Chapter 84

Fiona's pov :
"Not just this, when I picked you up in my arms from my car to take you in your room, you held me so tightly and brought my face closer to you, and then-" he smirked and put his phone aside from the bed.
"Then what?" I asked furrowing my brows but I didn't remember that moment so I was worried about feeling more embarrassed in front of him.
He laced my arms on his neck and drew his lips closer to mine. "Then you kissed me the whole way from the parking area of the resort to the elevator. You were ready to have sex in the elevator but I stopped you from taking my clothes off so you-"
"I don't want to hear further." I interrupted him by putting my hand on his mouth.
His intense gaze on my shoulder and chest made me realize that I was naked and he loved watching that scenario.
As the heat spread over my cheeks, I knew that I was already blushing. I stole a glance and removed my hand from his mouth. He snatched this opportunity, pushed me on the bed, and sealed my lips with his. Before I could get enough of his sweet lips, he started licking my jaw along my neck.
My lips craved for more of him but my breath got stuck in my chest when his lips came in contact with my neck. His hands hugged my boobs and started massaging them, his mouth found a sensitive point between my collarbone and neck and kept sucking it and smooching it until I moaned loudly.
"That's my new favorite music!" He blushed and gave me a small pack on my forehead before again joining his job. I loved seeing him caring for me, being thoughtful for me. I loved every single thing about this man and there was no way I could find the old George in him anymore. It seemed like that was just a fake image of him that he created for himself, not to show that soft and kind side to anybody else.
He started kissing, flicking, and biting on my taut nipples one by one. Caressing one with his hand and taking the other one in his wonderful mouth. His hand stroked the flesh of my belly and hips while sucking hard on one of my nipples.
I could feel the fireworks in all my body parts where he was touching and kissing. I closed my eyes to feel his touch and the memories of that night played flashback in my mind. I could see myself tracing his chest and abs, licking his nibbles with my tongue in a very seductive way. Smirking and showing him my full confidence about what I was doing.
His head falling behind and his fingers buried in my hair, his sweet groans and moans when I touched and put his cock in my mouth.
Wait, what? I...I...did that? It's what he was talking about, his pleasure…?
My eyes wide opened when the flashback ended and I pushed him a little farther. "Did I seriously do that?" I pointed towards his bulge, brows raised in suspicion.
"Didn't you like that?" The perplexion displayed on his face.
His question made me realize that in reality, I was overreacting. I needed to be drunk to do that, that was my purpose, right? Then why was I feeling too embarrassed and shy to accept the fact that I wanted that and I enjoyed that?
I had to be confident enough to accept and make him believe that I wanted that. I took a deep breath and took his face between my palms and looked into his chocolaty eyes, "I-"
"You wanted that and preferred taking alcohol to be bold and have sex with me, right?" Before I could say anything, he probably read my eyes.
I suppressed my lips as I searched for the words and was gobsmacked after hearing his words.
"Why don't you accept that I know you better than yourself?" He winked and leaned forward to give me a small pack on my lips. "It was better that you passed out before we could take any step further because I didn't want our first to be a blur in your mind and I don't want you to feel forced either so I'll wait until you are completely ready to do it as a sober. I want you to-"
My lips claimed his, my brain was having clarification of what happened that night. We didn't have sex that night, I gave him pleasure by my mouth and then I kicked off my panties down to feel him inside me but I blacked out. And when I woke up the next morning, both of us were naked so I thought that we weren't virgins anymore. That's why I wasn't feeling any pain between my thighs.
We both were panting so hard after sharing an intense and devoted kiss so we rested our faces against each other. "Make love to me, baby!" I whispered in a low voice but enough loud to be heard, staring into his eyes.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I don't want you to feel forced or embarrassed, it means a lot to me, you are special to me. I can wait-"
"I can't. I don't want to wait." I cried out in frustration, where I was trying to be confident and bold, he was turning me down. I didn't lower my gaze for once to show him that I was sure and confident about my decision.
His eyes had so much confusion and concern for me, I didn't like that look in his eyes for me because I wanted to see lust and desires in his eyes, at that time. "Are you sure? It'll hurt-"
I shoved him into the bed and now I was towering over him. My hands started caressing his arousal from his boxer, my eyes still locked with his, he groaned in response.
A smirk danced on my lips in victory. My lips found his neck and started licking and kissing it very slowly. I stopped on a sensitive spot and sucked it, he grabbed my ass and rolled on the bed so I was under him.
"Make love to me, baby!" I mumbled in his ear, lingering my lips on his earlobe.
George was breathing heavily though he managed to make me look into his eyes. "I wanted to say it romantically but I can't hold it in my heart anymore. I love you! I love you in every way, in all the manners. Shy, bold, sweet, naughty, sexy, or anything else, I love you in all of your versions. Maybe for other men, it's about heat and lust but for me, it's very special and emotional. I want you to feel happy with me in all situations. Seeing you smiling and blushing is what I always picture in my mind before and after sleeping. I've waited and controlled myself for a very long time and when you are ready for this, I'm feeling nervous." He blushed like a ripe tomato and I was ready to eat him.
Were we already in the confession phase? He was confessing his love for me? The popular playboy of my school uttered the most romantic things to me, the tough boy was being all sweet, caring, and soft for me.
I would be lying if I said that my heart wasn't racing, I could feel my heart banging in my chest so rapidly. When he was feeling nervous, I needed to be his backbone and take the case in my hand so without thinking much, I laid him on the bed. "Thank you for loving me and always making me feel special!" I rested my head on his chest and heard the most calming sound, HIS HEARTBEAT.
"I need you to breathe. Please, never leave me alone even though the situation is the worst! I'm not the best guy in the world, I knew that you deserve someone better than me but I tried, I tried so hard to be the guy whom you would want, love, deserve. I'm still not the perfect boy but I promise that I'll try my best to be the man you want." He took my hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand gently.
"You know what, George I wanted this morning to be passionate, hot, and memorable but we can do that in the night or maybe some other day. Currently, I just want to hug you and talk to you about all the things that you never shared with me," murmuring, I made circles on his chest.
"And you shouldn't think about what I deserve. For you, just one thing should be enough that I want you." I uttered in a bossy tone, he had to follow what I said because I didn't want him to think about that thing ever.
He laid his hand under my head and caressed my hair and shoulder. "I love to see you playing with my body and you don't even know how cute you look while doing all these things to me and being all bossy."
I smiled from ear to ear. "May I ask you something?"
"Unless the question is about my length." He smirked and winked at me.
"You know very well how to talk sweet, dirty, and everything, huh?" I slapped his arm. He was an expert at changing the atmosphere from romantic to erotic.
"Mmm-hmm!" He kissed my forehead, pulling me closer so that I could feel his hot breathing falling on my face.
"I want you to explain your tattoo to me!" I put my fingers on the Spanish words.
He beamed and blushed. Jeez, I loved his red face. "I love the drunk, demanding, and bossy Ana." He asserted in a husky voice. "How and when did you find that?"
"When I was staring at your tattoos in the morning," I regretted as soon as I realized that the words came out of my mouth before I could evaluate. I was a nerd of a romantic novel with whom a bad boy falls in love and changes himself completely for that nerd. In my case, my boy wasn't a bad boy at all, it was about some wounds of the past that took a little longer to heal.