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chilling-seavey · 12 days ago

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Welcome Home (gr63)

The Way It Goes Masterlist

↳ A/N It all started with this anon and, honestly, every single anon from February 26th that helped me to formulate this amazing idea and encourage me to write some new things I've never written before! Can't wait to hear all your thoughts on this one since we developed it all together! <3

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 13.6k

↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, flirting, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation and sexting, bit of a slow build up, begging, praise, compliments, grinding, oral sex (m and f receiving), forced deep throating, spitting, minor degradation (use of names like 'slut'), mentions of body hair, some manhandling, body worship, clothes ripping, mentions of tattoos, natural ebbs and flows of intensity, nipple play, size kink (but in regards to dick size, not body size), minor pain, fingering, did I mention dirty talk?, use of lube, finger sucking, pet names, edging, mirror sex, belly pressing, breeding kink, daddy kink, use of toys (magic wand vibrator), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, crying, choking, almost squirting, use of an IUD to allow for otherwise 'unprotected' sex and creampie x.

It was a comfortable afternoon in southern Europe in late February, the warmth of the sun cooled by the slight Mediterranean breeze. You leaned against the side of the white Mercedes convertible in a sundress, thankful to be able to start to take out your summer clothes with the turn of the seasons. You had spent the prior three weeks readying the house for spring and tending to chores and busying yourself with work and hobbies. You had plenty of time with George across the world for a triple header; leaving you to your shared apartment, all alone.

You never minded time alone but it was always exciting to welcome him back and as you stood in the ‘Arrivals’ parking of the Nice airport, you could hardly stand still. Strangers came and went through the sliding doors of the airport a few yards away and you followed each with a careful gaze but none were who you were looking for. Until, finally, the doors slid open once more and out walked George, dressed in his usual comfortable trousers and favourite knitted brown collared shirt, donning an expensive pair of sunglasses as he turned his face towards the sun and the breeze ruffled through his brunette waves like he was an angel incarnate.

He spotted you across the chaos of the airport parking lot like he was instinctively drawn to you and he broke into a brisk walk to get to you faster. With a smile, you pushed away from the car and already had your arms held out as he approached and he let go of his suitcase and gracefully dropped his backpack to the asphalt so he could have both arms free to wrap around your waist and heave you right up off the ground.

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he groaned happily as you squealed at his lift, clinging onto his shoulders.

He set you down on the ground again and right away his lips found yours in a long-awaited kiss. You smiled into it and your hands raised to frame his face to keep him there a little longer, sharing sweet, eager kisses until he was pulling back to catch his breath and he rested his forehead against yours.

“Welcome home,” you greeted finally with a grinning smile, tangling your fingers in the back of his soft hair that was slightly tangled from the lengthy plane ride.

George smiled right back and turned his face to steal one more kiss from your lips before replying, “You’re the most wonderful thing to come home to.”

“I missed you so much,” you exhaled contentedly, arms draping around his shoulders.

“I missed you too, my love,” George crooned as he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed a kiss to your jaw, and then another to your neck, and another just under your ear, “It never feels right when we’re apart.”

The shivers that rose over your skin from his kisses had your head tilting back towards the sun with a dreamy smile, hands splaying over his back and shoulders as you held him close, fingers grasping onto the material of his shirt. You spoke in a soft whisper meant only for him to hear, “We’re gonna need at least a week to make up for lost time, hm?”

He chuckled warmly against your neck and his nose grazed over the column of your throat, “Oh, I intend to make use of every minute.”

Your fingers tangled in the back of his hair and scratched gently along his scalp, just enough to make him shiver as you offered a hum in agreement.

George nipped at your earlobe before he added in a breath against the shell of your ear, “God, I hope you’re not working this week.”

“Not tomorrow at least,” you mumbled, sliding your hands out of his hair and, instead, over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling every lovely inch of him after so long.

“Mm, that’s good,” George hummed against your neck while his fingers teased the bottom hem of your sundress, “Because you’re coming home with me and I’m not letting you leave my bed for at least a day.”

“Our bed,” you corrected sweetly.

When he pulled back from your neck to meet your gaze, he had this dopey grin on his face and his hands squeezed your hips, echoing pleasantly in affirmation, “Our bed.”

It was only a slightly risky place in the airport parking garage to be showing so much public affection like that, especially with the knowledge that George was very much a public figure. But, thankfully, you had chosen a spot near the edge of the parking, away from the hustle and bustle, and perhaps it would allow you solace for just a moment longer. Just a few more moments for appreciating your reunion and telling your fiancé just how much you missed him, and he could return the favour with how he backed you up against the side of his car just a little harder.

“Y’know,” you hummed, staring at his lips with your arms slung around his shoulders as you spoke casually, “our bed was very lonely this last month…nothing but the company of my measly little vibrator…”

George’s whole body practically shivered at your words and something flashed across his eyes like he had to restrain himself from throwing you in the backseat right then and there. His once tired and sweethearted expression upon finding you in the airport parking had turned into a battle of need and passion storming within him. You felt it just as strongly.

Ever a man of restraint and composure, George merely gave your hips a squeeze with a muttered, “tease”, before his forehead rested against yours with a breathy, “You were that lonely, huh?”

“Mhm,” your hands trailed down his shoulders and biceps until your hands pulled his away from your waist so you could blindly intertwine your fingers together between your closely pressed bodies as you stared into each other’s eyes, “I was missing you in every way humanly possible.”

George’s hands fit in yours like they were meant to be there and his thumbs rubbed the back of his hands gently; the gesture sweet and tender despite the slight tension between the two of you. His eyes were all over your face in your close proximity, flicking between your gaze and your lips and your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah?” he replied softly, his voice a little breathier than usual, “I missed you like mad. Did you like my pictures?”

The reminder of his lewd pictures he had sent you from various hotel rooms, private jet bathrooms, his drivers room, from the prior month flicked through your mind like a photo album, your connection strengthened over the distance by steamy late-night texts filled with needy desires. You were more on the receiving end than sending but, God, not that you would complain. The images of his large hand gripping his thick cock in his fist in the warm light of some luxury 5-star hotel suite, leaking from thoughts of you and only you, were ingrained in your head.

“Yeah,” you gushed angelically, hips pushing off the side of his car to nudge against his just to feel the shape of him through his trousers, “but I much prefer the real thing.”

George let out a low groan at your action and his hands tightened in yours for a moment, his words slow and a little slurred, “Maybe we should go home then?”

“Yes, please.”

George, ever the gentleman, led you around to the passenger side of his Mercedes and he opened the door for you and helped you in. You waited (im)patiently as he put his bags in the back and then got behind the wheel with a content sigh, like he had missed his road car while away racing his professional cars. He started the car and the engine rumbled to life and he buckled his seatbelt, as did you.

With a glance in your direction and a hand falling innocently onto your thigh, he asked, “Ready, love?”

The glint in his eye and the tone of his voice had you cunt throbbing under your dress, but you replied with a sweet smile and a, “Mhm.”

George pulled out of the parking spot and navigated his way through the maze of the airport until he reached the stretch of road that would take you back home to Monaco. Once out of the chaos of the public’s worldly comings and goings, he could ease back in his seat a little more, giving your thigh a squeeze with his fingers just reaching the hem of your dress. You couldn’t stop staring at him, as if in disbelief that he was finally back within arms reach of you, watching his profile as he drove you towards home.

He kept stealing glances at you here and there, a soft smile on his face and his eyes raking over your body when he could. After a moment, he said finally, “You look so fucking good in that dress.”

“Thank you, my love,” you replied sweetly, “I remembered it was your favourite.”

George’s hand tightened on your thigh and a sly smile pricked at his lips as he kept his eyes on the road and then, with a caress of your supple flesh with his thumb, he said in a voice low and teasing, playful, “My favourite is no dress at all.”

“Naughty,” you chuckled, reaching over to give his bicep a faint little swat in mock scolding before adding, “That would not have been well received by everyone else at the airport, I’m sure.”

“You’re right…as always. But you can’t blame me for thinking such thoughts when you’re sitting here so pretty.” He let out a soft, warm chuckle and his hand slid a little higher up your thigh and disappeared under the ruffled hem of your sundress, “I wonder if you’ve got anything on underneath this…”

“Ah, ah,” you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away with a playful, “You have to wait until we get home to find out.”

With a playful pout and a mischievous glint in his eye, he stole another glance your way, then gently caught your fingers and drew your hand across the front seat to press a kiss to the diamond ring on your left hand. He then protested meekly against your fingers, “But I’ve waited long enough, don’t you reckon? You’re going to torture me even longer, are you?”

“It’s not easy for me to resist either but we’d much prefer the comfort of home, I think,” you stated simply as your fingers laced with his once he lowered your joined hands to your lap.

George laughed softly and nodded in agreement, relenting, “Patience is a virtue, as they say. And it’ll make it worth the wait…I can promise you that.”

You eased back into the expensive leather seat and fell into the comfort of his thumb caressing the back of your back as he drove. The familiar sound of the engine, the tires on the narrow streets, the scent of him, and that unmistakable ache working its way from between your legs and up into the pit of your stomach. Unbearable.

The rest of the twenty minute drive was spent with small talk and comfortable silences, the two of you finding your ease of familiarity in each other’s presence. George, as promised, tried to keep his hands to himself, though the occasional glance down to your bare legs tested his restraint and left you with that ever present buzz of anticipation all across your skin.

Soon, you were parked in the underground parking garage of your apartment and you helped George unpack his bags from the car. With him taking control of his suitcase, you slung his backpack over one shoulder and, the both of you having one hand free each, your fingers almost magnetically intertwined. The elevator ride was filled with an almost suffocating amount of tension as his hand in yours kept drifting to play with the hem of your dress with a stray fingertip but even just his eyes lingering on your profile was blatantly obvious of what was to come.

As you reached the door to your apartment, you let go of his hand just long enough so you could fish the key from your purse. George fell to a stop close behind you and his hand moved to brush over your hip gently as he leaned in for his nose to ghost across the column of your neck before his lips pressed a soft kiss to your skin there. You giggled faintly at the slight tickle of his gentle kiss and the feeling of his warm breath fanning across your neck as you turned the key in the lock.

George grinned at the sound of your giggle and as you opened the front door, he pulled his hand back to give your bum a playful swat, “Inside. Now.”

You had barely stepped over the threshold of your apartment and he was letting go of the handle of his suitcase in exchange for a gentle yet firm grasp of your face to drag your lips to his in a passionate kiss. The door shut behind the two of you and right away he was backing you up against it. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you kissed him back, his backpack sliding down your arm until you carefully and blindly dropped it onto the tile floor of the foyer to give yourself the ability to turn all your attention on him after so long.

When your arms slid around his waist and pulled him closer by the fabric of his shirt, George groaned into your kiss and his large hands cupped your face as his lips moved against yours with practiced urgency. It was almost instinctual how his knee nudged between your legs, parting them just enough to cause your hips to naturally jump against his thigh at the teasing pressure up your skirt. Needy and burning after going a month without, you kissed him back fiercely.

George couldn’t help himself as his hands moved from your face down to your chest and he groped your breasts through the fabric of your dress while his head tilted to the side to deepen your kisses. You moaned into his mouth and dug your fingers into his sides as you let him lead, opening up for him greedily and welcoming his tongue against yours in possessive strokes. But then his hands kept moving and soon they settled at your hips and tugged you closer across his thigh, forcing you to rut against the firm muscle a little more.

You gasped from the friction and he swallowed up with greedy lips, licking his way into your mouth between sloppy kisses, drunk on the thrill of your reunion. When he pulled away from your mouth only seconds later to, instead, trail heated kisses down your neck, you let your head fall back against the front door, hands snug on the material of his shirt, and you breathed out to the ceiling a dreamy, “George…”

“Mm, God, I’ve missed this,” he mumbled against your skin, his teeth scraping against the column of your throat. His hands slid around to your back and grabbed two snug fistfuls of your ass, grinding you against him again to pull another pretty gasp from your chest as he marked up your neck in wet kisses and hickeys. He sucked gently on your pulse point and your hips rolled against his thigh once more with a shaky exhale from your swollen lips.

“Please…” you whined pathetically, pushing at the bottom of his shirt until you could get your hands all over his abs.

George grabbed your hands roughly and yanked them away before pinning your wrists against the door on either side of your head, trapping you against it with his body. He spoke right to your face, his eyes locked on yours, breath falling against your cheek, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You bit your swollen lip, staring back at him with unprecedented amounts of lust in your gaze and you nudged your hips against his again, already able to feel just how hard he was through his trousers. In doing so, you replied with a soft, “Maybe a little idea.”

“Cheeky,” George tutted with a sly smile before taking a step away from you and letting your wrists go. With a cock of his head in the direction of your bedroom, he toed off his shoes at the same time as he said, “C’mon. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves; you still haven’t let me know if you’re wearing anything under that pretty dress of yours.”

You pushed away from the door and then kicked off your sandals to follow him down the hallway towards your bedroom with matching grins of anticipation. He swatted your bum on your way past before he was following after you and tugging off his shirt. Once inside your bedroom, with his shirt dropped aimlessly to the floor, he stepped right up close behind you and his fingers found the zipper at the back of your dress as he leaned in to kiss over your neck some more.

You smiled sweetly, eyes fluttering closed at his tender touches, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he slowly pulled down your zipper, his ghostly touches sending shivers down your spine. His fingers guided your dress off your shoulders and you let it pool around your feet, leaving you braless and in only a dainty pair of white lace panties. The cool air conditioning of your room rose goosebumps over your skin and the added touch of your fiancé’s fingertips tracing the shape of your body helped your nipples to grow hard. You dropped your head back against his shoulder with a pleasant hum and his lips attached to your neck.

“Mm,” George groaned softly as his full hands cupped your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples, and his body moulded against the shape of yours, “You’re so gorgeous.”

You raised a hand up to reach over your shoulder to grasp the back of his neck, turning your face towards his just as his lips locked with yours and he rolled your nipples between thumb and forefinger. It was dizzying to have him back like that; almost feeling entirely surreal as if you had gone so long without him that your mind had to get used to having him again. God, it had not even been a month…you were embarrassingly dependent on him. In love.

One of George’s hands moved from your chest, down the plane of your abdomen, slowly, slowly, before settling along the waistband of your panties. His lips broke away from yours for just a moment, moving to kiss across the apple of your cheek while his fingertips traced the lace across your hips and pelvis.

“I like these,” he complimented simply.

“Yeah?” your fingers ghosted over his forearm, lust filled eyes staring into his face with your head still against his shoulder, “Bought them new just for you…matches this dress you like so much.”

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, fingers continuing to tease over the lace, his breath falling against your cheek, “So, so good to me.”

You let out a little hum at his praise and the feeling of his hand drifting lower, teasing, not quite touching where you needed him, but just close enough to elicit a reaction out of you. He groaned when you habitually pushed back against him, already feeling the hard bulge hidden behind the fabric of his slacks pressing against your ass. Your fingers tightened on the back of his neck and his lips pressed to your jaw again.

“My good, sweet girl.” he cooed against your skin.

Pushing back on him again, you reminded him sweetly, “And I’ve been so good for you while you were gone.”

“Mhm…but you have no idea the things I want to do to you now that I’m home.”

“Anything you want,” you purred.

The afternoon sun poured into your bedroom, casting golden warmth across the space as the open curtains framed a sweeping view of the harbour. Fortunately, your apartment sat high enough above Monte Carlo that there were no prying sightlines to worry about—nothing to steal your attention from each other. Which was how George managed to have you on your knees in a heartbeat, giving you a front-row seat to the slow, mouth-watering clink of his belt buckle and the soft pop of the button on his slacks.

You sat in front of him on your haunches, patiently, eyes trained in on his groin and the way he had to pull his trousers outward before pushing them down to avoid the obvious tent that was hiding beneath the fabric. There was no shyness between you and so you reached out to rub your hand over the taut material of his boxer briefs, fingers faintly curling around the shape of his erection.

“Already so hard,” you stated with an eager smile, punctuated by the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Beneath your palm, his cock twitched at your words, your touch.

“Yeah…been waiting for you,” George exhaled. His normally bright blue eyes were now dark with desire as he stared down at you, watching you touch him, and his hand carded through your hair to push it away from your face so he could look at you properly.

You leaned in to rub your face against the front of his boxers just so you could feel the size of him and how hard he was against your lips and nose and cheeks. In doing so, you dropped out your tongue to tease the shape of him with absentminded laps between lazy kisses. There was no more time to waste and George didn’t let another second go by before he was tucking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and you eagerly lifted your hands up to help him pull them down.

Without tearing your eyes away from his cock in your face, you crawled after him as he took the three short strides backwards so he could sit at the foot of the bed. It felt dream-like, sitting there, positioning yourself between his thighs, staring at his gorgeously hard cock right at eye level. Sometimes it took a little bit of tender loving care to get him this extremely hard but, after a month apart, it clearly wouldn’t take much—the withdrawal the both of you had gone through in your month apart felt almost agonizing.

The moan that slipped from your lips at the sight of him, swollen and almost already leaking, had him letting out a faint chuckle. Shamelessly impatient, George grabbed your wrist and pulled your left hand towards him, guiding your fingers to wrap around him firmly. The imagery of your diamond engagement ring on your hand that was wrapped around his cock was not lost on you and the sight alone had your stomach swirling.

George’s voice was low and warm, “Mhm, just like that…don’t be shy now, baby…you know what I like.”

He guided your hand along the length of his dick and back down, once, twice, and then he was letting go to let you do it yourself. You kept that steady pace, slow and sure, keeping a nice firm grasp with your eyes trained on your motions and how you worked his foreskin back until you got your first glance at the pretty pink head. When you opened your mouth for your first taste, a drip of spit slipped from your tongue, exposing just how much you were salivating for him from only a glance.

But then George’s fingers captured your cheeks in one hand before you could move any closer and you raised your eyes to his face. He dragged his thumb along your bottom lip as he spoke, “Open up a little wider, pretty girl.”

You groaned at his demand, knowing what was coming, and you opened up for him and stuck out your tongue, head tilting back like a baby bird. But he didn’t do anything at first, just stared at you, eyes focused on your stupidly open mouth and the way another drip of spit slipped from your tongue.

“Oh, you have such a pretty little mouth…just right for me to stuff full, hm?” his thumb pressed against your tongue, rough but gentle at the same time, persistent, “You want it? Want me to use your mouth?”

You could barely nod, staring up at his dilated blue eyes and handsome face and all the control he had over you.

“Gotta use your words like a good girl.” he crooned.

“Yes,” you forced out, the simple word slurred and muffled by his thumb still firmly in your mouth.

Your left hand was still firmly around his cock while you stayed perfectly still and obedient, awaiting your reward. Then, finally, George took his thumb from your tongue and squeezed your cheeks so he could spit loudly into your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered at the filthy actions, letting out a small moan as his fingers smoothly tangled in the back of your hair and dragged your head down towards his lap.

He held you just out of reach of it, using his other hand to shove your hand away so he could wrap his fist around his cock and smack it wetly against your tongue. You were already drooling for it, dripping down your chin, eyes peering up at him under furrowed brows, staying right where he wanted you and otherwise perfectly obedient.

George spoke down to you with a voice riddled with unbridled lust, sliding the head of his cock back and forth against your tongue, “Look at you, you’re drooling all over yourself just for me…it’s like you’re desperate for me, baby…so needy.”

“Please,” you breathed.

“You want this in your mouth?” he taunted, slapping it a few more times on your tongue, “Wanna show me how good you can be?”

It felt as though your skin was burning from his words and your eyes nearly rolled as he finally permitted you to take him in your mouth. You raised your left hand back up to grasp his cock as you took just what was comfortable at first, reaching about halfway down the length, and finding a lazy pace. The familiar weight and taste of him in your mouth was arousing in and of itself and you offered a pleasured moan around him.

“Fuck…” George groaned tightly, “Look in my eyes, darling.”

With his cock in your mouth, you raised your eyes up to look at his face as you lazily started to suck him off, trailing your tongue along the underside and around the head when you pulled back. You knew just what he liked, what he reacted to best.

“Oh yeah, just like that. So beautiful, doll.” he purred, brushing your hair back from your face with both hands so he could hold it in a fist out of your way. He closely watched the way your lips were wrapped around him with every little bob of your head, his chest starting to rise and fall with how warm and wet your mouth felt after so long going without.

Tearing your eyes away from his for the sake of giving him what he deserved and what you had been dying to give him, you shuffled closer on your knees and leaned closer to his lap. You had to give your head a little shake to help ease him deeper as if having to re-teach your throat how to take him after so long apart. The muffled gag you let out had his mouth falling open with a low moan, his hands tightening in your hair.

“That’s it…come on,” he exhaled tightly, pulling you down just a little more, “You can go deeper than that, come on.”

Your hand flew to his thigh to hold yourself up as you let him guide you deeper until tears were brimming in your eyes and you could hardly breathe. George inhaled sharply through his teeth just before you choked loudly around him and pulled back with a wet cough.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised.

There was no need to get his hands on you again before you were leaning back in for more on your own. Wrapping your hand around him again, you pulled firm twisting strokes in time with the bobs of your mouth, filling your shared bedroom with the lewd sound of your mouth taking him again and again and again. It was just deep enough to force the crudest sounds from your throat that had his handsome face screwing up in pleasure.

George’s voice was almost raspy, clinging onto his last shreds of control with his hand tangled in your hair, “Christ, you look so fucking gorgeous choking on my big cock.”

The hazy sense of reality from it all was washing over you, forcing you to swear that nothing was more important than pleasuring him—not even air. You forced yourself deeper until your nose touched the coarse hair at the base of his cock, gagging loudly around him as tears slipped from your eyes and trailed down your flushed cheeks. But right then George pulled you back by your hair and you gasped for air, spit falling down your chin as you blinked your teary eyes up at him. He slapped the tip against your lips and cheek, smearing your spit around your mouth and chin some more as you coughed yourself back to your senses.

His hand stroked across your spitty bottom lip as he spoke down to you warmly, “I think it’s time to stop playing and get to what you really want…don’t you think so, doll?”

You choked out a rough but needy, “Yes, please, sir.”

When he stood up, he grabbed your arm to heave you off the ground and you let him move you like a ragdoll onto the bed, commanding as he did so in a low, authoritative voice, “On your back, baby. Let me look at you.”

You scooted backwards on the bed a little more so you could drape yourself out, flat, across the neatly made sheets, all without tearing your eyes away from his handsome face and glorious, naked body. With a sweet smile, you draped your arms above you on either side of your head and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you laid there in only your white lace panties.

George ran a hand up your leg and you bent them up so your feet were flat on the mattress, allowing him to place a knee on the foot of the bed and lean down to kiss your shin. His lips were warm and soft and heavenly, the smallest graze of a kiss making your skin tingle and your pussy to throb behind the fabric of your panties. You could feel how absolutely soaked you were already and he had barely even touched you.

The kisses gifted to you by your lovely fiancé traveled up your leg, past your knee, and towards your thigh, his words a breath against your supple skin, “So…so pretty.”

You bit the tip of your index finger despite your smile as you watched him carefully, eyes following the gentle touches of his fingers as he traced the arches and planes of your legs and teased the lace of your panties. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh while his fingers dragged between your legs, over the thin fabric of your underwear, causing your hips to instinctively jump.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he all but groaned before turning his head to kiss your other thigh, his hands sliding up your hips to grip firmly at the flesh there, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and this beautiful body of yours.”

Laid out bare for him in only your panties, his eyes traveled over your body hungrily as he ran his hands over your hips and back down to your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over your skin and teasing against the lace that stood out against it. You watched him in perfect comfort despite the way your heart raced with anticipation, cunt throbbing at just the way he was looking down at you. He took in every inch of your bare skin like you were his own artwork to admire, for his eyes only, a stormy mix of lust and love in his irises.

Then his lips were against your knee again, trailing up your leg towards the edge of your panties, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, “I could eat you up, baby.”

Your legs parted almost automatically at his words, a silent invitation. His head positioned itself just above your hips by then, half-laying, half-kneeling up the foot of the bed to reach you, his slender fingers toying with the white lace along the hem of your panties. When his fingertips slipped under the edge and kissed your skin hidden beneath, you shivered.

“Such a pretty pair of panties…and you bought them just for me, yeah?” he murmured as he pulled his fingers back to trace the pattern of the lace. “Just to show me what a good girl you were…a perfect, sweet thing?”

“Yeah…” you exhaled, squirming just a little beneath his touch.

“Yeah? I’ve barely even gotten to appreciate them and I already want to tear them off you,” he tutted, punctuating his statement with a slow, open mouthed kiss to your skin just above the hem. “Would you like that, darling? Would you like me to rip them off you?”

Your mind felt hazy and his words shot a feeling of warmth right through you, speaking such salacious things that made you feel like you were short-circuiting. All you wanted was him in that moment; a raw, carnal desire that nothing else could fulfil. So you nodded, almost too eagerly, encouraging him with a soft, “Mhm.”

“Yeah?” George linked his finger into the fabric, an almost anticipatory smirk grazing his face as he gave it a taunting little tug, “Bit of a shame though; you look so pretty in them.”

And then, without another word, he gave them a quick yank, tearing the delicate lace with an audible rip and he dropped the pieces aside without another glance. It had torn so easily under his strength and you couldn’t help the soft gasp you let out at the physical reminder of just how strong he was and the slight sting that it left behind across your hips. Curling your legs up towards your chest with a bashful grin up at him, you folded yourself nearly in half, ankles linked, hiding yourself just a little more from him…to make him work for it.

“There you are...just as pretty as I knew you would be…” he crooned as he gently took your knees in his hands and parted them so he could take in the sight of you perfectly bare and already glistening beneath him, “God, love, you have no idea how much I missed—”

His words halted as his eyes were drawn to the unfamiliar smudge standing out against your skin. There, having been hidden behind the fabric of your underwear over your bikini line, was a small inked ‘63’ in his handwriting; dainty and discreet. And an entire surprise for him. George’s breath hitched at the sight of the tattoo on your hip, eyes locked on the small number as if he were processing what he was looking at. Then, he reached out a tentative hand and touched it gently, his fingers tracing lightly over it as he breathed your name in near-disbelief.

“Surprise…” you offered shyly, your cheeks pink despite your grin.

“Holy shit…is this real?” he breathed as his hand continued to brush over it tenderly, eyes fixated on it, “When did you…?”

“Yeah, it’s real. Got it the day after you left…so it could be nice and healed for when you got home,” you replied softly, trying to read the expression on his face as he stared down at it, taking it in. He was quiet, as if he were in a trance, his thumb passing over it again in a faint stroke. Your hands gently grasped his forearms and gave them a little caress, “Is it okay?”

As if your worried question snapped him back to reality, his eyes raised to meet your gaze and he gave you an incredulous look, “Is it okay? It's more than okay, my love, fuck. You permanently marked your body with my number, my most meaningful number. You have any idea what that would do to my ego?”

You giggled in slight relief that he was onboard with such a permanent surprise, “Maybe a little. But I thought it was something a little fun…a secret just for us…branding me yours.”

George only smiled and he leaned down to kiss your lips, once, twice, thrice, and then once more before speaking softly, “I guess now you’re permanently my little good luck charm.”

Your hands raised to frame his face like artwork and you stole a few more kisses before replying adoringly, “Always, baby.”

He sat back from you again, still knelt fully bare between your spread legs, and his hands traveled down the shape of your naked body as he admired every inch of you. His fingertips fell to a stop over the little tattoo on your hip, his lips pricking into a fond smile, “How did I get so lucky to find a woman like you?”

And your years together flicked past your mind like a photo album, thinking back to that one weekend when you worked abroad at a luxury hotel and one of your VIP guests had taken a liking to you. Lingering in the memory of it for a moment, you simply shrugged playfully, “You booked at the right hotel.”

“I guess I did, huh?” George chuckled warmly while his hands continued to trace over your body, around your thighs, up your legs, replying cheekily, “Though I think I only booked at that hotel because it had a nice gym…”

“Uh huh,” you drew out in sarcastic acknowledgement, a love-sick grin spread across your face just as he leaned down for a smiling kiss.

George then left another kiss to the underside of your jaw, musing, “Crazy to think that back then I had no idea that I was going to meet the best thing that ever happened to me."

With a calm smile, your eyes fluttered closed as the warmth of his words washed over you and the feeling of his lips trailing kisses down your neck started to fuel that unyielding heat within you once more. Instinctively, your legs parted a little more as his hand trailed its way between your thighs, teasing along your supple skin but never quite reaching where you were aching. No matter how much you both craved each other after so long, there was something about the build up—the dangling what you could have right in front of your noses without being able to grab it—that made the final release all the more worthwhile.

“I missed you so much,” you breathed, raking your fingers through his hair, “Missed you kissing my body…touching me…”

He hummed against your chest as he kissed over your collarbones, his hand sliding up your thighs gently, “I missed you too, so much. Every night I was alone in my hotel room, I thought of you...wishing you were there with me…”

You kept your eyes closed as you listened to him speak, turning all your attention to how he touched you and spoke to you, like you were a treasure. It was all you could think about and all you had been thinking about: him, alone in those hotel rooms, and all that he got up to in your absence. Texts and images sufficed in a pinch but nothing could measure up to the real thing.

George kissed over your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth one at a time for a teasing little suckle before he spoke against them, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind. All I could think about was all the dirty things I wanted to do with my perfect girl when I got home…”

“Please…I missed you…” you breathed with an edge of a whine to your voice.

“You’ve been a good girl for me while I was gone, haven’t you?” George asked, leaning back from you just enough to look down into your eyes with his hand lingering tauntingly close to your cunt but just not quite there, his firm palm keeping your thighs open.

You nodded, staring up into his pretty eyes that were dilated almost black with lust, “Yes, I was so good.”

“Mhm?” George’s thumb grazed over your inner thigh, “And my needy girl touched herself while I was gone?”

You nodded again, a hand reaching to grasp his bicep as you kept your eyes on his, “Yeah…and said your name when I made myself come every time. But I only used my vibrator…nothing went inside…that’s only for you.”

“God…good girl, that’s what I like to hear, baby.” George praised lowly.

As if as a reward for your honesty, George dragged his fingers along your pussy, moving effortlessly with how soaked you already were since the moment you had picked him up from the airport. You shuddered and he leaned down to kiss down your stomach and over the small 63 inked into your skin on your bikini line while his fingers continued their taunting ministrations over your cunt. Beneath your hand, his hair was soft, and you curled your fingers in the strands as he made his way down your body before placing a ghostly kiss to your clit.

When you took a sharp inhale of breath, he chuckled warmly, his breath falling against your skin, and his finger drawing taunting circles across your glistening lips, “So wet. Just for me, isn’t that right? Always so good for me.”

“Yeah…I need you so bad,” you exhaled.

“Mm, and I just need a little taste of you first,” he replied effortlessly before leaning down to drag his tongue right up your cunt, parting your lips, earning himself a greedy taste of you and the way your wetness clung to his lips and dripped down his chin from only one fleeting touch.

You were soaked and as he tended to you like that, it was growing more and more unbearable. When his tongue met you again, you tossed your head back against the bed with a groan, pushing your hips up towards his face. You could feel the slight vibration from the way he chuckled against your swollen clit before he was pulling back just far enough to be able to watch the way his finger dragged down across your cunt again, licking his lips at the sight before him.

“Look at that tiny, drippy little pussy.”

You groaned needily, “George…”

He shifted over top of you so he could lean down and kiss his name from your lips, his right hand still helping itself to languid caresses of your pussy before, finally, he was slowly sinking his middle finger inside you. You gasped into his mouth and he groaned right back as you both tried to keep kissing as he sunk his one finger in slowly, slowly, until he was knuckle deep. Your legs parted a little wider to accommodate him, wanting to feel as much as possible, and habitually, your pussy pulsed around his single digit.

George groaned out of your kiss, his words falling against your cheek, “Just one finger and you’re this tight…I don’t know how I’m even gonna fit inside you, baby.”

“Been so long,” you played along expertly as you tangled your fingers in the back of his hair and pulled his lips onto yours again, kissing him fiercely as his finger curled inside you.

You could feel his hard cock against your thigh with how he was leaning over you, the tip leaking and you could feel the dampness of it against your skin. With a subconscious roll of his hips against your body, George mumbled lustfully between your shared kisses, “Yeah? You think it’s gonna hurt when I put it inside?”

“Yeah,” you whimpered out a reply.

It was barely out of your mouth before he was adding a second finger, pushing it into your tight muscles as he kissed you through it, only broken when your head tossed back against the pillow with a groan. Your hips nudged up against his touch as he curled his two fingers inside you, his breath panted against your cheek as he felt the way you throbbed around him, squeezing his two fingers tightly.

“You're so tight...my fingers are barely fitting, baby,” he whispered hoarsely against your cheek, thrusting his fingers into you a little more insistently against the snugness that enveloped them, “God, you're gonna feel incredible.”

“Please stretch me open,” you breathed, feeling hazy with pleasure, “Make it fit…”

George’s breath shuddered against your face, his eyelashes fluttering over the apple of your cheek, and he groaned out a low, “Yeah, darling, I got you.”

“Please…please,” you whimpered out, writhing beneath his hands and so far past the point of turned on. You could feel how your body squeezed his two fingers, only two fingers, and you craved more of that feeling of being filled by him more than anything.

George left one more kiss to your jaw before he was sitting back from you so he was kneeling between your spread legs, two fingers still knuckle deep inside you and rocking steadily as he hushed you with a sweet, “I know, my love. Be patient, okay? You don’t have to wait much longer.”

His eyes were focused on his task and the way your gorgeous pussy was wrapped around his fingers and just sucking him in with every quirk of his wrist. You were soaking his fingers and leaking down the side of his hand and he couldn’t help himself but slowly slipped in a third finger at the next push. A broken, pleasured cry slipped from your lips, head tossing back, as he slowly stretched you out a little more after a whole month apart, and your fingers splayed across the bedsheets for something to hold onto. With his other hand, he framed the little tattoo on your hip with the space between his thumb and forefinger, both to hold you still and so he had a perfect view of his number inked into your skin. All for him.

The sounds you made had him groaning; he loved when you got to the point where you were so into it that you didn’t even notice when noises like that slipped out. Noises only he could elicit from you. His three fingers pushed a little faster inside you and made the lewdest, wettest sounds, while his other hand stroked his thumb over the tattoo on your hip. Through your hazy gaze, you could see the way his bicep bulged with how intently he was focusing on fingering you, wanting to bring you only the strongest pleasure in every way only he knew how.

After a moment, his fingers slowed, and he took a second to spread them apart inside you, helping to stretch you open a little more and you pulled in a sharp breath at the ache. George then leaned down and kissed your stomach before easing his fingers out of you entirely and moving back. You whined softly in protest while your eyes followed him as he leaned across the bed and yanked open the bedside table drawer to fish out the bottle of lube and, as he did so, you reached down to swipe your fingers across your pussy and bring them up to your lips for a taste.

George could only smirk down at you as he watched you suck your fingers clean and he fumbled with the cap on the bottle briefly before managing to pop it open. You watched him patiently, nothing but the sounds of your shared anticipatory breaths filling your bedroom. He poured a generous amount on your cunt and you gasped faintly at the cool sensation against the heat of your skin, wide eyes watching how his fingers rubbed it in before he was smearing the excess along the shaft of his cock in languid strokes.

He then nodded towards the top of the bed as he snapped the bottle shut, “Put a pillow under your hips, love.”

You reached above you and grabbed one of the pillows before heaving up your hips on jelly-like legs so you could ungracefully shove it under your bum. With his clean hand, he helped you get settled before he was shuffling up closer on his knees between your spread legs, making sure you were at that perfect height for him to drag the head of his cock between your glistening lips. You gasped, your whole body almost twitching.

His chuckle was low and warm and taunting and he pushed his hips forward just enough to have the length of his dick resting on top of your pelvis as if to replicate just how deep he could reach inside you. You stared down at it intently, reaching a hand out to gently pet the swollen head that was fully past the confines of his foreskin now, red and angry and desperate. George gave you a lazy mock thrust against you, smearing the lube from his dick over the hair of your pelvis and simply taunting you just a little more.

“Look at me,” he called adoringly, luring your eyes to raise to his face, “There you are…such a pretty girl.”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he guided the head of his cock back and forth over your clit, desperate eyes staring up at him above you, feeling as if you were burning from the inside out with need for him.

“Please…” you exhaled uselessly, fingers curling around his wrists as if to pull him where you wanted him.

“Please what? Use your words.” George taunted.

The words tumbled from your lips without thought, the haze of your arousal fading your filter until all you could say was any and all filthy desires that grazed your mind, “Want your big dick inside me…split me open…please.”

“Yeah?” he cooed, his hand sliding down your body to spread your pussy open between two fingers so he could angle the head of his cock against your entrance, “Be a good girl for me, alright?”

You nodded as you stared up at him and kept your eyes on his handsome, focused face, shuddering at the feeling of him starting to press against your painfully tight pussy. He kept your lips spread with his fingers to give himself some more room, his other hand guiding himself inwards until there was some resistance as the snugness of your muscles wrapped around him. The both of you pulled in sharp breaths at the shift, words unnecessary in that moment as he started to envelop himself in the perfect heat of your body.

Yes, it had been a month since you had each other like that—a long, agonizing month—and although you were all too familiar with each other’s bodies, the feeling of having to stretch around the size of him again felt a little painful. You winced a little as you dropped a hand down to grab onto his wrist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip through the scrunch of your nose at the aching pressure it spread across your hips. It wasn’t bad…besides, you liked it when it hurt a little.

“Fuck,” George huffed out, falling forward a little with his hand pressed flat on the mattress beside your head as he slowly sunk deeper into you, “Christ, you’re so tight—”

“Please make it fit,” you whimpered needily, hands curling under his arms to grasp onto his shoulders with your legs splayed wide on either side of his broad body.

His eyes raised to yours with a fire behind them that was unmissable and his voice was low, strained, “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

“Shit,” you squeaked, nails pressing into his shoulders as he gave you another little grind of his hips, “it’s so fucking big—”

“Mhm, I know, baby. It’s so much for your little tight cunt, isn’t it?” he groaned softly down to you, “But you’re taking me like such a good girl.”

George ground a little deeper, giving you slow, shallow thrusts to ease into you, taking his time to feel every inch of you stretching around him and working to accommodate him. You could see on his face how much he was holding back, how much he was working to keep himself together for the sake of leaning into the on-going taunt that he could barely fit inside you after a month apart. Sure, it was a little fictitious for the sake of leaning into that filthy dirty talk but that was what made it all the more thrilling.

“Just let me in a bit further. Just an inch more.” George told you. When you whined and squirmed underneath him, trying to adjust, he reached to grab your cheeks and force your eyes on his again. He spoke with words dripping in honey, “You want all of it, don’t you? Say yes, pet. It’s just an inch.”

“Yes,” you purred, “Yes, please…I want all of it.”

His hips rocked against yours a little deeper, finally giving you every last bit of him. The glorious warm pressure that radiated across your hips and deep inside you had your eyes rolling, fluttering shut, moaning to the ceiling as he just stayed there for a second, the both of you just wrapping yourselves around that feeling. Overwhelming, intense, passionate.

George was staring down at your face and you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every little reaction to feeling him like that, “Feels so good to get stuffed full after so long, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but giggle out.

You clutched onto his back a little tighter as he started to thrust into you in deep, curling motions that had you feeling almost every last inch of him sliding out and back in. George sank down onto his forearms on either side of your head, nose to nose, staring into your eyes as your chests rose and fell in time, breathing as one. He was slow with it but so intensely passionate, grinding deep into you so his cock kissed your cervix every time, forcing you to pull in tight breaths at the feeling.

“Christ…” George groaned, resting his forehead against yours, “I’m never leaving you for that long again…I can’t…”

You clutched onto him and tilted your head up to capture his lips with yours in an off-centered kiss, sharing silent agreement at his lust-fueled dramatics. You moaned into his mouth as he started to thrust into you a little faster, as if his raw need was taking over, your hands pulling across his skin and the flexing muscles of his back and sides. When the kiss had to break to prioritize breathing, he didn’t move away, staying on top of you to feel you as close as possible as he fucked into you hungrily.

The lewd plap, plap, plap of wet skin slapping filled the room, made all the more wet from the plethora of lube he had added to your already sopping pussy. It was as if he wanted it as messy as possible, wanting every single one of your senses to be taken up by your reunion. And as he got a little rougher with it, the bed started creaking beneath his strength, but he countered the aggression with a large hand under your neck as if cradling your head, thumb caressing behind your ear, right at your hairline.

Your hands moved from his back to his arms, wrapping your fingers around his large biceps as he held himself up over top of you, letting him fuck the whimpers from your lips and the tears to your eyes. You couldn’t stop staring at him like that, as if all the times you had imagined him over the prior month hadn’t been able to truly do him justice. And this way, it was so much easier to get yourself there, giving everything up to him, feeling the familiar sizzling coil of pleasure in the pit of your stomach start to burn hotter.

It was as if the first anticipatory clench of your cunt around him had him immediately aware that you were getting close and without another word, he pulled right out of you and sat back. You shrieked in surprise and frustration, left uncomfortably empty, and before you could open your mouth to plead with him, he was sitting himself on the end of the bed again.

“Come here,” he ordered, impatiently, wrapping his fingers around your ankle for a tug, “Ride me.”

On trembling limbs, you heaved yourself up from your lying position and crawled over to him at the foot of the bed and he helped to guide your leg across his lap so your back was to his chest. Once you were straddling him, it was then that you noticed the full length mirror affixed to one of your closet doors, displaying your reflection back at you. Suddenly, the method behind his madness made all the more sense to you.

“I want you to see how good we look together,” George cooed from behind you, “How good we fit together.”

George swiped your hair over one shoulder so he could peer over the other to watch your reflection too before he trailed his hands down your body and helped you get comfortable on your knees on either side of his lap. The feeling of his cock pressing against your inner thigh was invigorating and you shuddered as he reached down to glide it between your cheeks before guiding you to sink down on it. You watched the way your mouth fell open in the mirror at the stretch until your ass was right down on him, his entire dick disappearing inside you.

“That’s it,” George groaned lowly, his hands finding your waist, “Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

There was no need for him to set the pace because right then, you were already taking over by starting to bounce yourself on his lap. His moan from behind you was handsome and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as that steady slap of wet skin on skin filled your bedroom again and your gaze was trained in on the mirror. George, too, was watching intently, hands useless on your waist, but his eyes all over you.

“Look at your gorgeous body, fuck.” he huffed, “And that sweet little tattoo.”

With your legs spread on either side of him, that little 63 on your bikini line was entirely visible in the mirror, moving along with your bounces on his lap. His hands caressed your hips and his slender fingers traced over the ink as you moved before they were sliding higher to grab your breasts so he could cup them firmly and pinch your nipples as you rode him. Your head dropped back against his shoulder with a pathetic groan.

“Uh uh,” he scolded lightly, grabbing your cheeks in one hand to heave your head up, “Watch.”

You blinked heavily as you tried to keep your attention on the mirror but the lust that poured itself through your veins was intense and overwhelming and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. It felt like a dream. You slowed to a stop and, instead, started to grind yourself on his lap just to feel how he pressed inside of you in all the right spots.

George’s hands let go of your chest and he rubbed your inner thighs with how gloriously you were spread for him before three fingers magnetized to your clit and he gave the swollen spot a little caress. Your hips jumped against his touch, inhaling sharply, and he smirked against your shoulder and slapped his fingers down against your pussy just to hear you gasp again.

He gave it another smack before speaking, “This perfect little pussy of yours just stretched so tight around my big cock. You see that?”

With both hands, he spread your legs wider and you watched through the mirror to earn a front row view of how he was tucked entirely inside you, your swollen lips gripping around him as you leaked down to his balls. His fingertips gently caressed your cunt, right where you were connected.

George hummed against your ear, tutting a mocking, “Poor thing.”

“Feels so good inside me,” you whined, grinding down on him a little more until he was kissing your cervix and tears were blurring in your eyes.

“Yeah, you feel me so deep, don’t you?” he taunted, circling his fingertips over your clit lazily.

“Yeah…” you withered.

“Yeah? How deep?” George’s breath against the shell of your ear as his right hand slid up your body until it was splayed across your abdomen, just beneath your navel. He pressed down just a little as he asked, “Here?”

The added pressure of his hand pressing down right above where he was tucked inside you had your whole body flinching and a soft shriek slipped past your lips.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” George chuckled warmly.

In a flurry of need, you started to move in ungraceful bounces on him again, panting heavily as the heat of pleasure and exertion overtook you. You could hardly focus on the mirror in front of you with how intense it was feeling but the reflection of his body beneath yours was captivating, forcing you to try and keep your eyes from closing. It was made all the more difficult with how the heel of George’s palm was pressing against your abdomen to add just a slightest bit of squeeze around his cock still tucked inside you as you rode him hungrily.

Just then, his hands gripped at your doughy hips and started to move you a little himself, guiding you along into firm bounces that had your ass clapping loudly against his lap. With a moan, he spoke, “Fuck, you feel so good…makin’ me wanna put a baby in this beautiful body of yours.”

Shivers tore through you at his words and you moaned loudly, head dropping back against his and your hand reaching up behind you to grab a fistful of his hair as you stumbled out a pathetic, “Please! I wanna feel you fill me up…wanna be all sloppy for you—”

“Oh, I know, doll,” George said against your ear to make sure you heard every word despite the noise of your rendezvous, “Not even gonna wait until you’re my wife. Gonna get you pregnant now…fill you right up…so you have a pretty little belly when walking down the aisle. So everyone can see who you belong to…who’s the only one cumming inside you.”

It was as if his words flipped a switch in you, sending you far past the point of turned on until you were insatiable for it, for him, willing to do anything for him. Without a thought from your brain, you sobbed out a pleading, “Please, daddy. I want it so bad, want you to fill me up.”

That title didn’t slip out often—and if you were in your proper state of mind you would entirely decline ever voluntarily using it—but when you were so far past the point of desperation, sometimes your filter gave way completely. And when it did, George—who would also decline enjoying being on the receiving end of such a title in his proper state of mind—would seize on it with a dark, hungry smile, as if the sound of it alone shattered whatever restraint he had left.

His hands gripped your body, tugging you right down on him and holding you there, murmuring right up against your ear with his eyes still fixed on yours through the mirror, “Yeah? You really want that, huh? Want daddy to put a baby in you?”

Trying to squirm against his firm hold, you whimpered pathetically, legs starting to tremble from exertion, “Please—”

“God, I love that…you saying please, huh? Being such a good girl for daddy,” he groaned, hands squeezing your hips so hard you thought you were going to have his fingerprints marked on you. He reached down and gave your pussy another smack, “Begging so prettily for me.”

You squealed at the hit, legs trying to close, but he shoved them apart again before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. He stood up and grabbed your ankle to yank you towards the foot of the bed again, manhandling you like suddenly he had newfound purpose, a goal based on primal hunger in need of being fulfilled. He moved you how he wanted you until you were flat on your back at the edge of the mattress with the pillow stuffed under your hips again, your legs pushed back towards your chest, and he leaned down to leave a few sloppy kisses to your messy cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut with a strained groan from your pouted lips and you tried to reach for him but he was already moving away and around the side of the bed.

“Stay right there,” he ordered as he opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out your vibrator, the classic magic wand that both of you had grown to know all too well.

He was back in front of you at the foot of the bed in a blink and he tossed the wand to the side for later to, instead, focus on the priority of the moment: getting back inside you. George grabbed your thighs and tugged you a little closer just to make sure you were right where he needed you, your ass positioned just slightly off the end of the bed, and he leaned down to let a thick dribble of spit fall from his lips onto your messy pussy. Then, he was smearing it in with the head of his cock before plunging it strongly inside you all the way.

You shrieked in surprise, hands flying out to grab onto the sheets as he filled you right up again and then immediately starting to find a steady pace. It had you falling perfectly silent, heavy-lidded eyes staring up at him with your mouth agape as he fucked you on the side of the bed. It had already been so much for you that your legs were naturally trying to squeeze shut but, instead, George grabbed your ankles and forced your legs open in a wide v-shape, leaving you perfect spread for him to thrust roughly into your broken-in pussy.

You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, not to mention that he was hitting so incredibly deep that it almost had you seeing stars, lacing your moans with strained whimpers as you stared up at him. George didn’t look away from your eyes for a second as he kept his consistent pace, even as the headboard started to hit the wall with how hard he was giving it. Your face scrunched up in a pleasured wince.

“Mm, look at you,” he cooed breathily, letting go of one of your ankles to drag his fingers over your swollen bottom lip and you opened up to take them in your mouth as he taunted, “Say ‘it hurts, daddy’.”

“It hurts, daddy” you echoed through his fingers, drooling around them, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“But my pretty little slut likes it when it hurts a little, doesn’t she?”

You nodded meekly.

“Yeah…good girl,” he praised lowly, keeping his firm pace as he let go of your other ankle and reached across the bed for the wand without stopping. The steady buzz of the vibrator filled the room and the sound made your body shiver in anticipation, peering up at him with his fingers in your mouth and his dick still shoving strongly inside you, wondering if this was heaven.

George kept the wand gripped in his fist and lowered it to let the rounded vibrating head just barely touch your clit. It was so intense that your entire body flinched and you squealed around his fingers, hands flying forward to grab onto his arms.

“Oh fuck—” George gasped lowly, strained, still fucking into you and he watched it so intently. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your throat instead, pinning you to the bed and letting the head of the toy brush up and down over the hood of your clit as he spoke down to you with a voice thick with lust, “You thought I’ve forgotten how to play with you after a month?”

You could hardly formulate an answer with the pleasure that tore through you, unable to even respond to his rhetorical question, head arching back on the bed as you struggled to keep your legs spread for him and his pleasurable attack. Instead, your left hand grabbed onto his wrist that held you pinned down, the diamond of your engagement ring glinting in the afternoon sun that poured in through the open curtains. George thought there was no better sight than you sweaty and flushed with pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes, and nothing but him on your mind.

He groaned lowly, speaking over the sound of the bed hitting the wall in a steady rhythm, “You’re tightening up so perfectly around me, love. Does that feel good?”

You nodded, having lost the ability to properly reply to him, but forcing yourself to stumble out a ragged, “Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he taunted.

He kept the wand right against your clit, the relentless vibration paired with how deliciously he was fucking you making you dizzy. You could feel it building again, that intense coiling deep within you that felt like every nerve in your body was sizzling in anticipation, with need. The month apart was near torture, having to get yourself off alone. It was nothing compared to him.

All you could do was clutch at his wrist and stare up into his eyes and chant out a pathetic, whimpering, never ending, “Like that, like that, like that—”

“Come on, that’s it,” George encouraged through a clenched jaw as he kept his pace going.

And then it hit you all at once, rendering you absolutely silent for a beat, eyes rolling and head aching back with a gaping mouth as your entire body tensed right up. George groaned deeply at the grip your pussy clutched him with into your orgasm but he didn’t let up, keeping his hard thrusts into your body with the wand still held firmly against your throbbing clit.

After the first wave, you heaved in a shrieking breath into the second one with a sobbing, “Fuck, daddy! Shit!”

The pleasure tore through you in intense waves that made your whole body start to tremour with how strong it was, nearly vibrating against the bed and under his hand. It was an immense relief unlike anything else and you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle through it, especially with how he wasn’t stopping. But then George was leaning down and swallowing up your pleasured laughter with a sloppy kiss, the wand still trapped between your bodies in place in his tight fist, hips rutting hard against yours.

The moment your orgasm tapered out and the overwhelm set in quickly, you were breaking away from his lips with a groan and a tilt of your head, slapping your hand against his bicep to get him to let up. George leaned back with a proud chuckle, removing the wand from your swollen, aching clit and he switched it off to set aside again, and he slowed his thrusts to give you a second to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he checked in warmly as he let go of your throat.

“Yeah,” you giggled, draping your arms above your head, “Holy shit, I missed that so much.”

“Me making you cum?”

“Uh huh.”

George leaned back down for another tongue-led kiss in silent agreement and when he pulled back, his hand navigated down to the tattoo on your hip, tracing it with gentle fingers that contrasted the passionate roughness you had just shared. For a moment, you swore you could feel his cock throb inside you. And then, as if driven by the need that stemmed from seeing you branded with his number in his handwriting, he slowly curled his hips towards yours in a gentle thrust.

You hummed softly, keeping your legs spread for him, arms draped above your head, watching as he started to fuck you again at the foot of the bed. His large hands slid down your thighs and gently pushed them a little farther open so he could see all of you, how you wrapped around him so snugly, how you sucked him in with every purposeful thrust. The sound of his gentle groan warmed through your veins and you watched how he stared at you so lovingly, his thumbs caressing the apex of your thighs and pelvis as he held you open, giving you every inch in slow, delicious succession.

After a few moments, losing his own self-control, he started to speed up. Your fingers grasped at the sheets you were laying on as he finally matched his pace from earlier, shoving into you all the way in a consistent, firm motion, forcing the headboard to hit the wall again and again and again. Your head arched back with a whine to the ceiling, still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm and even though he wasn’t touching your clit, it still all felt very intense.

“Ohh my God, George—” you withered, eyes rolling shut, knuckles turning white as you fisted the sheets.

He was looking at you like you were going to be the last thing he ever saw, like he could spend eternity with his eyes fixed on every tiny movement you made, “Oh, look at that…there it is, there’s my sweet, whimpering, needy girl…God you’re so beautiful.”

You could hardly stay still from how perfectly he was taking you, forcing him to really grip your thighs in place to keep you from moving too much. It was a feeling beyond yourself, taking you over completely, feeling so much more intense than anything had for as long as you could remember. You heaved your head up to stare down your body and watch how he fucked into you mercilessly, hungry, creating the most erotic of symphonies between the lewd squelch of your body and the wet slaps of your skin and the creak of the bed and the headboard hitting the wall. In any other state of mind, you might have been worried about your neighbours.

Instead, now, you were too busy trying to keep yourself together as George brought the wand back in and rested the vibrating head against your swollen clit, forcing a shriek from your throat and pleasured tears streaked down your cheeks. Your eyes screwed shut and you dropped back down flat on the bed, flailing stupidly across the sheets with a crying, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re just asking to be filled up,” George purred, his voice thick and ragged and oh so beautiful, “You need a creampie so bad, don’t you? Need me to fucking fill you up…fucking breed you?”

Sure, it was all performative given that you still had an IUD, but both of you got off on the concept of a pregnancy risk…on the concept of making a family together. Regardless, you couldn’t answer him, too beside yourself with the intensity of it all and yet all you wanted was more. You just wanted him in every way imaginable.

“Yeah, come on…you got another one in there for me…don’t you, darling?” he taunted through his teeth, desperate to make your orgasm again as his bicep bulged with how tightly he was gripping the wand and holding it against your clit, “Be a good fucking girl for daddy and come all over my cock and…I’ll give you what you want.”

It came on fast, that one, tearing a cry from your chest that nearly echoed through your bedroom as he fucked you through it. George groaned hard with how tightly you gripped around him and he stared down between your legs to watch your pussy flutter around his cock as your second orgasm hit. He held the vibrator in place, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you from squirming too much with how your body trembled and writhed through your sobbing pleasure. His eyes widened as he watched you cream around him, slicking him up with every thrust, and a small trickle of liquid spilled out of you and onto the pillow and the edge of the bed sheets beneath you.

“Jesus fucking Christ—” George barely got out before he was succumbing to you right after, desperately trying to keep fucking into you as he finally came. Hard.

Yeah, it was no comparison to his hand over the prior month, nothing measured up to how you felt around him, and as he plunged himself as deep as he could go in your cunt, every inch of him was blessed by the fluttering vice-like grip of your warm, wet muscles. Fuck. He just kept coming, grinding into a little here or there to ride it out, loving how he swore he could feel the vibration of the wand radiating through your cunt and helping him along more. And, God, you could never get over the feeling of him spurting inside you, warm and thick and so deep.

But it was far too much as you came down from your second orgasm and the feeling of the vibrator still attacking your aching clit felt painful, and you winced and grabbed his wrist to try and push him away with a strained, “Fuck, George, too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuch—”

He pulled away with a breathless gasp as if you had snapped him back to reality and he moved the wand away and switched it off. Still tucked inside you, he scrubbed his hands over his face for a second to catch his bearings before settling them back down on your thighs, caressing your quivering limbs tenderly.

“Blimey…I think you almost squirted,” he rasped.

You chuckled tiredly and took that second to try and catch your breath, sprawled out from the foot of the bed, “What?”

“Yeah…like…” George struggled to formulate words, his mind still hazy from pleasure, “it wasn’t insane or anything but you made more mess than normal.”

You lifted your head up from the bed and propped yourself up on your elbows to look down between your legs to try and see and he guided your hand down to feel the dampness of the pillow beneath your hips. Your eyes raised to his in surprise and you laid back down, “Wow…well it did feel more intense.”

George followed after you to chase your lips, stealing a few breathless kisses from you, muttering between them, “New goal for us then…make it happen.”

You shared soft laughter as he stood up straight again and then he was carefully pulling out of you, leaving behind your gaping pussy and the thick drip of cum that slipped out after him. His fingers followed and swiped it back up to push inside you again, staring at it with a bite to his bottom lip.

“Can’t wait until we take that fucking IUD out,” he murmered as if he weren’t outwardly saying it to you.

“Mm, me too,” your fingers traced up his forearm, “but not until after the wedding.”

He leaned down to kiss the inside of your knee, your thigh, and then left one more just above your pelvis, “I know…only a few more months.”

You ran your fingers through his hair with a content smile on your face, “Can’t wait to marry you…steal your last name…and have a bunch of babies with your pretty eyes running around.”

George looked up at you with those very same pretty eyes and you stroked your thumb over his cheek, feeling the way his face melted into a smile at your words. He turned to kiss the inside of your wrist, breathing out the sweetest, “I love you” you had ever heard fall from his lips.

“I love you too,” you echoed earnestly.

He helped you clean up after your passionate welcome home and as afternoon melted into evening, the two of you found yourselves cuddling up in your shared bed together, naked, watching the sun fall shallower over the horizon. You shared whispers and kisses and caresses and you both faded in and out of a well deserved nap wrapped in the arms of your lover, skin against skin, heart to heart, letting the day pass you by.

And in that moment, with him back beside you after so long apart, your soul felt whole again.

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