𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w

37. a taste of heaven

This chapter contains scenes of sexual nature. Please read with caution.

I feel his hands on my body, and I let out a string of breathy moans as my insides jolt from his touch. It feels like I've been struck by lightning, and I can't keep myself from blurting out whatever's on my mind in the moment.

"Fuuuuck. George—I need you. I need your hands on me."

"Say no more", he pants, flipping the both of us around on the bed, so that he's the one on top. Our clothes have since long been completely discarded, and the skin-to-skin contact leaves tingles up and down my body. George places wet kisses on my forehead, my neck, between my shoulder blades, down to my stomach, until  he's finally closer to where I want him. I'm practically soaked from his hungry gaze alone, and I've never wanted to feel the touch of another person so badly before. It's like I'm starved for it, and if he doesn't do anything soon to help, I'm afraid I might die.

"You're so wet, love." He smirks, not yet touching me. "All for me?"

"George, please—"

"Please what?", he asks, almost tauntingly. I can tell he's getting off of the sight of me putty from his touch alone, and I find myself wanting to wipe that stupid, proud grin off his face.

I can barely get another word out, my voice coming out in pants and moans instead. I frown, sending him a look to say he's walking a rather thin line.

"Please, put your hands on me."

And he does.

And it feels fucking amazing.

As if I've been sent to heaven.

The fact that he looks like a complete god between my thighs doesn't really help either.

"F-f-fuck, that feels so good, Georgie." I manage to say in between moans. "You're fingers feel so good inside me."

It doesn't take long for him to make me scream out in ecstasy, coming from the touch of his fingers inside my slick cunt. I feel my legs shake, and I try hard not to bite too hard at my lips as I come back down from the high he's just brought me through. His fingers slip out of me, and before I know it, he's sucking my cum off them, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're amazing", he chuckles, pressing a wet kiss to my mouth. "Absolutely—" his lips meet mine again and I try to savour the taste of him, while also wondering what it would be like to taste myself on his lips, "fucking—" and again, "gorgeous."

"I love you", I confess, smiling against his lips.

He sends me a cheeky grin, "and I love you. So much."

"I want to make you feel good too", I say, reaching down with my hands towards his bulge. "I want to know what it's like to have you moan underneath me by my touch alone."

He hisses at the touch, and I know he's trying his best to to hide just how hard he really is. I feel him against my stomach, tracing my hand closer to where I know he wants me. "Can I?"

"You-you're joking, right?", he chuckles, brows raised. "You're asking if I want you to touch me? Darling, it's all I ever want you to do. Besides, I could never say no to you."

"Okay", I let out a nervous laugh. "Just know", I start tracing my hands along his abdomen and down towards his cock, which is already glistening with pre-cum. "I've never done this before. I might not be very good at it. In fact, I probably won't be."

"Love—oh fuck!—all you have to do is look at me and I'm practically putty in your hands. You won't need to touch me for long. Actually, it's kind of embarrassing how much power you have over me." He continues to swear beneath his breath, and I know I won't have to have my mouth wrapped around him for too long before he'll reach that high too.

"I love you so much", I repeat, pressing a chaste kiss to his lower abdomen before finally taking his cock in my mouth. I keep stroking the base of it, trying to take as much of him as I can. It feels, strange, to say the least, but it's also turning me on how I seem to be able to make him moan so easily.

"Fuck, love. That feels—"

"Good?", I smile, coming up for air before placing my mouth back on him.

"So fucking good. Ah—love, I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep this up."

"I-I want you to".

"You sure?", he questions. "You don't have to."

"I'm sure. You made me come, now I want to repay the favour. Please, George, please come in my mouth. I want to know what you taste like."

No less than a few second later, he spills into my mouth, and it's a strange sort of taste. Not bad, necessarily, just... odd. It tastes of salt, and I swallow as much of it as I can, pressing a final kiss to his thigh, before falling on my back next to him. I cuddle into his side, the warmth of his body encompassing me, making me feel safe.

It's strange to know such a line has finally been crossed between us. Good, but weird, and I know there's no coming back from what we just did. Not that I'd ever want to.

I'm completely enamoured with him. I'd do anything he'd ask of me.

Fuck, I've got it bad.

"That was..." he whispers, his eyes closed but with a lingering smile on his lips.

I kiss the tip of his nose, letting my head rest between his head and shoulder blades, his arms around me.

"Amazing", I whisper back, nuzzling even closer, as if I can't be close enough to him. "That was amazing."

It's only when I feel his breath hot on my skin and I notice he's fallen deep asleep beside me, that I realise we forgot to put up a silencing charm.

Fuck.

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Finally, right?

What do you think? Is the smut good enough, or do you want more of something? I'd appreciate feedback, in whatever form you can give me. It's always difficult writing these kinds of things, in my experience.

Our love doves still have yet to have the s though, so that will be coming soon.

Or, I guess, they will be.

Hahaha— cheeky!

xx

- ddraconifors