CHAPTER 11
George turned around to face Rachel after successfully convincing his mother that they would get to ‘work’ about those grandchildren she wanted. She smiled happily, in approval of their agreement before leaving to attend an event. George could see that his mother had warmed up to Rachel and was beginning to like her, he was thrilled to notice that.
He studied Rachel’s face and noticed she was smiling “A penny for your thoughts? What’s the happy event?”
Rachel snapped out of her daydream, the smile on her face disappearing as she turned around, preparing to leave. “Uh, it’s nothing at all”
“Are you trying to avoid me again?” George grabbed her hand before she could walk away and pulled her closer. He slid his hands around her waist, pushing her body to meet his, his face hovering just a few inches from hers.
“What are you doing?” Rachel tried to move out of his grip, but he only held her tighter.
George stared at her, his eyes focusing on her full rounded lips, tempting him to lean in closer for a taste “What do you think I’m doing?” With his arms around her, he pulled Rachel closer until her breasts rested on his muscular chest and her hips met with his growing erection.
Rachel’s eyes widened as she felt his massive bulge press into her. This shouldn’t happen again, she had to get out of his hold. As she tried moving back, George leaned closer and kissed her. He traced his tongue over her warm lips, the taste of it filling his mind. He had been fantasizing about their ‘bed experience’ since then, and now that he had her in his arms, he was going to get a taste of her.
Rachel melted against the touch of his lips. It had been so long since the day he stirred this fire in her, the fire only him could put out. She had tried so hard to stay away from him, thinking it would shake off any attraction she felt towards him. But just one touch of his lips, and her senses had turned to mush. Now, she was losing her logical reasoning all over again as her sexual hormones came alive.
Deepening the kiss, George lifted Rachel in his arms as her two legs came around him, interlocking at his back. Standing in this open hallway and doing all the things he wanted to do to this woman was not ideal – a closed room was definitely better. He held her and walked towards his personal library not too far from where he stood. With every step he took, his hardness rubbed against her core, causing him to groan softly and kiss her more aggressively.
The moment he entered the privacy of his library, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her, his tongue tasting hers. With her legs wrapped around him, George leaned closer and pressed his covered erection into her heated core, rubbing himself on her and quickening the pace with every move he made. They moaned into each other’s mouth, their minds drenched from the sensations of his hardness meeting with her dripping core.
Rachel twisted and squirmed in hot pleasure as the tip of his hard shaft through his trouser, scratched against her soaked ‘pant covered’ depth faster and faster. He felt so good. And this time around – all her common sense gone, she was going to get his whole erection inside of her. She wanted him. Rachel couldn’t explain why, but her body responded to him.
Reaching up, she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling his head for a deeper kiss. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other’s mouth, taste, everything…. Rachel leaned forward and rubbed her soft breasts on his chest making him groan with hot need.
George wanted her breasts in his mouth. This time around, he was going to get his fill. He lifted her and walked towards a wide sofa chair at the left side of the library. The sofa was as wide as an average sized bed. That should do. He gently placed her on the sofa, her legs still wrapped around him – refusing to let go as he settled above her. The flair gown she wore had moved up to her stomach, exposing her black pants and milky thighs. George grew ‘harder’, his body responding to the inviting sight before him.
He stretched out over her and leaned closer before taking her swollen lips in his mouth again. He kissed her with all the pent-up passion stored inside him and with both hands, he trailed her stomach, moving all the way up, seeking for the soft feeling of her enticing breasts. He reached for the spaghetti straps of the flair gown she wore and pulled them down her hands – revealing the milky luscious breasts he had fantasized about for months.
Rachel laid under him, her naked breasts inches apart from his mouth, his seductive tongue. And she didn’t care, all she wanted was to stuff her engorged breasts in his mouth till he couldn’t take in any more. She needed him to tease and taste her hardened nipples. And she needed it now. Reaching up, she held the back of his head and nudged him, bringing him closer to her breast. Just when he was about to taste one nipple, he paused, making Rachel moan in frustration.
“I love hearing that sound from your lips,” George whispered. He breathed on the nipple in front of him and watched as it contracted, getting stiffer, waiting for his tongue to ease the tightness.
Rachel watched in delight as George’s mouth finally covered the tip of her breast, he groaned in pleasure against her breast and the vibration of it made her moan in similar pleasure. He opened his mouth wider, taking in as much of her breast that he could fit inside, and sucked hard. Rachel moaned loudly, her heated core clenching hard against his hardness that was resting between her open legs. She lifted herself up slightly and rubbed against his hardness in reckless abandon – trying to satisfy the ache between her legs, moving in rhythm with how he sucked and tasted her breasts.
George nipped and sucked and tasted her delicious breasts, switching between the two like he couldn’t get enough of either of them. It would be good if he could stay like this forever. He heard her breath, coming in short gasps showing she was about to cum. Still sucking her breasts and nipple, he pressed down harder and pounded his covered erection into her over and over, rubbing fiercely – driving her wild as she writhed under him, groaning in absolute pleasure.
He felt it when she released. Her legs twitched around him and her creamy core clenched harder around his erection – in an effort to get a hold of it, threatening to overwhelm him with the desire to rip her pants off and sink his naked shaft into her hot depth, filling her up and riding her till she saw stars. But instead of doing just that, George disentangled himself from her body that was still going through the spasms of her orgasm, and rolled over to the side of the wide sofa, laying on his back.
Rachel laid on the sofa, trying to catch her breath. Why did he move away? That was not what she wanted. She wanted him to finish what he started. Turning to the other side, she glanced at him as he laid beside her with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open – breathing harshly, trying to get control of his body and raging hormones. She shifted her gaze downwards and noticed his bulge was still very present, so why did he stop? Was he irritated by her? Maybe she wasn’t as appealing as the beautiful lady from their wedding who should have married him at first…
“Is.. is there a problem?” Rachel whispered quietly, not even sure if he would hear her. If he didn’t want her, she would never come near him again. She had tried but couldn’t figure out why she was attracted to him, Rachel had even fantasized about staying here beyond the one year contract and building a family with him. What was wrong with her? She had less than ten months to stay here, and if her friend, Sophia was able to wrap up her father’s case quickly – she would be gone before the ten months were over.
George opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes falling on her still naked breasts. His dick twitched, reminding him of his uncompleted mission. He focused his gaze on the ceiling above him instead, breathing hard. “What do you mean?”
“Why did you stop?” Rachel muttered, watching him stare at the ceiling instead of her. “Is there something wrong wi…with me?” She reached for her dress straps, covering herself up.
George turned sharply in her direction, watching as she covered herself up with a sad look in her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re appealing to me. Really” It just made no sense why she would desperately want someone that looked like him when she could have a better looking man, a man that was pleasing to the eyes. He had gotten carried away with his desire for her, but the moment she had orgasmed under him, he had come back to his senses.
He could be wrong, but it felt like she didn’t like him. She probably just wanted him to satisfy her desire, to finish what he started the morning after their wedding. After that, she’d have no use of him since she had filled the ache between her legs. Of all the men for her to choose and love, what made him think she would pick him? Wasn’t he just a tool to satisfy her body until it was time for her to leave? Was he overthinking this? George hoped that he was and that was not her intention.
Lifting his head to look at her now covered body standing in front of the sofa, he got up and walked closer to her. Her eyes were brimming with tears and he reached out, wrapped her up in a warm embrace, his right hand patting her gently. Rachel melted in his arms, her hot tears trickled down her face. “It’s alright. I find you beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with you.” George whispered to her ears, his voice laced with sincerity. “I just feel like I’m in a rush. When it is time for us to finally make love, I want you to be really ready. I want you to ache for me because you really want me, not because I know how to touch you in the right places. That will be all for today”
And with that, he kissed her briefly, and walked out of the library – heading towards the bedroom to take a cold shower. Rachel watched him leave and she understood what he meant by his final words. She had to know what she really wanted, what she really felt for him.
And her final decision would be based on whatever Sophia’s evidence revealed.