Sweeter Than Wine

Sooner Than Expected

I giggle wildly as I start to run from George.

Seeing as how this is my subconscious, I smirk to myself and imagine all sorts of fun obstacles to inhibit him.

Suddenly I hear him shriek, "what the bloody hell?!"

I stop and turn to see him standing behind a hip high pile of logs with an adorably confused expression.

I blow a kiss, "gotta catch me, Geo!"

I don't hear what he says back as I rush off into the woods.

I run as quietly as I can until I come upon a little cabin tucked nicely behind some trees.

I quickly enter the cabin, the smell of cedar and sandalwood permeating the small, cozy space.

I look around me, nothing of interest catching my eye.

With one final look I turn to continue my way away from George.

Suddenly the door slams open and George's voice fills the small space. "Honey, I'm home!"

I let out a small scream as he charges me, lifting me and taking the few steps to the bed before throwing me onto its cushy surface.

"George!" I yell shrilly, giggling as he holds my wrists above my head.

"Hmmmm, you're wearing too much clothing, my love..." he whispers.

"As are you, Geo..." I say back with a smirk, giving him a wink as his clothes disappear.

"Cheeky girl..." he says with a matching smirk.

I gasp as cool air hits my suddenly naked body.

"That's not fair, this is my dream!" I whine as I wiggle in his hold.

"Mmmmm....Life's not fair, my dear..." he says with a wicked grin.

He removes his hands from my wrists, a silky tie replacing his warmth almost immediately.

"George...." I say in a warning tone, trying to hide my grin.

He ignores me and bends his head down, dragging his tongue down my chest.

I squeak in surprise and arch my back slightly.

I feel him smirk against me before he kisses his way down to my thighs.

All silliness quickly fades as he pushes my legs open.

He gives me one final look, lust sparkling in those gorgeous eyes of his as he leans down.

My breath catches as he dives his tongue deep into me without warning.

"G-Geo!" I scream, the feeling of his tongue making my insides quickly reduce to mush.

He works furiously hard, gripping tightly onto my already shaking thighs.

He wants one thing just as much as I do. And he's gonna have it.