Summary: You fit every inch of George for the first time
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, mentions of reader being shorter/smaller than George
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"Think you'll fit all of me tonight, darling?" George's voice is a low, tantalizing murmur that sends a ripple of warmth through you.
You were standing in front of your vanity, hands braced against the edge, when he stepped up behind you. The mirror reflects the way he towers over you, his presence commanding, his hands sliding firmly onto your hips as he pulls you back into him.
You glance up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity there makes you shiver. He's watching you with that same smirk, his eyes dark, savoring every reaction.
A thrill shoots through you, anticipation pooling as you take in the contrast—the way his frame eclipses yours, making you feel delicate, drawn into him as he presses against you, unyielding.
"Maybe I'll finally be able to take all of you," you murmured, a hint of challenge in your tone, though the thought alone makes your breath catch. It's an admission of just how much you want him, and he knows it.
His smirk deepens, and in one smooth motion, he turns you to face him, his hand cupping your cheek, his fingers spreading over your jaw with a confidence that feels almost possessive. You have to lift onto your toes to meet him as he leans down, his gaze locking with yours, and the height difference makes your heart race faster. His hand cradles your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he guides you closer, and you're struck by just how much of you he fills—fingers splayed with an ease that both thrills and overpowers you.
As his lips capture yours, his other hand settles on your lower back, pulling you into him, and the strength in his hold is undeniable. His kiss is slow, deliberate, each movement deep and consuming, as if he's savoring every second. You press closer, feeling the firmness of his chest against you, and the sensation is dizzying, grounding you even as it leaves you craving more.
As his kiss deepens, you feel his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping firmly before he lifts you effortlessly, pulling you flush against him as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Now, eye-to-eye, you don't have to strain to reach him; he's right there, filling your vision and your senses, his strength enveloping you completely. There's a thrill in being held this way, your weight supported by his solid frame, his hands pressing possessively into your thighs as he moves with a steady confidence toward the bed.
His lips part from yours, but he keeps you close, pressing a lingering, teasing kiss to your lips before he pulls back, his gaze flickering with a dark promise. "You're going to feel every inch of me tonight," he whispered, his voice low and smooth, a seductive whisper that ignites heat in your core.
Then, without warning, he dropped you onto the bed, letting you fall back against the mattress with a soft gasp. The ease with which he tosses you down reminds you just how effortlessly he can handle you, his control over your body a potent reminder of his strength. His figure looms above you as he watches you sprawled on the bed, a look of satisfaction playing across his lips as he takes in the sight of you, breathless and waiting, entirely at his mercy.
