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Georgia’s body is warm and delicate as she pulls me into a vanilla-scented hug, her arms so petite compared to my own that they feel almost weightless against my back. My muscles steadily begin to relax as she holds me, and I allow my weight to sink into her.
I’ve never let a girl see me like this. Crying, emotional. She’s holding me for Christ’s sake. 6 months ago, I never could have envisioned being in this position. Letting a girl hold me – sober, and not inside the dirty bedroom of a frat house. But all that was before her. With her, I can’t imagine leaving this moment. I can’t imagine willingly removing myself from her touch.
“It’ll all be alright, sugar,” she coos, placing a dainty hand on my cheek and nudging me to look at her. “Can I kiss you?”
My heart instantly starts to pound, drowning out the relative silence of the room.
I’ve had sex with this girl and the idea of her wanting to kiss me still sends me into panic mode, like a middle schooler with a crush. I really need to get it together.
“Uh… um, yeah. Yes.”
Real smooth, fuckwad.
She laughs. A perfect, gentle, sing-songy laugh that immediately brightens the room and sends tingles through my spine. I swear the moment can’t get anymore perfect, until she kisses me.
The sweet taste of her lip gloss fills my senses, instantly sending waves of calmness through me. I feel myself practically melting into her, with no clue as to where my body ends and hers begins. Her tongue gently traces the edge of my lower lip as we lean back against the bed, leaving me dizzy with desire for her. I find myself wishing that I could be even closer to her – that she could crawl underneath my skin and never leave, going with me everywhere I go, taking every breath with me, every heartbeat of mine also being her own.
Before I realize it, we’re both naked on top of my bed – but not in a porny way, like it would be with a jersey chaser. No, it’s so different from that, so much more intimate. Her skin against mine, I’m entranced by the soft heat radiating from every curve of her body. Light stretch marks paint the sides of her hips, like watercolor ripples in a vast ocean, drawing in the roughened palm of my hand like a moth to a flame.
“Touch me, Henry,” she whimpers, her half-lidded eyes glimmering in the low light of the room.
Without hesitation, I sweep my arm around her, pressing my chest against the supple cushion of her breasts. She moans as I reach a trembling hand between her legs, lightly tracing a fingertip around her velvety slit. My breath quickens as she saturates my finger, making it impossible not to think about how intoxicating it feels to be inside her.
“I want you,” she rasps, pulling away from our kiss to stare into my eyes.
I nod pathetically, unable to form words, and am immediately forced to bite back a groan of pleasure as she wraps her hand around my growing erection. She pumps it a few times until I’m fully hard, a glossy smirk crossing her lips as she feels me lengthen in her grasp.
“That’s it,” she purrs, giving my dick one last stroke before she guides the tip towards the moist entrance of her pussy.
Georgia looks down at me, her sultry green eyes flashing with mischief as she gently rubs the tip of my cock against the lips of her pussy.
“God, don’t tease me like this, woman,” I stammer, forcing a chuckle as my breath hitches.
“You know you love it,” she taunts, her slender fingers still gripping my base as her legs spread around my hips.
Before I can respond, she gently plunges my dick deep inside of her, immediately engulfing my every nerve in the wet heat of her swollen pussy. I moan hoarsely, my breath knocked from my chest, as she settles herself into her seated position on top of me.
A rush of heat floods her breasts, igniting them in a crimson hue that spreads across her chest like a wildfire. Her caramel nipples are perky, begging to be touched, and I can feel my resolve weakening with every passing second. She looms over me seductively, the soft curls of her hair framing the curve of her tits, and, without reservation, I reach out a shaky hand to grip them.
“Uh-uh,” she teases, gracefully pushing my hand away. “This time, you can’t touch.”
I begin to protest, but am instantly silenced as she flexes the muscles of her thighs, lifting herself a few inches off of my hips, before hungrily sinking back down onto my cock. She takes every inch inside of her, breathy moans erupting through her lips, and I swear I’m seeing stars as her perky breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Georgia–” I groan, eyes rolling back in my head as I go to grasp her hips.
“Hands above your head, mister,” she demands as she leans backwards tauntingly, placing both palms flat on the bed between my legs as she straddles me.
The long line of her slender body is perfectly visible from this position, from the glistening top edge of her clit to the blushed landscape of her springing tits. Her moans are low and hoarse as she transitions from bouncing to grinding, her hips gliding back and forth against my cock as I watch in awe. My trembling hands still support my neck, though they’re aching to grab onto her and fuck her brains out. Her legs are spread wide, with the rosy lips of her pussy shimmering in the low light as she rocks against me. An involuntary whimper escapes my lips as she tightens around me in waves of slippery heat, and she laughs.
“You like that?” she whispers, pushing herself forward until her breasts, swollen from arousal, are pressed against my chest.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, inhaling sharply through my teeth as she rolls her hips in a circle, clasping my throbbing dick in a vice grip. “I need to touch you.”
Her eyes meet mine, a devilish glint shimmering across her irises.
“Beg for it.”
Who is this girl?
