George Harrison Imagines

Wah-Wah - Part 2

***Smut ⚠️ ***

Traffic was moving now, but it was still far too slow for my buzzing nerves. George's lane was going faster than mine, causing my heart to thud painfully against my ribcage.

After what felt like an eternity, I'm finally turning into the lot for his hotel. I park my car close to the building, trying to calm my rapid breathing.

I grip the steering wheel tightly until my knuckles turn white. I finally get my breathing down to a relatively normal level.

I clutch the key firmly in my hand, and walk briskly to the entrance. I casually stroll through the lobby, acting as if I belong.

Stepping into the elevator, I press the button for floor two. The elevator shudders to life, carrying me to my destination.

By the time the door finally opens, I'm almost gasping for air. I step out quickly, walking a bit into the hall.

I lean heavily into the wall, placing a hand on my chest. "Just breathe..." I whisper to myself.

After a minute, I continue down the hall, glancing at the room numbers. It only took me about thirty seconds to arrive.

I glance at my shaking hand, reaching it to the lock. I slowly insert the key, twisting it gently until I hear a click. With one final deep breath, I turn the knob and enter.

I quickly step into the room, shutting the door quietly behind me, locking it securely. I stay facing the door, my pulse deafening in my ears.

Suddenly a pair of hands grip my hips, "you don't need to be nervous, love." My face heats at his touch.

Slowly I turn, my eyes level with his chest. He hooks a finger under my chin, bringing my eyes to his. A soft smile appears on his lips, "ah, there she is. Even more gorgeous up close."

I smile meekly, lost in his deep, brown eyes. He gently tugs me toward the little table in the room, "champagne? To help you relax?" I nod eagerly, "please?"

George hands me a glass, and I drink it quickly. He chuckles, taking the glass back from me, "woah, sweetheart! Don't want you forgetting anything tonight, do we?"

The alcohol does its job, putting a blanket on my hyperactive nerves, "no, I want to remember, everything."

"Wonderful." He says lowly, pulling my face to his in a heated kiss. I hum surprisedly, but quickly surrender to his hot mouth.

He pulls us back to the bed, gently nudging me against it, causing me to sit. He presses against me, pushing me against the soft mattress.

I feel his tongue eagerly swipe against my bottom lip, I open my mouth with a soft moan, allowing him to taste me.

He sighs, sliding his hands up the front of my blouse. I arch myself into his touch, all nervousness completely abated.

"There's a good girl.." he purrs into my ear. He sits up a bit to get better access to my blouse. Skilled fingers work the buttons loose quickly.

I sit up, shrugging the fabric from the shoulders. George looks at my lacy white bra, running a lean finger across the soft fabric, before slipping his hand to my back, snapping the bra undone quickly.

I pull the confining article off myself in one swift motion, tossing it carelessly across the room.

George's eyes darken, immediately darting a hand out to grasp one breast roughly. I let out a small gasp, George takes the opportunity to shove his tongue back into my mouth.