eyeing every bit of skin that was uncovered.

"Darling, you're absolutely soaked. Did I do that?"

"Yes," I gasped as he spoke between my legs.

"I want to hear you say it." At this point George's voice was no more than a lustful growl, and it only aroused me more.

"You make me soaked, Georgie. Nobody turns me on like you," I said, my own voice reduced to moans and whines.

Just like that his mouth was all over me, eating me like he was starving. I let out a moan of surprise, not expecting him to attack so quickly. He worked on my clit the most, moving his tongue in a small circle, earning squirms and moans from me. He pulled my thighs over his shoulders and continued in earnest, trying to get me to orgasm.