WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
It'd been awhile since it'd stepped out of he shower. It was nice, unusual though. I never really took showers or anything like that in strangers houses, or anyone's houses other than mine really. But it felt right, I felt no pressure. Minus the plain walls and the tiny flat, everything was fine. I was with George but that was okay, because he made me feel alright. He made me feel special.
Carefully, I slipped on an over sized jumped that George had left out for me on the bed. Since he was in the bathroom I threw my shirt over my head and pulled on the jumper. It was huge, so I giggled, then I turned to the mirror and starred at reflection with a huff. My legs were disgusting, so fragile and stick-like. Another reason why i'm afraid of sex, the boy would probably snap me.
"Olivia?" A soft voice called from the living room, gradually getting closer.
"In here." I shouted, still studying my reflection and playing with the damp strands of hair that were loose over my shoulders. George made his way into the room, walking behind me and wrapping his long, arms around my waist.
"Hello beautiful." He smiled, looking at me through the mirror. "See, I told you that you look even more beautiful without any makeup on." He smirked. I returned the smile, dropping my head and looking at the carpet beneath me. George planted a few gentle kisses on my shoulder, rocking my body lightly, then he brought the kisses up to my neck. I let out a bundle of giggles as I tilted my head to the side.
"George." I chuckled, "George stop it, i'm ticklish!" My giggling grew continuous, which seemed to make George smile. All of a sudden he stopped tickling me and he brought his lips up to my ears,
"I know, it's cute." He murmered against the edge of my ear, pecking in tenderly afterwards. I placed my hands ontop of his and lifted them up to my lips, giving them a soft, gentle kiss, only making George hug me tighter. Before I could move anymore George took one of my hands off his and lifted it up into the air, twirling me around.
"What are you doing? That was so random." I chuckled. George looked down at me and smiled.
"What can I say? I'm just a random guy." He laughed, moving his hands slowly down to my waist, holding each side lightly. I looked up at him and smiled in adoration. He was perfect, so beautiful, there was no one like George in the world. My eye's traveled up to his, causing me to smile even more once I noticed the usual twinkle. My heart was officially adapted because of him, and now he owned it. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, moving closer to him and resting my head on the back of his shoulder.
"You aren't random. You're just... A bit unusual." I mumbled, trying not to giggle.
"Cheeky bitch." George murmered inbetween a few laughs, rocking my body lightly. It was as-though we were hugging and slow dancing at the same time, I wasn't quite sure which one it was, but I still liked it. The silence grew wide, until;
"So... How was your day?" George whispered, I could feel his cheeky smirk. Quickly, I pulled away, starring into his eyes for a few seconds and then letting out a big sigh, shaking my head.
"Oh shut up and kiss me." I mumbled, placing both hands against the back of his head harshly and pulling him forward, tilting my head as I began to move my lips roughly against his. Without warning George grasped hold of the bottom of my thighs, picking me up against his waist and turning around towards the bed, throwing my on the sheets so I landed softly. He stood there for a second, looking down at me and smiling with an admiration in his eyes.
"I won't hurt you." He whispered, walking forward, starring at me. Even with so much lust in his eyes he still looked innocent and angelic. He made his way over to me, getting onto the bed and taking his top off, then crawling over to me so he was eventually hovering above me. He began to attack me with tender kisses on my neck as he smirked, causing me to giggle. Then he slowly made his way down to the bottom of my jumper, taking it off me. He then skillfully unclasped my bra, starring down at my breasts and then back into my eyes, smiling at me. I starred into his eyes, amazed by their perfection. His hands swiftly made their way up to my face, stroking my cheek and planting a slow, gentle kiss on my lips whilst they began to move in sync. I could feel his heavy body against my lower part, making me even more lustful. Smiling a little, I took a bite on his bottom lip and watching him groan at the sight and then immediately placing his mouth on my nipples. His lips felt a little wetter as he bit one of them, hardening while pinched the other one. A helpless whimper left my lips in delight, I was never used to this stuff. Once he finished his work on the top half of my body, he moved further down the bed, attemping to pull of my trousers with his teeth, but he failed. I giggled and looked down at him, signaling for him to just pull them off normally. He laughed a deep, husky laugh and nodded once, looking back up at me and sliding his tongue against his top lip before pulling off my jeans and throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. Then he pulled off his, again, making me whimper. George groaned at my reaction and focused on my bottom half, pulling off my lace black underwear and throwing that on the floor along with the other pile of clothes. Without knowing, my head soft of tilted back to hold back my impatient moaning. A slight tickle was felt on my upper thighs, it got more intense, making me feel a tingle down below. And that was when I realized his head was inbetween my thighs, his eyes starring at the center. A large pair of lips were felt sucking my clit, giving it gentle kisses, and then little pecks, blowing air on it now and again. My hands suddenly found themselfs fisting his tousled hair, my tight moaning begging for more. A pair of large fingers unexpectedly slid into my wet center, causing me to whimper at the amazing feeling, which then led to George groaning as a result of my reactions of noises and hip thrusts, my legs spread wide apart and my insides clenching around his fingers. Just as I tried to catch my breath and slow my thrusts down his tongue finds my tender spot, keeping the rythm with both his licking and his fingers. An unsual warm feeling then erupted inside my stomach, I then began to pant and moan his name helplessly.
"Oh fuck, George. Oh my god, this feels so good... Fuck." Finally I took my orgasum, my thighs tightening around his head, only making him suck more. He teasingly makes his way up to me, licking his lips as he began to stare into my eyes, then hovering over me and kissing me with so much passion I could taste my own self.
"Was that fun." George whispered against my lips as I continued to move them against eachother in sync. I panted, my lips felt swolen, and George's certainly looked swolen. I nodded, panting and playing with the back of his hair, my arms aching and his hair twirling around my fingers. He smiled, not breaking the gaze between our eyes.
"Good, then you'll enjoy next time. I'll give you all of me." He whispered again, leaning down and kissing me tenderly with pleanty of love.
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