Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapter 69: Bedroom

George POV.

Hands brushed against my chest and I grumbled at the sensation, attempting to go back to sleep. I was exhausted after all, yet when the hands were replaced with a soft pair of lips which kissed my bare back. “Clay,” I whispered, sighing as he continued to pepper touches all over my bare skin.

He hummed, acknowledging my words yet not saying anything as he held me. His hands were wrapped around my waist, and I could feel his warm breath against my skin in the cold room. “Why did you need to wake me up?” I asked him, fully rolling over to look at the beautiful blond.

“Because I couldn’t resist being able to hold and touch and kiss you, now that you are a free man without that stupid show.”
“It feels good. I didn't know any different but now that I do there is no place that I would rather be than here with you.” We closed the distance between us with a sweet kiss.

We laid there for ages, minutes feeling like nothing as we held one another. “I love you so much.” I kept repeating between each touch we exchanged. Another thing drawing me closer was the coldness of the room. It wasn’t freezing like a winter, just cold enough that we were lured together for comfort.

Clay’s house was big, bigger than any of the houses were back inside of the dome. I wasn’t sure what exactly he did, yet it was obviously something big and important. Even though it was almost forty minutes away from the dome it still towered over everything, growing up towards the sky and casting a shadow on the city.

It was a reminder, a curse and tormenter that I’ll be able to see as long as I remain here. With a sigh on my face I looked over towards the blond, who was admiring me. The warm hands were still resting on my hips, and he pulled me over to sit on top of him. Then he brought my face down to a kiss, pushing our crotches against each other.

“Clay.” I gasped as I was unprepared for what he was doing. His hips continued to move, sending rushes of pleasure through my core. “What… what are you doing?” A deep blush was already growing on my face as several answers appeared in my mind.

“I’m just thinking that maybe we could celebrate your first day of freedom. I mean I also think I deserve something for being the one to free you, but we can just go with the celebration thing…” My brows furrowed but I nodded, thinking that it was fair after he had saved me from that life. With slow movements I slipped over to basically melt above him, becoming pliant.

✨Smut warning✨

Clay moved me. I had no shirt on, and he began sliding off my pants before shuffling off his own. A look of desperation was on his face and he didn’t bother taking his time to look over me as his lips quickly kissed at my neck and shoulders, holding me close with arms wrapping around my torso.

“Look at you.” He hummed happily. “I’ve got you all to myself, not a person in the world who will be able to watch me and you together.” My brows furrowed, continuing to grow more concerned and uncertain, but I allowed the blond to keep kissing me as he wished.

“God, you look so beautiful my darling.” Clay mumbled, and I couldn’t say anything as he continued to touch me as he wanted. My arms were draped over him and we continued to kiss, making out messily with one another as the blond pulled his own clothes out of the way, leaving us naked against one another.

“Is this okay?” He asked, taking his time now to just bask in the feeling of our bodies naturally against one another. “Are you okay with what I’m doing?” I nodded, hands holding at his shoulders and squeezing at the surprisingly soft and tender skin. Despite my consent to move forward he continued to just pepper me with kisses and touches, loving the moment.

I didn’t mind though. This was, as he said, a reward for everything that he had done for me, and so I would allow him to take his time if he wished, since at the end of the day I loved him. We continued to kiss at one another desperately with his hands continuing to move me as he wished.

“What do you want to do?” I asked him, breath beginning to hitch as I blushed when he nosed down my chest. “Clay?”
“I want to be able to feel you.” He muttered. “I want to be inside you.” All that I could do was nod at him, blushing further at the idea.

He momentarily moved me off of him, having me sit under the warm covers while grabbing something from one of his drawers, which just so happened to be a bottle of jube. I sat back, attempting to not make a big fuss as he poured some of the white-ish cream onto his fingers and told me to move.

I did without a single word, climbing back onto his lap with my arms moving to wrap around his shoulders. After giving me a moment to settle down he looked over me patiently. “Are you okay with this?” He stopped to check, and I gave him verbal reassurance that I was okay.

After hearing that reassurance he pushed one of the coated fingers into me. It wasn’t much of a stretch because I had grown used to his size, but the way he thrusted it into me earned a moan and for me to clench around his digits.

“Good boy.” He hummed when he added a second finger, earning another moan when he began thrusting and scissoring the two of them. “God I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He continued to tell me, sounding desperate as his movements sped up and reached deeper and deeper into my core.

At the stimulation I found myself brushing my hips forward, creating stimulation between me and him. Our lips continued to chase one another as we made out happily. Eventually a third and fourth finger were added, ones that made me begin to feel the stretch and I continued to squeeze around the blond.

“Clay.” I whispered out, pulling myself closer to him. “I want you, I don’t need any more stretching.” When I pressed a kiss onto his forehead he nodded and pulled his fingers out from me, wiping them onto a tissue from the side of the bed.
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Smut for chapter 69? Wow you guys are lucky with this story.