Page 38 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
He’s on his elbows hovering above me, one of his hands is at the side of my head, gently stroking back stray hairs. “Britain, I’ve been wanting you like this since the minute I saw you in my office.” He continues gazing at me as he slips his thick cock into my entrance, edging into me inch by inch, slowly, but I’m ready for more. I want, noneed, all of him. I run my hands around his back, gripping his butt to pull him deeper. He thrusts into me deeply, and once he’s fully seated, he lets out a low growl at the same time I release a moan.
“Bambi, I knew you’d feel good, but this is…you’re fucking perfect,” he says as he starts to pull out, then thrust back into me. I lift my hips, meeting his thrusts and let out another small moan over the stretch and feel of him rubbing against my inner walls. On his next thrust he kisses me while sliding a hand across one of my breasts. He pushes the silk fabric over, exposing my nipple. He releases my mouth and moves, sucking on the taught peak instead. I cry out at the sensation, and my inner thighs begin tightening. I’m clenching hard around his cock now, tightening every time his head enters me. My fingers are clawing at his back and my head is thrown back while he continues his steady and firm thrusts.
When the orgasm comes, it’s fucking euphoric. The wave that hits me has my entire body tightening and going rigid. I call out to him, “Liam, please, don’t stop! More, please!” The waves are still rolling over me as I continue convulsing around his dick, and then he yells out, “Fuck!” and slams into me hard, one more time. Holding my body tight with his, his cock spasms and he spills his release into the condom. We both ride out our remaining after shocks, bodies and eyes locked together for minutes. I reach up and brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead and he finally breaks eye contact sliding out of me slowly.
He heads to the ensuite to dispose of the condom, and I follow shortly behind him to pee and clean up. It always blows my mind when I read a book or watch a show and the women don’t pee after sex. Like, you’re just immune to UTIs?What’s that like?
When I get back to the bedroom, he’s already getting dressed.Of course. I wasn’t expecting a cuddle session, but I also didn’t think he’d be halfway out the door either. I’m not really sure what to say.“Thank you?”or“That was fun, let’s do that again.”Or am I supposed to ask him to stay? I’m too out of practice. When you’re married, it’s just go pee, come back and they’re in bed, and you say ‘goodnight, love you.’ Then they go back to watching their iPad while you read a book or try to sleep. I’m disappointed he’s not staying, if I’m being honest with myself.
This is one of my problems, though. I never speak up for what I want, never say what I want. I guess I’ll never know, unless I put it out there and try.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I mean, I’d like you to stay, but also don’t feel like you have to,” I say from where I’m sitting on the bed. He stops buckling his belt and looks at me.
“If I stay the night, you’re with me. You’re mine. Is that what you want?”Fuck. I swallow the nervousness that just rose up out of nowhere.
“Yes,” I say softly. He smiles at me, for the first time all night and starts unbuckling his belt, slipping his pants back off, and laying them over the slipper chair in the corner. He climbs into the opposite side of the bed and pulls me into him, my back to his chest. He pulls the duvet over both of us, then drapes his arm around my middle. I slide my hand into his, threading our fingers together, and the feeling of rightness courses through me again.
“I’ll make you happy, Bambi, I promise,” he whispers in my ear. I just nod as a hot tear streaks down my cheek. God, I would love nothing more than to be happy withthis man.
Liam
I still can’t believe I’m laying here, in Britain’s bed. She’s curled up on my side, a leg draped over mine, her head and a hand on my chest, and I’m just soaking her in, stroking the top of her head.I’m happy. There’s a tight squeeze in my chest at the thought of that.
I barely slept last night, and I wasn't the only one. Britain rolled over at 3:30, made sure I was awake first, and then quickly got on top of me. She kissed me deeply for a bit before scooting down to take me in her mouth again.I feel like I won the fucking lottery.She wouldn’t let me fuck her either, she just insisted that I come. The way she looked, and felt, put the fantasies I’d fucked myself to to shame.
And I did come, filling her up while she sucked me dry, milking me for all I’m worth. She wouldn’t let me return the favor either. She licked the last of my cum from her lips as she sat back up. I reached for her, slamming my mouth on top of hers.
“Roll over baby, it’s my turn.” But she just shook her head no.
“Uh uh. That was just for you.” She leaned down and kissed me once more before scooting away and falling back to sleep.
If that’s not a fucking dream come true, I don’t know what is. More than the mind-blowing orgasms, though, she said yes to beingwith me. I haven’t had a girlfriend in probably ten years. Well, at least no one I would call that. But Britain is my girlfriend now,she’s mine. The thought excites me, but also terrifies me.What if I can’t make her happy? Am I too old for her? Won’t she want someone better? Someone who didn’t ruin her life all those years ago?I shudder.
I’m trying to make up for it, but that’s not the reason I want to be with her. I was miserable this past week, knowing she was there, just out of my reach. Thinking she didn’t want me, because of me. I spent all my days at the office in town, and then all my nights at Colton’s. I was half hoping she’d show up there, the other half knew it was keeping me from knocking on her door night after night, like a fool.
Fuck, she’s mine. I go hard as a rock at the thought. The sun is starting to break over the horizon and I know I should probably get ready to go into the office. I’ve been working with the architects nonstop on the Sonoma sales center buildout.Shit. I’m supposed to be there in a week. I finally have something more important to me than work, and it’s going to pull me away from her. I need to figure out an alternate plan. There’s no way I’m letting this go.No fucking way.
She starts stirring a bit and moves to roll over. I go with her, fitting my throbbing cock against her ass cheeks. In response, she grounds her hips back, adding pressure.Fuck me, she’s fucking perfect.I slide her nightgown up over her hip and slip my fingers over the front of her. I dip a finger into her folds and she’s soaking wet for me already. I grind my length into her again, letting her know how bad I fucking want her, then circle her clit using the finger that’s dripping wet.
She lets out a small moan, and I fucking need to be inside her. Now. I reach over and grab a foil packet from the little bag, sliding the rubber on as quickly as I can. I yank her body to me, lifting her left leg to allow me in. I slide into her and it's like tight, hot silk. Fuck, I wish I wasn’t wearing a condom. I would give away every penny I have to feel her like that. And then another possessive thought forms in my head: an image of her swollen with my child.
Fuck, that image is going to haunt me. I thrust into her, eliciting little pants. The fucking noises she makes during sex are the cutest, sexiest things I’ve ever heard. I push her hair off her neck and suck her while I’m thrusting. I need her to come for me, so I reach my hand back down to her folds, above where my dick is currently entering her body, and rub.
Her breathing quickens under my pressure, and she’s pushing back against me with each of my movements.
“Are you going to come for me, Bambi?” She nods her head, but that’s not enough. “I need to hear it, baby.”
“Yes! Just please don’t stop,” she eeks out. But I’m greedy, I want more.
“Tell me more, baby.” She groans in ecstasy at my demand.
“Tell you what? How your thick cock fits perfectly in me? How full you make me feel? How fucking good you feel? How I woke up this morning, dying for you to fill me up again.”Jesus christ, she’s going to make me come. She’s panting now, so I increase my pressure on her clit and I feel her body tighten even before she starts moaning my name. She makes me feel like a fucking sex god, the way she praises me. She’s so active in fucking, always taking and giving in equal measures. I love it.
Her walls slam against my cock, and I know I’m done. My sight goes black and I spill everything I have into her. Wishing it was in her, and not in this condom.What the fuck is wrong with me?Both our spasms begin slowing down, so I ease off her clit and bring my head down beside hers, brushing a kiss on her cheek. She reaches up and runs a hand through the hair on the back of my head, stroking me. Nothing has ever felt as natural or as good as being likethiswith her.
I pull out of her after a minute and head to the ensuite to take care of the condom. She follows behind me shortly after, using the toilet. It’s the beginning of a routine in the making. I could be really fucking content to start my day off sliding into her every morning, and end it sliding into her every night. While she’s doing that, I wash my hands and head back into the bedroom in search of my briefs that got discarded during Britain’s oral performance, for which she received a standing “O.”
The sun has nearly broken completely over the horizon and I look around the room. Looks like she unpacked since there’s no suitcases hanging around, strewn open. On top of the dresser, I see a bag that says “To Be Enjoyed Together.” I can’t help myself from peeking inside to see a bottle of lube and restraints. This must be where the condoms came from. For a moment, I’m jealous, imagining her planning to use this stuff with someone else.
