Georgia's POV
Nick's tongue was driving me insane. I couldn't think straight—my mind a tangled mess of heat and pressure. Every flick, every stroke made my head spin. It felt like my brain was about to short-circuit.
He devoured me with such skill, teasing my clit, tracing my folds, lapping up my soaking center like I was his last meal.
I was dripping. Drenched. And desperate.
Then he started to rise, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of burning kisses up my body. My thighs. My belly. My breasts. My neck. Until finally, my mouth.
His tongue had barely left my clit when his fingers took over, rubbing tight circles over the aching nub, making me writhe beneath him.
"You're really untouched, aren't you?" he whispered against my lips, like I hadn't already told him a thousand times.
"Yes," I gasped, barely able to breathe through the pleasure.
He kissed me again, harder this time. "I'll be gentle…" he muttered. "For now."
