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She glanced up. Eyes closed, fingers digging into the duvet as his Adam’s apple bobbed, the respectable Egyptologist was unravelling, all restraint and manners gone. Smiling mischievously, she sucked harder and massaged his balls.
“Oh g—” Oliver’s hips bucked, thrusting his cock to the back of her throat.
Just the reaction she’d hoped for. Georgie reared back slightly and continued her torment, but his fingers weaved roughly through her hair as he twitched and jerked into a whimpering “Wait.”
Popping off, concern creased Georgie’s brow. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s just been a while,” he replied with a tentative smile. “I might…come sooner than I’d like.”
“That’s okay.” She licked her lips, her thumb lingering, pressing the tip. “You sure you want me to stop?”
“I’d much rather be inside you.”
So unselfish. Georgie loosened her grip. “But we have all night. We can do all the things.”
“I know, but I’m dying to feel you tighten around me.”
The thought of Oliver filling her, thrusting wildly, making her scream—fucking hell, if she wasn’t already wet enough.
“I brought condoms, they’re in my trousers, but I’m happy to kiss for a bit, till you’re ready.”
“Oh, believe me. I’m ready!”
His eyes tracked down to her breasts and back up, his gaze darkening as he swallowed. “Okay.” He leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved the condoms. “How do you want me?”
“Exactly as you were.”
Lying back down, he separated one foil square from a line of several packets as Georgie opened the drawer of her nightstand.
“I’m on the pill, but you can’t be too careful these days,” she said, removing a bottle of lubricant.
“So true.”
Georgie squinted at the label’s expiration date in the darkness. “Haven’t used this in two years, sooo—ah!” She grinned. “We’re good, have till August.” Seriously? Smile remaining despite the wallop to her heart, she waved the lube bottle. “Few drops on you first, then the condom?”
Oliver tore away the wrapper. “Please.”
Georgie squirted a small amount of lubricant in her hands, caressed the head of his erection then sat back as Oliver rolled on the condom. Straddling his thighs, she stroked more lube along his entire length, and dropped the bottle on the bed. “Ready?”
“For you? Always.”
Holding the base of his hard cock, Georgie lifted her hips and guided him slowly inside her. Sinking down inch by delectable inch, she felt his solid girth fill her completely, and the rapturous stretch pushed an uncontrollable gasp from her throat and a low growl from Oliver.
He slapped her ass, and murmured, “Good girl.”
She rocked slowly first, back and forth, savouring how deep-seated he was, indulging in how the shift forward rubbed her clit. Her barely audible moan must’ve caught Oliver’s attention because he licked his index finger and slid in between them, pressing, circling, giving her the friction she chased.
“Ahh, so fucking tight. You feel so good.” He started pumping his hips to meet hers, and it was game on. “Lemme see you come.”
Accepting Oliver’s challenge, she matched his rhythm, grinding and bouncing, his upward thrusts hitting her most sensitive spot.
“Holy fuck, Georgie.” Jaw agape, his left hand dug into her hip as he stared at where they were connected, transfixed.
As much as Georgie would’ve enjoyed slowing down and delaying the inevitable, frenzied need won out, and she rode him faster, harder, the jiggle of her breasts stealing his heavy-lidded focus as he grunted and groaned and lightly slapped her ass. “I love this.”
A quivering grin graced her lips as her mind, giddy with lust and feeling so damn good, tripped into forbidden territory. Love this. Love…him! She gulped at the brazen slip of thought and swept her damp hair away from her flushed cheeks. Nope. Not going there, Georgie. Just carpe the fuck out of this diem!
Oliver, on the other hand, wasn’t complicating matters. “Fucking LOVE this. Me, you…on top—” He gasped, his finger teasing, pressing her swollen clit. “I-I’m not gonna last.”
