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She hates him. His stupid breathing. His stupid humongous telescope. His stupid hair, soft to the touch. She hates the way he bites his lip when he’s smiling amusedly.
Hate, hate, hate.
What she really hates though, is how she cannot seem to find it within herself to scrounge up even a morsel of it as she’s sitting perched on his lap, his hands gripping her thighs, right at the hem of her thigh high socks, while she looks down at him.
It’s not an even day.
It’s only so that she can produce an heir quicker, she tells herself.
Her dressing gown and his shirt is somewhere on the floor, leaving her in just her undergarments and him in his pants. She’s grinding down, hoping the swivel of her hips will help soothe the ache she feels between her thighs, and he’s just looking at her with hooded eyes, lips red and puffy, surely matching her own. He’s keeping his hands in the same position and not doing anything, which leaves her feeling slighted, normally he would be doing something by now, anything .
“George,” she lets out a frustrated groan. “Do something.”
She moves down to kiss him, but he moves back, only letting their lips brush, but never fully connect. She attempts to lean forward even more to make the connection, but he brings a hand to her throat and stops her.
“Beg.” he says while looking her in the eyes.
She freezes. “Pardon?”
“You heard me clearly,” he’s moving his hands across her thighs now, stroking them back and forth.
“Tell me what it is that you want me to do,” he says.
“I just said it,” she hisses. What the hell is he getting at?
He shakes his head, and he moves up so his lips are right beside her ear.
“I want to know how badly you desire it,” he whispers.
He’s nipping at her ear now, while bringing one hand to her center, letting his thumb gently stroke it through her through her underwear.
She gasps, gyrating her hips yet again to chase thay feeling, only for his free hand to grasp her waist to stop the movement.
“Damn you,” she growls.
He pulls back from her ear and looks her in the eye, and she swears up above that she sees a ghost of a smile.
“Go on,” he whispers and his thumb moves more intently, causing her to tilt her head back and let her mouth fall open slightly.
Hell.
“Please,” she breathes. “Make me feel good.”
That gets an actual smile out of him, but she only sees it for a second because next thing she knows he grabs the back of her neck and his lips have collided with hers.
Her mouth falls open against his and he slips his tongue in, swirling with hers and she lets out a moan which he swallows.
His mouth against hers feels so nice she almost doesn’t notice his free hand slipping past her underwear, fingers meeting her clit and stroking leisurely. He brings his hand that was previously gripping the back of her neck and circling it around her waist, pulling her closer and leaving them chest to chest.
Her small sounds of pleasure are muffled against his lips, but as he starts stroking her clit more feverently, she has to break away from his mouth to gasp. One of her arms are wrapped around his shoulders, while the other hand grasps his jaw, keeping her foreheads connected.
He moves his thumb to her clit, collecting some of her wetness with his fingers and slipping one in, and she lets out a moan.
He leans forward to nip at her lips. “Does her majesty feel good?” he asks, damn well knowing the answer.
He pumps his finger in and out of her, in time with his thumb stroking her clit, and she throws her head back and lets out a delighted sigh.
“Yes,” she breathes out. He starts moving his hand quicker, leaving her gasping and her mouth dropping open while her face screws up in pleasure.
“ Oh- ” she chokes out. He adds another finger, meeting little resistance, but before she even has enough time to react to the new edition, he starts moving his hand at an even faster pace.
She mewls and starts moving her hips back and forth, desperately trying to meet the pace. She moves to take off the nightgown she’s wearing so that all she has on now are the thigh highs.
“Look at me,” he breathes and she complies. His pupils are blown wide, expression fucked out, like he’s deriving pleasure from just watching her fall apart on his fingers.
He keeps eye contact with her as he applies more pressure with his thumb and crooks his fingers in somewhat of a come here motion and and she swears she sees stars as he hits right there .
“ Yes, yes, yes” she’s full on riding his fingers now, the arm he had wrapped around her waist earlier returns and squeezes her impossibly tighter, moving his hand to grip her ass, and guiding her movements on his fingers.
“Just like that, oh my God! Please, please, please ,” she has a hand in his air, fingers gripping the hair at the nape as she kisses him, tongues swirling, her teeth biting his lower lip and tugging slightly, pulling a groan out of him. He pulls back slightly to get a better look at her face.
“Charlotte,” he says her name like a prayer. “I want you to fall apart on my fingers,” he raises the hand he had on her ass and brings it back down, adding the sound of a slap to the room, already filled with their moans.
“ Fuck,” she sobs into his mouth, and she feels his smile against hers. He’s hitting that spot over and over again and her hip movements become wild and arrhythmic.
George starts kissing the underline of her jaw, reaching up the side of her face and lets his teeth graze her earlobe. He brings his hand down to her ass yet again, leaving a resounding smack! sound in the room.
“ Mm, oh-” she’s moaning unabashedly, she wouldn’t be surprised if any of the staff heard her.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” he takes her earlobe into her mouth, sucking and biting on it and crooks his finger right there and she’s a goner.
Her back arches, toes curl, mouth drops open as a raw, guttural moan escapes her throat and she’s orgasming, hips still twitching against his fingers trying to milk her climax for all its worth. He’s whispering sweet nothings in her ear, saying things like beautiful and that’s it .
She goes lax against him, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a tender kiss while he flips them over and retracts his fingers.
“I imagine that felt as good as it looked,” he whispers against her chest, kissing between her breasts and down her stomach, until he reaches her inner thighs, nipping at them.
She’s still catching her breath, chest glistening and heaving, while her thighs have a slight shake to them. She tugs on his hair as a signal to come back up and he complies, meeting her face to face.
She doesn’t say anything, instead reaches a hand down his trousers, stroking him at an even pace. He hisses, leaning into her touch and kissing her, groaning softly against her mouth.
He grabs her wrist to stop her movements eventually. “I would prefer this to last,” he chuckles and pecks her lips one more time.
He’s perched between her legs, and spreads them wider as he sits up, hands on her inner thighs to keep them in place. George’s hips push forward a little, and the head of his dick dips into Charlotte's entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he’s seated all the way in, they both let out a sigh.
George hands squeeze and encircle her thighs, pulling her closer so that her bottom half is resting on his lap. He then leans down with his hands placed on the back of her thighs, so that her body is obscenely bent nearly in half and she lets out a whine at the position, feeling so exposed as he maintains eye contact with her.
Then, he’s pulling out, almost to the tip, and then pushes in again, their bodies rocking with the force.
“O-oh,” Charlotte stutters, hips squirming in a needy plea.
She grabs both sides of his face and pulls him in for a kiss, letting out little grunts and whines against his lips as he picks up the pace. She grabs his shoulders for purchase and she lets herself get taken apart piece by piece.
“George,” she breaks the kiss and cries out.
He leans down and kisses along her jaw, her cheek, over her eyes, forehead, her nose. They could go back to hating each other after this, ignoring the fact that they’re doing this on an odd day, but she lets herself know that this man is hers , even if just for this moment. “Yes, do not stop, do not stop.”
He groans, rolling his hips down aggressively, pulling out and pushing in and working that same spot that has her going mad, drawing satisfied sounds from her mouth. “Charlotte, you are incomparable.”
He’s practically slamming into her now, and her hands are grasping at his back, blunt nails scratching down as he fucks her good. He hisses at the feeling.
“Trying to leave a mark, are you?” he asks.
She rolls her eyes. “You can handle it just fine,” she gasps.
Smack.
There’s a slight stinging sensation on her inner left thigh, where he brought his hand down. She’s only a little embarrassed at the reaction it brings out of her.
“ Fuck!” she moans, throwing her head back, the hands on his back only grasp harder.
“Yeah? Does her majesty enjoy that?” He has a little smile on his face, and he starts ramming into her now, headboard slamming against the wall in time with his thrusts.
“Yes, yes, ” she sobs, her mouth dropping open on a particularly hard thrust. “ Fuck , oh my god.”
He smacks one, two, three more times, alternating between thighs. He leans down for a kiss, still fucking into her, their skin slapping together wet and lewd. She moans, the sound loud and obscene even though smothered by his lips.
“I am close,” she says against his mouth, and he giggles against hers.
“Already?” he asks, teasing evident in his voice.
“Quiet, you.” and she tugs at his bottom lip, and then leaves soft pillowy kisses there, almost affectionately.
He pulls back and looks in her eyes, maintaining strong eye contact as keeps slamming his hips into her, rougher, faster. Her legs are a bit sore from being kept in the same position this whole time, but it’s a minuscule price to pay for how fucking good he’s making her feel.
“You feel so good, Lottie,” he whispers and she swears he’s trying to kill her.
“Keep going, please—there, there, ” she’s practically sobbing, delirious with want.
“Yeah? Gonna come?” he asks, and Charlotte nods frantically, spreading her legs more to allow him to fuck her harder, like he wants the bed to collapse.
He leans down, so that their chest to chest and presses wet kisses along her jawline until he reaches her ear and scrapes his teeth along her earlobe, and rams into her so fucking deep it makes her body curl up, back obscenely arched.
“Yes, George—God— yes,” a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whine is torn from her throat just barely before her orgasm hits her, coursing through her body so strongly she swears she sees stars. George groans, strong hands pinning her hips down as he fucks her through it.
His thrusts quickly become erratic and more desperate, until he follows her orgasm with his own after a final few thrusts, moaning out loud, and she rubs his back through it.
She’s still coming down from her own high, her body spasming and twitching as she pants, trying to catch her breath, and he’s pressing soft kisses into her neck, until he makes his way to her lips, capturing them in a slow, open mouthed kiss. He presses three quick pecks before separating completely, pulling out of her, allowing her to settle her legs back down on the bed, causing her to wince slightly at the soreness.
He flops down next to her so that they are laying side by side on their back, and it’s quiet, the only sound in the room being their slow breathing. Charlotte doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.
Then, seemingly without thought, George turns on his side facing her and gently grasps Charlotte, pulling her against his body. He wraps his arm around her waist and nuzzles his nose against hers.
“Shall I leave?”
It’s a sudden question. Normally, on an even day, one of them will just exit immediately without question after they’re done. But this isn’t an even day, and as Charlotte looks into George’s waiting eyes, she realizes that he’s wondering, same as her, if this day is different from the others.
“No,” she says. “Stay.”
He smiles and leans in for a long, lovely kiss and her insides melt.
And as she leans back and rests her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, she allows herself a moment to admit to herself that she doesn’t hate him at all.