She released ahuhof sweet breath, clutched hissides in two ways, and Dutch closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to hers.
He’d been right.
Heaven.
He opened his eyes and hers were right there, warm andtender and hot and sexy and open and giving and Georgie.
“It’s done, you know that, yeah?”he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
“It’s done, Georgie,” he repeated.
“Yeah, honey,” she replied.
He got that from her, so he kissed her and only then did hestart moving.
The road to that point was a tussle.
The act was slow and deliberate, every stroke feeling like aminor miracle, but that wasn’t who they were and that wasn’t how it ended.
The same time Dutch needed more was the time Georgie caughthis ass in her hands and they had to stop kissing because Georgie was gasping,Dutch was grunting, he went in hard, and she rocked with him, encouraging himto go at her harder.
He caught a fist full of her hair against the bed and shescraped her nails up his ass, his back, and then curled her arms so she couldhold on to his shoulders, the better to take his fucking.
Phenomenally her pussy squeezed and released with eachthrust, and he knew when she lost control of that, and the tips of the goldheels she still had on dug deep into the backs of his thighs, that she was gonebefore she cried out his name, then whimpered, arching her body, her neck…
And he held on long enough to watch that, file it away, thenhe let go and shoved his face in her neck, her perfume filling his nose, therest of her controlling his senses.
He shut his eyes tight, his body tautened, he drove deep andshot hard.
His frame shuddered as he kept coming, and she finished hersand held on tight as he kept coming more.
He felt fluid when it was done and he settled into her, likehe’d ooze all over her, when his orgasm let go of him.
And he nuzzled her neck with his nose, drifted a hand overthe skin of her side, hip and thigh and held his weight in his other forearmfor a long time after.
Finally, he lifted his head and knew by the soft, dazed,affectionate look on her face the answer before he asked, “Worth the wait?”
And Dutch started laughing, still buried to the hilt insideher when she answered…
“Totes.”
Dutch switched off the light to the bathroom as heentered the bedroom after he’d cleaned Georgiana up after their third go, andhe saw her there, in his bed, on her belly, her hair everywhere, the sheet up,barely covering her ass where he’d tossed it after he’d taken care of her, andshe looked asleep even though she was awake.
Hottest thing he’d ever seen, Georgie worn out after Dutchput a fair amount of effort into making her that way.
Murtagh was curled in at her waist.
Dutch turned his head and looked to the bottom of the wallunder which his boot rested.
This meant he walked to the bed, knowing he was smirking,
He arranged her how he wanted her, their cat arrangedhimself how he wanted to be (tucked in at the bend of her body, since they werespooning) before he twisted and turned off the light.
He went back to Georgie, tugging her closer.
“Babe, you put a dent in the wall, throwing my boot,” hesaid into her hair.
