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Moving downward, he licked and sucked, teasing her breasts and her stomach as he trailed lower…and lower…his warm, ragged breaths feathering the softness of her inner thighs. Georgie melted into the pillows, his tender kisses and love bites leaving her panting and fisting the bedding and very, very wet.

Shifting slightly, his tongue stroked downward across the damp lace.

“Holy f—!” she gasped, lightheaded with anticipation. “Keep going, rip it off, like right off.”

Rolling down the material, Oliver paused, his gaze smouldering. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

He pulled the lace down farther, and Georgie wriggled free. Naked and wanting, she spread her legs wide and touched herself, the soaking extent of her arousal a surprise even to her.

Oliver settled between her thighs again, an awed smile curving his lips. “So wet, so mine.” Bowing his head, he locked eyes with her and kissed her once then gently parted her, flicking his tongue across her clit.

Georgie bucked, her breathy encouragement inviting a scintillating succession of circles and lingering sucks. She moaned as he coaxed and teased and slipped one finger, then two inside her. She grabbed his hair and tugged, her gaze half-lidded.

“You taste incredible, my god.” He gave her a lustful look. “Want to come on my tongue, pretty Georgie?” Not waiting for an answer, he teased her again with another wicked lick.

Writhing, she bit her bottom lip, stifling a scream. “Mmhmm.”

He thrust his tongue inside her. Her eyes rolling back, Georgie’s thighs jerked inward, but he pushed them wide again, licking and sucking amidst his satisfied sighs.

When was the last time she’d been with someone who asked what she liked and—fuck, did it matter? The past was best left there, especially when Oliver was taking his time, enjoying her. She let out a strangled moan, fighting the sensations building, taunting, threatening to tear away all control. Sex had never felt this good, and so she greedily held on, the spiralling, dizzying deliciousness stealing her words and every thought as she writhed beneath him.

Stroking her thigh, swirling her swollen clit and plunging back inside, Oliver groaned against her heat as Georgie couldn’t hold off any longer. Crying out, she surrendered as rolling waves of intense pleasure ripped through her one after another until she stilled, spent and deliriously satisfied.

Oliver propped himself up on an elbow, his hair a work of messy art courtesy of Georgie’s frantic hands. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.”

Her mind slush, his compliment didn’t register. “That was…” Georgie chased breaths and gestured with a floppy arm. “There are no words.”

“I have three: you are perfection.”

“All those things you did…with your tongue…”

Oliver crawled back up and held her close, kissing her tenderly as his hot erection prodded her stomach through the fabric of his underwear.

Hooking her fingers under the boxer’s elastic, Georgie tugged downward and he sprung free, grazing her belly button. “Whoops!” She pouted impishly.

Oliver smirked. “Naughty.” Yanking his underwear down his legs, he kicked them to the floor, and Georgie’s eyes widened.

It had been far too long, almost two years since she’d last slept with someone, and Oliver and his eager length standing to attention was more than worth the frustrating wait. While not as jacked as Kyle, his subtly toned body and slight softness suggested a life of books and travel was much more important than a six-pack of abs or bulging biceps. To Georgie, he couldn’t have been hotter. “You are so fucking handsome. You’re everything I’ve hoped for, and more.”

Her compliment brought a cheeky grin to Oliver’s face. He lay beside her, tracing barely-there circles on her stomach with his finger. “You took the words out of my mouth.”

He left a smiling kiss against her temple, and her appreciative gaze swung downward, snagging on a bird tattoo on his thigh. Just above his right knee, its wings were outstretched in flight and the tail was deeply forked. “Is that a swallow?” she asked.

“Yes.” Oliver scratched his brow. “I’m a bit of a bird nerd. Swallows are my favourite. They’re common in Sweden and the UK, and they winter in Egypt, as it goes.”

“I’ve seen them in hieroglyphs. What do they symbolize?”

“The dawn of new life, new love,” said Oliver. “They also represent safe journeys, loyalty, and homecoming.”

“I love that. It’s so beautiful, so you.” She skimmed her fingers along the trail of hair below his belly button. “On your back, sugar.”

Kissing her first, Oliver flipped over, his erection bobbing, beckoning. Not one to ignore such a sensual invite, Georgie inserted several fingers in her mouth for a good, hard suck, then curled her wet grip around him, the silky softness of his skin contrasting with how rock hard he was. As she glided downward…and back up, several beads of pre-cum seeped onto her hand.

Oliver drew in a sharp breath. “More. Please. Don’t stop.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Georgie pumped him again then tilted forward, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting his salty sweetness. Oliver twitched into a writhing groan, so she softly squeezed his balls and wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him as deep as she could with a long, steady suck.

“Georgie!” His shoulders rocked back into the pillows. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—FUCK!”