Georgia's POV
His tongue was relentless, circling my clit while two of his fingers plunged deep inside me, curling just right, hitting every spot that made me crumble. The rhythm was maddening—tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, his heated gaze locked on me the entire time.
I shattered around him, crying out his name as the climax tore through me, leaving my body shaking. But Nick didn't stop—if anything, his fingers only moved faster, desperate, urgent, as if he couldn't get enough.
"Fuck, babe… you're dripping for me," he groaned, finally pulling his fingers out and grabbing my hips with a hunger that made my stomach flip.
Before I could catch my breath and completely ride down my high, he spun me around. "Turn around, love. I can't wait anymore."
My back arched as he lifted my right leg, his strength effortless, and then I felt the thick, slow stretch of him sliding inside my soaked core.
