Georgia's POV
Nick's movements tonight were nothing like our usual rough, reckless sessions. He was slower, yet each deep thrust stole my breath just the same. It felt as if he was pouring something unspoken into me, holding me so tightly, as though letting go would shatter him.
I could sense it. Something was bothering him. But even with that heaviness, he clung to me like I was the only anchor he had left.
"Nick," I gasped, rolling my hips against him, desperate for more. "Move faster—I want you harder."
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, but his pace didn't change. "Ahh, my baby's so impatient," he teased, lips brushing mine. "If I fuck you faster, I'll come too soon. And I don't want to. I want to savor this moment with you."
My heart stuttered at his words. "You talk like you're leaving me," I whispered, searching his eyes. Then, refusing to let him control everything, I bucked my hips. "Fine—if you won't fuck me the way I want, let me get on top and do it myself."
