Page 73 of The Charmer

"Neither do I."

He kissed me, and I opened up without any restraint, without overthinking. For the first time, I wasn’t questioning why this was happening. And my God, it made such a difference. I felt everything much more intensely: his passion, his unbridled need to explore me.

He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, then licked the upper one. I instantly became wet. Then he kissed me again, and our tongues moved wildly. His hands were on my body, one over my ass, the other one at my hip, moving lower until his fingers brushed the hem of my dress and then my bare skin. A current of awareness traveled through me. He groaned against my mouth, and then he pushed my dress farther up. I grew even needier. Every cell in my body clamored for more of his touch. When he revealed my panties, he stopped touching me. I moaned, rolling my hips, trying to get him back.

Then I felt two of his fingers slip inside my panties, brushing my bare skin and my clit. I nearly broke out of my skin. The current of pleasure rocking me was so strong that my knees trembled.

"Fuck, Georgie, you're already so wet for me."

I dropped my head back, enjoying feeling his fingers on my body, touching me intimately, pleasuring me. He was moving them slowly up and down.

"Georgie, do you want to stay here with me tonight?" His voice was trembling lightly.

I knew what he was asking. "Yes, I want to be here with you. I want you, Julian, so damn badly. Please, just please..."

Chapter Eighteen

Julian

"Please, what?" I asked, keeping my hands still. I needed to know exactly what she wanted. "What do you want me to do to you tonight, Georgie?”

“Anything you want. Anything."

Carte blanche was more than I’d imagined, and I planned to put it to great use. I'd been fantasizing about having Georgie for far too long. It felt like years. Like a lifetime.

"Please touch me more," she begged.

The next second, I pushed her dress up, not even bothering to find the zipper. It was elastic at least, so I didn't rip it. I was about to explode.

Except for the panties, she was completely naked under her dress. No bra. Her breasts were exquisite, round and perky and begging for my attention. I licked one nipple. It was hard already. Her breath became more labored as I put one hand on her pussy. With the other, I was teasing her nipple. I needed to get her to the bedroom, though, so I took my hand away.

She gasped. "No!"

"Let's go to bed, Georgie."

“Where’s the bedroom?”

I took her hand, leading her down a corridor. There were a ton of rooms in the presidential suite, but I opened the first door we came to. This room was huge.

Georgie tugged at my fingers, and I looked at her over my shoulder. Her eyes were fixed on the bed. She'd covered her breasts with one arm.

"Georgie?" I asked, pulling her toward me so we were facing each other. She was averting her gaze again. "Did you change your mind?"

She didn’t reply.

"You can tell me anything."

If she said she wanted to leave, my dick would probably go on strike. I'd get blue balls for life. But it didn't matter. I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable, first and foremost.

"I'm just... I feel a bit self-conscious walking naked through the suite—"

I growled. "Self-conscious? Georgie, you're a beautiful woman. You don't have anything to be self-conscious about."

She finally looked at me, and I turned her around. The room was semi-dark, but there was enough light coming from the corridor so we could see each other in the mirror. It was huge, spanning the whole dresser.

"Every curve, every part of you," I whispered in her ear, "is absolutely gorgeous."

I ran both hands over her breasts, circling her nipples. She responded deliciously: gasping, jerking her hips slightly forward.

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