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George watched her starry-eyed. He'd not expected it would be this good first time round. He stared into her sweet face, overwhelmed by her beauty, speechlessly happy she was so comfortable with him. June moaned and panted. Her breasts were swinging up and down as she rode him, and he fervently wished time would stop and swallow them to prolong the moment forever. He held her sides with his hands to feel her smooth skin, and to exert further pressure every time their pubic bones touched.
June ran her hands over his chest and when she found his nipples she pinched them firmly. George drew his breath sharply, and she grinned at him. Then she bent down to kiss him sweetly on the lips, put her arms around him and rolled over.
"Go for it, baby!' she urged him on. "Fuck me hard! Make me come..."
George drew up his knees a little and grabbed June's hips. Then he lunged forward and used the muscles of his buttocks to give it to his sweetheart good and hard, looking at her face all the while. June's breathing got more and more ragged, and when she could hardly stand it anymore she clasped his hips with her legs and spurred him on with her heels while she pulled him down on top of her and squeezed his shoulders with her hands.
She came hard, with a shudder, moaning into George's mouth and contracting around his cock in ripples. George needed a few more strokes; but he came hard upon June's heels. She felt his seed spurt into her in blasts, warm and wet... He collapsed on top, with his head beside hers, panting hard, stroking her cheek with his left hand, waiting for his racing heartbeat to slow down and his breath to go back to normal, blissfully happy.
So was June. When her orgasm had subsided she affectionately squeezed George's cock with her pussy walls, and turned her face his way to kiss him. "Happy, too, baby?" she whispered.
"More than just happy," George answered in a low voice. "Over the moon, my love!"
She looked in his eyes and she saw it was true, and by his happiness she knew that the long period of drought John's slanderous campaign had caused her had stopped then and there, and that anyone trying to prolong it would find their armour impenetrable and strong, stronger than the sharpest snide remarks they might launch. She took George's head in her hands. "Thank you so much, baby," she said. "You're the best that ever happened to me! Do you know Christina Rossetti's 'A Birthday'? That's exactly how I feel." She quoted it softly, and George's heart sang.
"To stay," he added, and kissed her.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 years agoHmm. Rereading after several years and not remembering the story. I found myself expecteng, a little, a jailbreak from the bad guys and a more dramatic (second) rescue.
Good story, BTW.
MoMiner64Meteover 3 years agoThis reader enjoyed the story. If English originated in Britain why do the Brits find it necessary to say their work was written in British English. It seems like that is redundant. I guess I ought to go back and preface all of my work and say that they were written in American English.
If I have one criticism of the work, it is the unrelenting use of “He said” and “She said” when it was clearly evident of who the speaker is, he said. My comment is meant to be constructive rather than a cheap shot. I hope it is taken in the spirit that it is intended.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agothe middle of page four. Suddenly they’ve calling each other ‘baby’. That and how they talked during sex just seemed out of character.
However, anyone who plays oboe and listens to Dolly Parton can’t be all bad.
Anonymousabout 5 years agoIt is very interesting that the Americans think that they invented the English language. Maybe they should read more British novels rather than cheap American paperbacks to learn how to speak and spell properly like the use of the letter “u” in words, lol!
WilCox49almost 6 years agoI'm another from across the pond from you. This, and your other stories I've read, do show from the diction (as well as the locations) that you're English, but I certainly don't mind. I like it just fine, when the writing is good, and we have plenty of bad writers over here.
(It can be confusing on occasion, I admit. If I hadn't encountered it before, I'd have wondered about going out into the garden to mow the grass. But you certainly should write in the language you use, unless you have a reason to do otherwise! (Over here the garden is flowers or vegetables, and the grass is in the yard.))
I'm assuming that the flan morphing into a quiche was an error, not a linguistic difference. And when they were interrupted, near the end, by Rachel, George's thinking that this means they're done for days or weeks mentions June, but I think you must have meant Joan.
My only real complaint is that it seems just a bit unlikely that the police would have been prepared to devote so many resources to June, so quickly. Good thing they did, though.
An excellent story! Thank you!
