Page 56 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“Yes, absolutely, dream away”
“I gotta go, Mom. I’m keeping Reba up, she just gave me the stink eye.”
“Okay, I love you so much.”
“Love you too, Mom. Night.”
“Night, baby.” She ends the call, and I let out a sigh. I miss them so much. I can’t wait to see them. I am excited to go home, but I’m also hesitant. What is it really going to be like once I’m there and Liam is here?
“You told your girls about me?”Fuck.
“Fuck! You just scared the crap out of me. I thought you were coming home tomorrow?”
“I couldn’t wait,” he says as he snuggles in behind me, rubbing his chin on my shoulder.
“Is it okay that I told them?” I ask, not totally sure of the answer. We haven’t talked much about introducing him to them. It’s unspoken that they’ll meet eventually, there’s just no plan in place for doing so.
“Yes. More than okay.”
“You’re glad?” He nods against my shoulder in response. The burning in my belly starts, giving me that feeling I’ve been having so much of lately. He spins me around to face him and kisses me deeply, passionately, stealing my breath. Making me burn.
He releases my mouth, “Did you miss me, Bambi?”
“Mmm hmm.” I nod my head, too. “Did you missme?”
“Every fucking second,” and he starts sliding down my sweatpants making me laugh.
“That bad, huh?” He only nods, nuzzling my neck as he helps me out of my sweats. He sits down on the outdoor sofa, pulling me down on top of him so I’m straddling him. I’m wearing his sweatshirt and he notices.
“I love coming home and seeing you in my clothes.” I know he loves it, I can feel it throbbing against my sex. I just giggle and lean in for another kiss. I can’t get enough of him, his taste. I’m sucking desperately on his lip, letting little sounds out when he grinds against my panties.
“Should I go get a condom?” I ask him.
“No, I stopped in the kitchen before coming to find you.” He pulls a foil out of his pocket. I’m already drenched. I need him inside me, now. He’s still wearing his suit pants and button down, so I start on his belt buckle, and when I’m done he finishes undoing the pant’s button and zipper. He’s not even wearing underwear right now, he just bursts out of his pants, throbbing as he slides the rubber down his length. I lick my lips. I love his cock so much. I stand up, slipping off my panties, looking around to make sure no one’s watching when I remember there aren’t any neighbors here, just the pine trees.
I climb on top of him, and he positions his head at my entrance as I sink down onto him. He grips my hips tightly and hisses as I drop myself so he’s completely seated in me. God, he feels so fucking good. He releases one of my hips, sliding a hand up the sweatshirt to cup my breast, kneading and squeezing as I begin riding him. He was only gone two nights, but I feel like an addict right now. I’m desperate for him.
I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and lean in for a searing kiss. He’s alternating between thrusting while I grind against him. I desperately want to come, but I also want to play with him a little, let him know he’s not the only one who gets to be in charge. I slow my pace considerably, sliding off him until he’s about to pop out, before inching slowly back down again.
He groans, “Bambi, what are you doing?”
His grip on my hips gets tighter, so I swat away his arms and say, “No touching tonight, baby.” He throws his head back, letting out a groan. When he brings his face back to me he uses both hands to push his hair out of his face, looking exasperated. I continue at this slow pace, sliding up and down on top of him. I’m sucking his neck and reaching around with one hand to play with his balls while the other comes up to rub against where his nipple is beneath his shirt.
“Bambi,please.”That’s right, I want to hear him begging.
“Please what, Liam?” I say with an authoritative tone.
“Please let me touch you.” His hands are white knuckling the sofa cushion as I continue my slow grinds, up and down.
“You can touch, but you can’t come. Do you understand?” His response is just another groan. “Do you understand, Liam?”
“Yes! Yes, I won’t come.”
As soon as I say “Okay,” his hands are all over me. Grabbing and gripping at me. Pulling me onto him to grind my clit against him. My thighs begin clenching and his length is grinding against my inner walls at the perfect angle. I’m going to come. “Don’t you dare come yet,” I warn. He just nods. He slips his hand up my sweatshirt again, pinching my nipple hard, and my orgasm hits me and I’m screaming. I’m biting my lip and riding him as I continue bearing down and clenching him.
“Bambi, please.”
“No,” I tell him, and he just responds with another groan. As soon as my aftershocks begin dying down, I slip off of him and he protests.
