"Hm," George hummed as he sat on the bed behind me, his hands immediately going to my shoulder blades and rubbing at them intensely, working the knots out from behind them, "how long has it been since we'd had time alone?"
It was a rhetorical question, but I had the answer. "Since before Dhani was born." I told him honestly, remembering how George had saved me from being a single parent once he and the band had returned from America in 1964 and my relationship with John had ended.
"And now it's just you and me again, Em," he paused, continuing to massage my shoulders, "Nance, Dhani and Jules are at school and Jack's asleep downstairs."
We took a few seconds to savour the silence of the house, my heart feeling oddly heavy at the thought of it. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning but there was nothing to do; the cleaner had finished with the house and had already left, and we had no other staff. The Beatles had finished work on their latest album 'Abbey Road', so George didn't even need to go into the studio. It was just George and me.
A wicked thought came to my mind.
"Y'know what we haven't done in a while?" I asked with a smirk on my face as I turned my head over my shoulder and looked at him.
"Gone at it like wild, love struck teenagers?" George asked, only half-jokingly.
I giggled, nodding. "Yes," I agreed, "but we also haven't tried anything new..."
George smirked, knowing where I was going with this. "What were you thinking?" He asked.
"Well," I turned around completely so that we were facing one another. I looped my arms around his neck and moved my lips closer to his, though being very careful to not connect them yet. I wanted to build the suspense, "Jack's down for at least another hour or so -"
Unable to take the pressure, George pressed his lips against mine, and we kissed for several seconds very softly. It was perfect, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. It amazed me how George could still make me feel like a teenager in love.
"I just want to make love to you, Em," George practically begged, going onto his knees and slowly moving me backwards so that I was lying on the bed, "please let me show you how much I love you."
"You've never needed permission, Georgie..." I combed my fingers through his hair and he groaned. I tugged on the strands and he whimpered. He was like my own personal puppet. With every tug and twist of my fingers, a different sound escaped from his gorgeous lips, and I swallowed them all up with my mouth, entwining my tongue with his, letting him take control.
George nudged my one of my legs with one of his own and I bent both of them at the knee, very quickly bringing one of them up and hooking it around his back, pulling him closer to me. George began to grind against my core and I moaned loudly, crying out as the material of my shift dress rode up and my panties became very visible, a damp spot proving how wonderful George was making me feel in that moment. He sat back only long enough to appreciate my body before his hands left my sides and began to undo his belt and the buttons of his denim jeans.
It seems like we had all the time in the world and yet we were rushing to get our clothes off - or rather to be as close to one another as we possibly could be. George pushed his trousers and underwear halfway down his legs and then he turned to my body, bending his head and pressing a harsh kiss to my clit over the top of my panties. I squirmed and breathed out in ecstasy, wishing that he would give me some more pleasure and stop fore playing.
I needed him.
"Georgie..." I moaned out, my hands going to hold onto the metal footboard of our bed as my husband pulled my knickers away from my body at an agonisingly slow pace.
"Patience, Em," he warned in a low tone which sent a red hot shot of lust to my core.
"Georgie..." I keeled, trying to catch his eye with my own... but George was too busy looking at my leaking cunt. "Please don't make me wait, George," I begged shamelessly, "it's been far too long -"
"You're just so beautiful," he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. He didn't tear his eyes away from my leaking core.
"Are you talking about my cunt or my face?" I asked him daringly, knowing that he hated it when I used such appalling language.
His eyes shot up to mine and I smirked, knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted him.
"Both." He ducked his head and began to kiss the inside of my thighs. I bent my legs once more and dug my toes into the blanket below us, squirming uncontrollably as I began to feel his hot breath against the place where I needed it most. "It fascinates me," he said, "how you've brought three children into the world with this cunt and yet it still looks as beautiful as it did when we were teenagers."
I blushed at his words, my mind going blank and my embarrassment fading as soon as his rush tongue flattened against my already-throbbing clitoris.
I screamed, and George lapped up and down me, devouring me like I was the best thing that he had ever tasted. I saw stars behind my eyes and lost myself, shattering entirely. My insides convulsed and I fucked my hips against his face uncontrollably.
"Already, luv?" George asked rhetorically, sitting back on his knees to watch my pussy clench around nothing, "I expected better from you by now -"
"I-I can't, George..." I cooed, "a-as soon as you s-start talking l-like that -"
"Well you've had your fun," George took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times, watching it for several seconds before he turned his attention back to me. I had been watching his cock, rubbing my legs together and aching for him once more. I could feel the beginning of a second orgasm - how long had it been since I had lusted after him this badly? During my last trimester with Jack, I had been hard to coax into having sex, and George had suffered because of it - which I was very sorry for, now. I had missed so much of him, and I hated the thought of that.
"Please, Georgie," I begged, "give me it."
"Give you what?" He spat in the palm of his hand and used it to slick up his cock, readying it for me. His thumb slipped over the head of his cock, catching the precum and spreading it around his length. I watched, transfixed entirely. "Give you what, Em?" George asked again, bringing me back down to Earth.
"Your cock." I replied seductively. "George, please fill me up with your cock. Stuff me."
George leant forward and pressed the blunt head against my entrance. My pussy clenched at the thought of having him inside of me, and George must have sensed the movement against his length. He pushed in, immediately grunting in delight and satisfaction as my inner walls clutched at him.
"So good, Em," he moaned out, "so tight," he kept pushing in, "not going to, ugh!" He bottomed out. "Not going to last long -"
"Fuck me..." I whispered into his ear, leaning up just long enough to speak.
And he did just that. George set a brutal pace from the very beginning, pounding into me and clutching at my hips, pulling me ever closer to his body. Being like this with him felt divine. The room stunk of sweat and sex, the only sound was the slapping of our skin as it collided.
I moaned, feeling the knot in the pit of my stomach threatening to uncoil.
"I'm going to -"
"Hold it!" George ordered as he continued to fuck into me, one of his hands going to my clitoris. He palmed it harshly and I cried, feeling my eyes brimming with tears because of how good I was feeling.
"George, I -"
"Me first." He continued to chase his high, very quickly finding it. I somehow managed to hold my second orgasm at bay until he came, though I lost my control as soon as I felt him explode inside of me, his hot seed painting my inner walls and filling my womb.
He collapsed on top of me, though he was very careful to support his own weight. I could feel his cock softening inside of me, my cunt fluttering at the thought.
He chuckled and I knew that he had felt it, too. "You're insatiable." George pulled out of me and laid on my right. I joined my left hand with his right, running my thumb along the callouses on the inside of his hand. "You were amazing, Em."
I smiled. "So were you."
"God, you drive me mad." George turned his head to look at me. He smiled. "I love you."
"Oh, Georgie," I replied, "I love you, too." I kissed his lips softly and he kissed me back. We parted after a few seconds and just stared into each other's eyes.
"I want us to spend forever together."
"We will." I promised. "You're it for me, George." I paused, "you and the children are the only things that I need to keep me happy -"
"Then you'll be happy forever."