Georgia's POV
His first thrusts were maddeningly slow, a sweet torment that had me gasping and writhing beneath him. He filled me to the hilt and then pulled back achingly slow, making me clench my walls around him, only to push in again with just enough force to make me arch off the sofa. My body screamed for more, but Nick… Nick was in no rush.
"Oh my God... Nick," I panted, nails clawing at the cushions. "Stop teasing me…"
He smirked down at me, sweat already glistening on his chest. "But teasing you is half the fun. You look so fucking beautiful when you're desperate." His hips rolled again, this time a little faster, a little deeper, and the sharp cry that left my lips only made his grin widen.
"Ahh! Fuck!" I gasped.
Every drag of his cock inside me was unbearable heaven, stretching, filling, pulling me right to the edge only to slow again, denying me, making me crave more. My walls clamped around him harder, begging, pulsing, but still he kept that torturous pace.
