Georgia’s POV
I poured everything into giving Nick the best massage I could—it was the least I could do to thank him for always taking care of . His body had been tense at first, hard and unyielding under my hands, but little by little I felt him loosen, his breathing deepening until he finally slipped into sleep. The faintest snore escaped him, and I smiled softly, pausing in fear of waking him.
He was still gloriously naked, sprawled across my bed, and as if having the perfect dream, so I carefully pulled the blanket over him before sliding off the mattress. I was still wrapped in just a towel, so I was going to change into my pajamas.
But before I could step away, a warm hand caught my wrist.
"Where are you going?" Nick’s voice was low, husky, definitely not asleep.
Startled, I turned. "I thought you were already sleeping. I was just going to put on my pajamas before going to sleep."
That was when I saw it, the dangerous curve of his lips, that wicked smirk I knew too well. The kind that promised I wouldn’t be sleeping anyti soon.
"Who said you’re going to sleep?" he murmured, pulling back against him.
My heart raced. I knew it!
"Now that I let you do what you wanted with my body..." His fingers tugged at my towel, loosening it. "It’s my turn. And you’re going to let do whatever I want with yours."
The towel slipped away, baring completely, and the heat in his eyes made my body react in an excited way.
His lips claid mine, hot and insistent, but even as sparks shot through my body, my chest tightened with worry. Sothing about the way he avoided certain words earlier lingered in my mind. Between breaths, I whispered against his mouth, "Are you sure this is okay? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t stay long? You still have work tomorrow."
"You’re right," he muttered, dragging his lips down to the sensitive curve beneath my jaw. His hand slid over my breast, squeezing lightly, possessively. "I wasn’t planning to stay... but then I saw you, so damn enticing. That’s on you. Your fault."
A breathless laugh escaped as I arched into his touch. "My fault? I didn’t even know you were going to show up here." My voice trembled with both amusent and need. "But... I’m glad you did."
The truth pulsed inside . I’d been thinking about him all day. Even while buried in work, pouring over docunts, he kept intruding, his face flashing in my mind at the worst possible tis.
No matter how hard I tried to push him aside, Nick was everywhere. And now that he was here, touching like this, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
"If you’re staying," I whispered, my voice low and teasing as I wrapped my fingers around his already hard cock, "then let keep massaging you... in my own way."
But instead of letting take control, he caught my hand mid-stroke and pinned it against the mattress. His body hovered above mine, his eyes glinting with wicked intent. "I told you—it’s my turn. Stay still and surrender that beautiful body to ." His smirk was dangerous, irresistible.
Before I could argue, his lips trailed lower, dragging fire across my skin until he reached my breast. His tongue swirled over my hardened nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking deep and slow. I gasped, my back arching instinctively, the sharp pleasure making my toes curl.
God, I wanted this, I’d been secretly hoping for it all day. But I never thought he would drive this crazy, this soon.
His kisses wandered further down, his strong hands sliding along my thighs before parting them wide. My breath hitched, heat flooding as his gaze locked on the most intimate part of .
"You’re already so wet for ... so pink, so tempting." His voice was rough, thick with hunger. And then his tongue touched .
"Nick—ahhh..." My head fell back against the pillows as he flicked over my clit, teasing, circling, making my body tremble under him.
"Mmm... you taste incredible, Georgia," he murmured between licks, his tongue plunging inside before sliding back up to toy with my swollen clit. "I am getting addicted to this... to you. I want this—every single night, before I go to sleep."
His words burned through as much as his mouth did. My hips twitched with every suction, every deliberate flick of his tongue, dragging raw moans out of that I couldn’t hold back.
"Ahh—Nick... please..." I gasped, my body quivering, desperate for more, desperate for him.
He pulled his tongue away only to replace it with his fingers, plunging into with a steady rhythm as his mouth claid mine. His kiss swallowed my moans, deep and greedy, making feel like he was devouring every sound I made.
I cupped his face, my body trembling under his touch. "Nick—please... put it inside . I want you. I need you now..." My voice cracked with desperation, the fire in burning so wildly that only he could quench it.
His lips curved against mine, a dangerous smirk I could feel more than see. "So eager tonight," he murmured darkly. "I’ll give you what you want now... but next ti, Georgia, I’ll make you beg until you can’t take it anymore."
Before I could even respond, he pushed inside with one hard thrust, his thick cock sliding deep into my soaked heat with such ease it made cry out.
"Fuck—so deep... ahhh!" The words ripped from my throat as my back arched, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He started to move, slow at first, then harder, faster, filling with every stroke until the world blurred around . The only thing that mattered was him—the way he stretched , the way he consud , the way he made forget everything else.
I had promised myself I’d wake up early tomorrow, but right now, I couldn’t care less. I’d sacrifice sleep, ti, even sanity, just to stay here all night with him buried inside like this.
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Thank you for the Golden Ticket Rebecca_Hamm_4770!
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