Taste Of Medicine | G.Daniel & M.Healy

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He was being far too slow and far too gently for what I had in mind.

A week. A whole fucking week I'd gone without his touch. I was starved of him. I knew he was purposely trying to keep the noise minimal. For obvious reasons. But he should know by now, with weeks of having to keep quiet when fucking me at home, with my parents in, we were able to go unnoticed.

"Hurry up" I groaned in frustration. Laid out on the sofa, lengthwise. In only my thong. George was already hovering over me. But his boxers were still in the same place as before. Rather than down or off. I felt the smile spreading across his lips as he continued to kiss my neck. And at that point, I was sure he was purposely doing it.

"George" I wined. And grabbed his length through the fabric of his briefs. His cock instantly became responsive to my touch, twitching upwards and reaching his full hardened stage.

I wasn't waiting anymore. And it seemed he wasn't going to make me much longer. Allowing me to yank his boxers down and free him. I licked my hand, from my palm up to my finger tips and grabbed him eagerly. A few pumps later, we were both ready. So I thought, until he removed my hand from him. Causing me to groan out in annoyance again. "If something doesn't happen pretty soon, I'm going to sort myself out, and just use you as something pretty to look at" I threatened. Knowing exactly how much that would tease him.

"That dirty mouth of yours!" he growled into my ear. Distracting me. Not realising he'd already placed himself at my entrance. Until he forced himself into me in one swift, hard, pleasurable thrust.

His pace was straight to fast. And Hard. Always seeming to know exactly how I need it. Without usually having to tell him. It was as though we both knew what the other felt. Both needing it exactly the same. Like we were one.

But all too soon it came to a sudden stop.

"Are you joking?" I giggled into my hand. "Already?" I teased.

Yeah, it had been a week since he last had me. But I didn't think he would lose it this quick.

"Shh. Shut up a minute" He whispered harshly. As I felt him turning, to look back towards the stairs.

I tutted out loud, purposely for him to hear. Talk about paranoid. He's ruining it already, and we haven't been at it a minute.

"Oi" I demanded his attention to be back on me, "You better fuck my brains out, otherwise I'm gonna moan so loud" I promised. Loving how easy everything falls into my hands and allows me to get my own way.

His arms began straining as he held himself up still, "You wouldn't dare" I vaguely got a glimpse of him shaking his head down at me.

Oh, George. He should know better than to challenge me by now.

I quickly wrapped my legs around him, crossing my legs at the ankles around his back, before allowing a fake moan to sound around the room. His hand quickly slapped over my mouth, to stop me playing any further. "I told you" I said into his hand before giggling.

And what's even funnier? He liked it.

"You liked that" I called him out quietly when he moved his hand away again.

"What?"

"When I made that groan then, you liked it" I stared up at him. Knowing he was quickly becoming mardy with me now.

"No I didn't, shut up. Do you wanna get caught?" He snapped.

It really makes no odds to me.

I shrugged honestly. "But you still liked it. Your cock twitched when I did it" I grinned. Loving how responsive he always is. And how shy he sometimes gets around me.

"Shut. Up" He said slowly before bringing his lips back to mine. Feeling him smiling again.

"Fuck me then!" I breathed into his mouth. Knowing again I had him where I wanted him.

. . . . And he did.