Sweeter Than Wine

Little Black Dress

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"George! Stop!" I yell, giggling and swatting at his wiggling fingers attacking my sides.

George chuckles evilly, "make me." He challenges, ruthlessly tickling the exposed flesh under my shirt.

"I will!" I yell back defiantly, thrusting my arms to his sides, mimicking his motions.

In a matter of minutes I'm straddling him, my fingers teasing the warm skin beneath his shirt.

Suddenly our laughter fades as the gaze we share turns intense. Leaning forward, I-

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My eyes flick open, chest heaving from the passionate dream I just left. I turn my gaze to George, sleeping peacefully.

Our legs are tangled together, my top half resting on his chest. I bite my lip, not wanting to wake him, but also desperately wanting to wake him at the same time.

My tongue glides over my lips as I slowly slide my hand down his thin body, reaching my intended destination.

I trace my fingers over him lightly, feeling him grow with every stroke. I grin wickedly to myself.

I grip onto him tightly, stroking slowly. Suddenly, I'm being pressed roughly into the mattress, George's arms pinning my wrists down.

"How naughty...what ever should we do with such a bad girl?" His voice gravelly from sleep, and so very sexy.

I whine as he shifts, roughly opening my legs, his hardness brushes against my slick opening a few times, before he plunges in, taking no time to allow me to get used to his size.

My moans come out as harsh exhales as George expertly angles himself for maximum pleasure.

His low groans send a delicious tingle up my spine, my hands wrapping around his arms, bracing myself.

"Darling....I....I need you to cum.." George growls, picking up his speed. The air seems to be sucked from me as I gasp for air.

"George..George....fuck...ahhhhhhh" George's snapping hips bring me to an orgasm so intense my vision blacks out for a moment. A few short seconds later, George follows me over the edge, kissing me sweetly as he cums.

He grins crookedly at me, "mornin', sweetheart!" I giggle and kiss his cheek, "Good morning, Geo."

"Have some sort of good dream, then?" He asks, his grin widening. I scoff, "I am a lady, sir! I do not have such dreams!"

He laughs, peppering my face in sweet kisses. "let's get this hell day started, shall we?" I nod, allowing him to help me stand.

I throw on his robe, not really caring how I look quite yet, that's for later. My main focus now is just to get my body fueled for the task at hand.

George and I step into the dining room, the other three just finishing up setting trays of food on the table.

"Hey, the love birds are finally up." John says, wiggling his eyebrows at us. George rolls his eyes, "sod off, Lennon. What's on?"