Georgia’s POV
The mont the last piece of clothing slipped off my skin, I reached for Nick’s waistband, ready to take control. His hands clamped around my hips with a firm, delicious dominance.
"Nope," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "You’re not doing that."
Before I could even blink, he lifted my left leg and placed it on the sofa, opening to him completely. And then... his head dipped.
"Nick! Oh my gosh!"
But the rest of my breath dissolved into a sharp gasp the second his mouth t my slit.
My hands flew instinctively to him, one gripping his shoulder for balance, the other tangling in his hair as a broken moan escaped .
"Oh... god, Nick..."
My head fell back as his tongue found my clit, licking, circling, and flicking with a pace that stole my sanity. There was nothing gentle about the way he devoured , just raw hunger and deliberate precision. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks shooting up my spine, every deep kiss on my heat made my thighs tremble.
He wasn’t stopping.
He wasn’t slowing.
He was relentless, dragging every ounce of pleasure from until my knees wobbled so hard I nearly collapsed.
"Nick... stop... wait... my knees..." I gasped, tugging his hair to pull him away before I collapse.
He finally looked up at , mouth glistening, a wicked smirk curving his lips like he was proud of the ss he made of . He casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving mine.
"Then co here," he said in a low, commanding whisper.
In one smooth motion, he shoved down his shorts and briefs, freeing the angry beast hiding beneath, hard, flushed, and pointing at like a weapon aid with fury, ready to shoot blazing bullets.
"Sit on , my love," he murmured, arching a teasing brow, wearing that sinful, naughty smile that always destroys . "Before I forget to play nice."
I didn’t even think, I just obeyed him, climbing onto his lap, my knees bracketing his thighs, my palms settling on his shoulders for balance as desire burned in wild.
Nick guided his hard, aching length to my entrance, and the mont I started to sink down onto him, slow, careful, trembling, his head slipped inside . We both gasped, and I cupped his face with both hands, moaning into his mouth.
"Ahh... baby... you’re so hard..." I whispered, my voice already unsteady.
His hands slid up my waist, under my ribs, across my back, possessive, reverent, before pulling flush against him, chest to chest, racing heart to racing heart.
"And you," he murmured against my lips, "are so soft... so warm... so fucking tight and dripping."
He kissed again, deeper this ti, swallowing my gasp. "You’re drenched for , Georgia. I’m so addicted to you. Completely."
I started to move, rolling my hips, lifting and sinking, feeling him stretch open, and we both gasped and moaned at the sa ti.
"Oh my God... Nick..." My voice quivered. "It’s so—so good..."
His fingers clamped around my waist as he thrust upward, eting my descent with a force that knocked the breath out of . He pulled down harder, burying himself inside until I felt him in places that made my spine curve and my head fall back.
"So... fucking... deep..." I choked out, my moan tearing free. "Ahh!"
Nick yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside as if it offended him. Then, without warning, he slid his arms under my legs, lifting with effortless strength. I clung to his neck, legs hanging over his arms, completely helpless in the best way.
And then—
He stood up.
With impaled on him.
He began bouncing on his cock, thrusting upward at the sa ti, each movent a jolt of pleasure that stole the air from my lungs.
"Ahh—!" The sound ripped out of before I could stop it. I slapped a hand over my mouth, rembering the chaos outside—the movers, Wendy, all of them. "N-Nick—n-not so deep—they might hear us—"
His grin turned feral.
"It’s soundproof," he growled as he slamd his hips up again, stealing another cry from . "Scream as loud as you want, my love."
His pace changed—faster, sharper, punishingly deep, and my back arched as another moan tore out of , this one louder, shaless, uncontrollable.
Because he wasn’t stopping.
And gods... I didn’t want him to. I want to destroy , punish , devour until I have no strength left.
Nick didn’t release .
Even as he carried back to the sofa bed, his arms stayed locked around my body, his breath warm against my throat, his heartbeat knocking hard against mine. He lowered onto the cushions — but he didn’t give space, didn’t give air, didn’t give a chance to steady myself.
And I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to just continue taking my breath away.
The mont my back touched the sofa, he followed, covering completely, his weight and heat and presence pressing into the velvet fabric. His face buried in the curve of my neck, his breath coming fast, uneven, almost desperate, like he needed as much as I needed him.
"Georgia..." he breathed against my skin, voice rough, almost trembling. The sound alone sent a shiver racing through .
I wrapped my arms around him on instinct, partly because I wanted him close, partly because my body felt too weak, too overwheld to hold itself up without him. My fingers tangled in his hair, my other arm banded tightly around his back, holding on as if he were the only thing keeping conscious.
Maybe he was.
Everything inside felt molten and trembling, my pulse a wild, frantic drum. I could feel how badly he wanted ... How deeply he was losing himself in the mont, and I let him. I let him take , let him move, let him pour every ounce of emotion and desire into with breath, touch, closeness, pleasure.
"Nick... Ahh..." I whispered, my voice barely holding together.
He held tighter in return, his mouth moving against my neck as if he was kissing a prayer into my skin. His hands gripped my waist, my hips, my back, strong, sure, claiming, but the way he trembled told this wasn’t just desire.
It was emotion.
Intensity.
Sothing raw and overwhelming for both of us.
It was his love pouring into , completely, utterly.
I clung to him harder, burying my face against his shoulder as the world around us blurred. My mind floated sowhere between pleasure, dizziness, and surrender, but not once did I think of stopping.
Not once did I want him to slow down.
I let him lose himself in .
Because I was losing myself in him, too.
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