George Harrison Imagines

Scruff

I stretch my limbs out lazily, my right arm grazing the bare skin of George's back. I feel him stir under my touch, causing me to grin then lay on my side to look at him.

His deep brown eyes slowly open, watching me with adoration, a crooked smile pulling at his pink lips.

"Good morning, Geo." I whisper, lightly trailing my fingers up his exposed side.

He smiles fully, sharp canines shining in the morning sun. His warm calloused hand runs up the back of my naked thigh, raising goosebumps in it's wake.

"Good morning, my lovely girl." He speaks, his lazy Liverpudlian drawl even gruffer than usual in his waking state.

His low voice sends shivers down my spine...I'll never get tired of that deliciously thick accent of his.

I hum, scooting my naked body closer to his heat. His hand guides my leg over his hip, his arousal barely grazing my folds.

"Mmmmmm..." he groans, moving his hips just a bit closer, his head rubbing deliciously against my clit.

His hand slides down to grab my bum, fingers lightly brushing my dampening center from behind. I let out a small whine, my arms finding their way around his neck.

He presses feather-light kisses down my bicep, then across my collarbone, my head falling back to allow his plump lips more access.

His lips trail up the front of my throat, then to my ear. He nibbles my earlobe gently before gracing my senses with his wonderfully gravelly voice again, "are you enjoying your honeymoon, Mrs. Harrison?"

I grin naughtily at my new husband, recalling the past few days of doing nothing but rolling around the sheets of our honeymoon suite.

My hand gently brushes the light dusting of scruff George's face has accumulated, the prickly hairs an exquisite contrast to my soft skin.

"I am.." I speak lowly, pulling his face to mine in a passionate kiss. His scruff rubbing my cheeks and chin almost painfully, stoking the fire growing in my belly.

George maneuvers himself on top of me, never breaking our now bruising kiss.

His hot mouth releases mine, leaving me panting, eyes begging for more. 

He moves down my body, his scruff scraping across my sensitive skin, leaving small red patches of passion.

He presses soft kisses to my abdomen, leading himself down to my thighs before gently separating them with a rough palm.

His eyes travel back up my body hungrily before locking with my hooded ones, "Mmm...that's good...I'm feeling a bit...hungry..." His tongue darts out to wet his plump lips, "I think I'll skip breakfast and go straight to dessert..."

He kisses up my thigh until his lips are right next to where I need them. He grins up at me wickedly before pushing my legs open further.

"Mmmm....you look absolutely divine..." Without giving me a chance to react, his hot tongue darts out flicking my clit ever so lightly.

I moan unabashedly, gripping onto the sheets tightly. "..Geo...please...." I speak, voice high and tightly wound.

He makes a small noise before diving into me completely. His scruff rubs roughly across the soft flesh of my thighs, creating a wonderful friction.

He eats me quickly, like I was the best thing he's ever tasted, tongue diving in deep before circling my clit. His expert tongue works me quickly to the edge, and I arch my back screaming his name, huffing out small moans with every outward breath until I come down from the high George so graciously gifted me.

"Mmmmmm...so gorgeous when you cum for me..." He breathes, climbing back up my body, attacking my lips with his own.

I taste myself on his rough lips, wiggling under him impatiently. He chuckles and moves his lips back down to my neck, biting my sweet spot before sucking it harshly.

He nips brutally until he paints my skin with yet another one of his exquisite love bites.

My hands claw at his arms, my voice ragged with need, "..George...please...I need you in me...now.."

He brings his face to the crook of my neck, scruff scraping delightfully.

"..Naughty little thing, you are.." He whispers, nipping at my pulse point.

I whine as he slowly inches himself into me, groaning at the delicious stretching as he fits perfectly inside.

George moans my name as his hips become flush with mine, "..fuck...so tight for me..."

I moan, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of being so utterly full, "..fuck....Geo....fuck me...please...." I plead, angling my hips higher, feeling him slide a bit deeper.

George groans, unable to hold himself back any longer as he thrusts slowly, building up to a quick, brutal pace.

The room is filled quickly with our soft grunts, and the sinful sound of skin on skin.

George moves his head between my breasts, scruff scraping erotically with each bed shifting thrust.

My legs tremble as my second orgasm begins to surface, fingernails clawing ruthlessly at George's back.

"Does my girl...mmmm..want to cum again..?" George pants out, changing his angle ever so slightly, wickedly exploiting my g-spot for all it's worth.

I dig my nails into his shoulder blades, eyes squeezed shut, "yes...yes...YES...ahhhh..." George thrusts deeply, his generous shaft rubbing me in all the right ways. 

"..shit...George..right there...right....ahhhhhh." I cum hard, my walls contracting tightly around his pulsing member.

"Fuck...." George grunts, spilling himself into me, his warmth deeply satisfying in my euphoric state.

George remains on top of me for a few minutes, peppering gentle kisses cross my chest, his scruff grazing the already pink skin.

He pulls himself out, earning a breathy moan from me as his love lazily spills out from deep within myself.

He collapses next to me, pulling me close as he gently drags his fingers across the patches of skin his scruff brutalized.

"How'd I manage to woo such a perfect woman to be mine?" He breathes against my shoulder affectionately. 

My hand tangles in his thick locks, pressing my forehead to his, "Everything about you calls out to me, Geo...I'm the lucky one...You could have anyone you want, you had a very real chance of getting with P-" He cuts me off with a heartfelt kiss, molding his perfect mouth with mine, hand tangling in my hair, mirroring mine in his.

"Shhh....I've never seen such a beautiful girl..no one compares with you...NO ONE. I knew just by the way you looked at me, you were the one...You were genuinely interested in ME...not the fact that I'm a Beatle..."

I smile, tears of joy pricking the corners of my eyes, "I love you George...you are my soulmate...and I look forward to going through this journey called life with you..."

George kisses me gently, our lips sharing deep emotional connection only found in the old souls of lovers meant to be.

"I love you, _______...my beautiful girl..."