Page 53 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
I hop in the gym’s shower after punishing myself with a grueling workout. My attempt at working off all the alcohol and self loathing helped, but I still need to try and get my shit together before going back in the house. I know Britain’s probably up by now, and I need to say sorry. I fucked up yesterday.
I showed my hand too early and it scared her. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Well, that’s not entirely true, I was thinking of her in our bed with a belly, and my hand over it, waiting for kicks. But then I left her. I was hoping she’d leave, and hurt me, so I could start hating her instead of loving her. And she did, but then she came back. She fucking came back and I came home drunk as hell.
I feel like I’m failing miserably with her. I like her so fucking much it hurts, and I don’t know if she feels the same. I think she does, but then clearly not if she turned to ice after I mentioned the idea of her having my child, which fair, it may have been a bit too early to do. I’m just not used to this. I’m used to attraction, not obsession.Fucking hell, Liam.
I wrap a towel around my hips and head back to the house, my clothes smell like sweat and bourbon. I drop them in the mudroom on my way to get coffee, but I’m stopped dead in my tracks by the sight of Britain, in that fucking outfit, in my kitchen. I come up from behind, wrapping my arms around her. She melts right into me, so comfortable with me, she’s like putty in my hands.
“I’m sorry Bambi, I’ll do better,” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m sorry, too,” she whispers back.
“Why are you wearing this?” It’s that pink silk nightgown, the one from the first night we had sex.
“I thought you might like to punish me…in the kitchen.”What the fuck did I do to deserve this?
“I don’t want to punish you, Britain.” Her shoulders drop the tiniest bit from my words, disappointing her. “I do want to ravish you, though. Make you feel good, make my baby come.” I’m running my hands over her silk-clad body, my erection already rock hard. I spin her to face me, pressing a soft kiss on her pink lips. I don’t want her to think every problem can be solved with brute force and fucking. I need to make this up to her more than she needs to make anything up to me.
I lift her gently, setting her on the kitchen island and pushing her to lay down. She looks up at me, questioning.
“I haven’t had breakfast yet, sweetheart.” That’s all I say before pushing her nightgown up to her breasts and feasting on her sweet pussy. She immediately moans, going pliant for me as I tongue her clit aggressively.
“Baby, I love the way you taste.” I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.My fucking pussy.She makes me crazy with these possessive thoughts. I’ve never wanted to possess anything as much as I do Britain. I want her to be mine, all fucking mine. I’m sucking on her clit when I slip a finger into her soaking wet heat, and she cries out for me.
“Tell me baby, say it, whose pussy is this?” She’s got the dirtiest little mouth, and I need to hear it.
“It’s yours, Liam. All yours.”
“More, baby.”More. I add another finger and thrust harder into her this time, making her moan and cry out.
“You’re the only one who gets me dripping wet. You’re the only one who makes me come with just a tongue. You’re the only one I want filling me up, every fucking day.”Fuck me.
“Good girl.” I pull out my fingers and stand up. I open the junk drawer and grab a condom, rolling the rubber down my length. I grab her hand, pulling her to sit up and motion for her to wrap her legs around me. I pull her onto me as I slide into her and she feels like heaven, like always. I wish,fucking wish, I wasn’t wearing a condom, but I can respect her wishes.
I walk us over to the hallway and pin her against the wall and start thrusting.
“Britain, baby. Just like your pussy is mine, my cock is yours.” I thrust, and pull her down on me at the same time, grinding into her clit. She cries for me, her mouth and her vagina both weeping. “Only yours, baby. You’re the only one who gets me. The only one who drives me mad.” I thrust and grind again. I know she’s close from the way she’s bearing down on me, clenching on me.
“You’re the only one I want, Bambi.” And with my last words and a grind of my hips, she loses it. Screaming for me, writhing on my cock, pulling me tight into her. I’m close, one more thrust, and I lose it, too. I push her hard against the wall and let loose a groan as my body releases the last bit of anger and hurt from yesterday. As I come down, she starts stroking me, running her fingers through my hair, kissing my face softly.
So this is love. My chest is tight and my stomach is on fire. And I realize this could really fucking suck depending how things go. I give her a gentle kiss on the lips, not wanting to reveal anything, and slip her off my cock, setting her feet gently on the floor.
“Don’t get changed, please?” I ask. “I want you in bed all day today.” Her cheeks go pink and she nods her head in response. “Also, what do you want on your pizza?” She turns back to look at me, confused.
“For ourHarry Pottermarathon, in bed. What kind of pizza?” She just bursts out laughing, heading for our bedroom upstairs.
“Sausage,please.” She gives me a sly smirk, a wink, and nearly floats up the stairs.My love, please don’t ruin me.
TWENTY
Britain
May 31, 2023
To Georgia,
It’s been awhile since I’ve written to you now. I always mean to, but then I sit and stare at the paper and don’t know where to start or what to say. But not today. Today I have something to tell you, we’re spreading your ashes at Spearhead Lake, Alex and me. He flew in a couple days ago, and has been recovering from jet lag, but today’s the day.
We both thought you’d like to be here, at the lake. So we’ll be doing it in the afternoon when the sun is at its peak, when it feels the warmest. You’ll be happy to know the weather is absolutely perfect, not a cloud in the sky.
