"G-George, please..." Charlotte couldn't help but beg.
"Please, what?" George asked, stopping his actions to look at her with his deep forest green eyes.
Charlotte blushed, averting her gaze. Please what? She wasn't even sure herself.
George chuckled and the sound sent of electricity straight to her core. His hand moved from her entrance, but it brushed against it torturously slowly, causing Charlotte's hips to buck.
George's hand was now tracing her thigh, causing Charlotte to try to close her legs, but George held them apart firmly with both hands.
"Don't worry, you only need to say my name." With that, he slowly entered her until he was fully inside her.
Charlotte was left with her mouth open at the slightly foreign but slightly familiar sensation of being full, but she soon adjusted to the feeling.
'It really fit.' She thought.
When she felt that George wasn't moving, she looked up at him in puzzlement, only to see him looking down at her too.
