Love You Forever (2013 Wattys Finalist)

Chapter 8 - Alone Part I

When he saw her lying on his bed completely naked, her beautiful pale skin glowing slightly in the dim room, he laid on her, wanting to feel their bodies pressed together, their legs entwined. Her skin was soft under his hands as they went all over every bit of her he could touch while he kissed her, driving his tongue in her mouth, taking possession of it.

He rubbed himself on her thigh while she writhed underneath him, her hands rubbing all over his back and then down to his bum, grabbing onto him and pulling him to her, pressing him against her more. He groaned quietly and then moved his mouth lower so he could kiss her neck, tasting it and making her breathless. He moved down further until he reached her breast. He nuzzled it, making her nipple harden as she writhed more underneath him, then began suckling. She cried out and arched her back when he latched on and he froze and immediately let go. Shit, he forgot.

Georgie looked at him, her mouth open a little as she panted slightly. "What?" she asked.

"We have to be quiet," he whispered. "Betsy's just on the other side of that wall," he said, motioning to the wall next to the bed with his head.

They'd never made love with anyone around before, and he'd never thought about how much noise they usually made, especially Georgie. He'd never been one to make a lot of noise while making love, but she was wonderfully vocal, and he loved hearing how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her, and had become more vocal himself since he'd been with her.

Georgie immediately looked embarrassed. "You don't think she heard me, do you?" she whispered.

"Nah, you weren't that loud," he lied, not wanting to lose the moment with her. "She won't hear a thing as long as we're quiet."

He nuzzled her breast again and then latched on, rubbing his tongue on her nipple as he sucked. She writhed and panted as she rubbed her hands all over him, whispering her moans. He moved to the other breast to do the same, and she whimpered as she clutched at him and then let out low moans. He loved hearing the different noises she was making as she tried to be quiet. He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach but it was difficult since there wasn't enough room and he had to move so he was half off the bed, cursing its small size in his head.

When he got between her legs and put his mouth on her, it was too much for her. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her face to muffle her loud moans and cries as she writhed, feeling his lips and tongue on her.

Tasting her, making her lose control so that he was the only thing she was feeling in that moment, was wonderful. He loved taking over her mind and body like that, making her belong to him. When he felt her getting closer, her body tensing and then beginning to shudder, he latched on to her, sucking on her as she rode out her climax, arching her back and crying out into the pillow.

When she was quiet and her body went limp, she pulled off the pillow and grabbed onto his arm, whispering, "Robert, please."

He got up and reached for one of the condoms he'd left on the bedside table, quickly putting it on. When he hovered over her, positioned between her legs, she looked up at him with her eyes half closed, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him. Her mouth was open and he drove his tongue into it just as he entered her with one hard thrust. She half whimpered, half cried out in his mouth as she felt him fill her up so quickly. He began thrusting and then stopped suddenly.

Shit. Since when had his bed been so squeaky? He went slower and Georgie wrapped her legs around him, raising her hips to meet him and running her hands down his back until she reached his bum. The bed was still making too much noise and he slowed down further, trying to make it stop.

Then he felt Georgie cup his cheeks trying to pull him into her more quickly as she whispered, "Faster, Robert. Please!"

Fuck it, he just hoped Betsy was asleep already. He went hard and fast making Georgie whimper every time he thrust into her as she held onto him, trying to hold back his orgasm so they could go together.

She clutched at him, digging her fingers into him, whispering, "Robert!" over and over again as her body tensed. Then she began making low moans, as she gripped him tight to her, shuddering and he let himself go, groaning in her hair as all the feeling he had was centered inside her in that moment.

When it was over, both of them laid there breathing heavily, connected in every way. She rubbed his back and then put her arms around him to hug him tight, tightening her legs around him at the same time.

"I'm never letting you go," she whispered in his ear.