Georgia’s POV
From the mirror’s reflection, I watched Nick sink to his knees before . Slow but confident, and completely focused. His hands moved with an easy claim; one tracing the curve of my leg as he guided it open, the other skimming up my body until it found my breast, rolling and pinching my nipple with his fingers.
The sight alone sent a rush of heat to my face, and my breath caught sowhere between disbelief and desire.
When his lips t my slit, every muscle in my body tensed, my hands instinctively finding his hair and shoulder for balance. The first touch of his mouth drew a sound from I couldn’t contain—sothing raw and breathless that filled the walk-in closet.
His tongue finally touched my folds, parting them as if he was eating a fruit and looking for its nectar. I gasped loudly, which turned into a moan.
"Mmm... Ahh... Baby..." I hissed as the stroke of his tongue beca stronger and wilder.
He only looked up at through his lashes, eyes dark and teasing, before continuing with the sa devastating patience that made tremble. Every movent, every press of his mouth against , felt calculated to slowly unravel completely.
He was licking so good that I was sure I was dripping down there, and he knew it. Nick removed his hand from my breast, only to push one of my legs up, making stand on just one foot before he put two of his fingers inside .
I quickly grabbed onto whatever I could hold onto, trying to steady myself, and luckily, my hand found the sturdy tal handle of the cabinet. My other hand, however, can only hold on to his shoulder.
"Ahh... Nick!" I moaned. When I looked in the mirror again, the sight was too much—my flushed, lewd reflection, his broad shoulders between my thighs, the way he moved his head and arm as he devoured whole.
My breath ca out in broken gasps, the sound echoing softly in the room.
"Look at ," he murmured, voice husky with control.
And when I did, when my eyes t his, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away. Everything slowed, yet every nerve in my body burned.
His eyes were looking straight at . His tongue was sticking out, stroking my clit so good. His fingers moving inside , it was truly heaven on earth.
It was wild, dizzying, and achingly intimate—a mont that felt both forbidden and inevitable.
He moved his hand faster, two fingers pushing in and out of . And I swear I saw stars.
"Fuck! Ahh!" I almost scread. It was so good that I don’t want it to end.
The tension inside was spiraling fast—sharp, unbearable, and impossibly sweet. I could feel it taking over, that dangerous edge where pleasure and surrender blurred into one.
My body was begging him for release, but my mind still tried to hold on to reason, to the tiny voice whispering about the chaos we were about to cause.
My moans were becoming louder and louder, and Nick could sense it.
"Nick," I gasped, shaking my head as the sound of my own moans filled the small space. "Stop... it’s—"
Before I could finish, he caught by the waist, his arm a solid band of strength pulling upright, keeping from collapsing. His touch was steady, possessive—the kind that told I wasn’t escaping, not from him, not from this.
I looked at him and shook my head. "No... Nick... Stop... It’s ssy," I was able to say in between moans.
"Don’t hold back," he murmured against my ear, voice low and commanding. "Let go."
That tone alone made my pulse trip. I clung to him, feeling his breath on my neck, his body pressed firmly against mine, urging to surrender. Every part of trembled, fighting the wave that was already crashing through my veins.
"Fuckkk... Nick..." My voice broke on his na, caught sowhere between a plea and a confession.
He didn’t stop. He stayed close, whispering sothing I couldn’t even process—his words and breath tangled with the rush of heat spreading through
He pushed in deeper and faster until I couldn’t hold it any longer. My grip on his arms tightened as my legs trembled and my dam broke, releasing the pressure, gushing like a fire hose.
The world narrowed to the sound of my heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, and the delicious unraveling he coaxed out of .
Nick did it again and again, until I was empty. I was panting hard, but he was still holding by the waist, keeping standing.
When the storm finally passed, my knees nearly gave out, but his arm never left my waist. He held there, letting breathe, both of us caught in that quiet, dizzy aftermath.
I looked up at him, still flushed and breathless. "You’re an! That was too much!" I whispered, half-accusing, half in awe.
Nick just chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from my cheek. "You say that now," he said softly, "but you never really want to stop."
"You’ll regret this..." I warned, though the challenge in my voice betrayed .
Before he could respond, I pushed him back and sank down in front of him. My hands quickly found the waistband of his sweatpants and hastily pulled it down. He was not wearing any underwear, and his already hard cock sprang on my face.
The surprise flickering in his eyes made smirk. He hadn’t expected that.
"Why do you look so shocked?" I teased, my tone playful yet daring. I leaned closer, just enough to make him catch his breath, before giving his other head a quick kiss, making it twitch in front of .
His lips parted slightly. "I thought you were tired," he murmured, his voice low, roughened by desire.
I tilted my head, letting a soft laugh escape. "Maybe I am," I said, dragging my gaze up to et his. "But I’m not losing to you that easily."
I let my hands rest on his thighs, tracing lazy, deliberate patterns with my fingertips—a touch ant to provoke. His muscles tensed under my palms, and I smiled at his reaction.
"Go on," I whispered. "Look in the mirror, baby. Watch ."
His jaw tightened, and I could feel the shift in the air—the unspoken ga of control between us, dangerous and delicious. Every breath, every heartbeat seed to echo in that small space, feeding the tension that only grew with each passing second.
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