Hey there! So this is my first attempt at this, so any advice is definitely welcome! FYI: The entire story is complete fiction.
Our story starts after a fight between Josh and Georgia, who have been dancing on the cusp of their first time together for weeks.
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Honestly, looking back at it, I feel like I overreacted. And I told him so while we were lying there in the dark after the episode had ended.
"I feel fucking foolish," I said quietly. We were laying on our sides, barely able to see each other with the clouds covering most of the moon. His hand was running through my hair, and mine was rubbing his chest, loving the feel of his chest hair under my palm.
"Don't," he told me. "I feel bad enough about the entire thing, I can't stand knowing that I also made you feel like you did something wrong."
"I should've just talked to you. But..." I paused, took a deep breath. "This is still so new, and I don't know what I can talk to you about and what's off limits. And on top of that, I've never been in a relationship with any kind of successful communication. So just know that I suck at it and that will be no different in our relationship."
"Well, you should know that you can talk to me about anything. You can ask me about anything. I'm an open book to you." I smiled to myself, loving his answers. "Hey Georgia?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you reference our relationship?"
Oh, fuck. "No, I don't think so." I totally had. Way to jump the gun, Halpert. That's the perfect way to scare a man off: give him a title and shove it down his throat.
"Ah, I thought you did." He sounded indifferent to it, so I thought I had gotten away with the white lie. "Because if you did, I was going to say communication is key for me in a partnership, so we can work on yours while we work on making this relationship incredible."
And cue the butterflies. "Oh, I wasn't sure if we--you know, most guys are completely against labels and titles and shit like that. So don't worry about--I didn't mean to say that, before."
He chuckled, and moved his hand to my cheek. "Georgia, I want to do this right with you. I want to have it all with you. I'm not embarrassed to be attached to you. I want to be your man, I want you to be my girl. I want every silly little thing and every big momentous thing that this relationship brings our way. And fuck other guys our age. They proved they were all idiots when they decided they weren't interested in dating you." He moved his thumb over my cheek, and then moved it downwards to rub my lips. "But I'm actually really grateful for every bad date you had, because without all of that I honestly might never have found the courage to ask you out."
"To be fair, you didn't really ask me out for our first date. You just suggested a trial, and I agreed."
"That's fair. But let it be known that I wanted that to be a date, badly. And that kiss at the end? I still think about that several times a day."
"Why's that?" I asked him, moving a bit closer.
"Because I had been interested in you for so long. I wasn't sure anything would actually happen. And then you kissed me back and... I was shocked, and relieved. And turned on."
"Yeah, I felt that," I giggled, feeling his foot touch mine, his hand moving from my face, and down my arm to my hip. "I definitely remember that kiss as well.
"Tell me why," he said quietly, squeezing my hip and moving an inch closer.
I inched over once again as well, able to feel his breath on my skin. "Because you took control." My words came out in a whisper, and I knew where we were headed.
"Do you like when I take control?" he asked me, his voice going deeper, still squeezing my hip, and edging me closer still to him.
I nodded, and thrust my hips involuntarily even though I still wasn't close enough to touch him, feel him. But he groaned at this. "I think you're remembering that kiss right now," he told me, feeling my hips move slightly as he spoke to me.
"I am," I breathed out. "I liked how you pushed me against the wall."
At this we both moved towards each other, our bodies pressed together but our faces still not touching.
"I'll be honest, I haven't ever been so demanding with a woman. But the way you responded? I didn't want to stop."
"I don't ever want you to stop," I told him.
And then I kissed him first. I know he had been waiting for it, so he didn't seem pushy after what happened earlier. And I loved that about him. But now I wanted this to continue. I was all in, and I hoped he was, too.
Josh was kissing me back, and I slid my tongue past his lips, and I felt his tongue meet mine. We were already so close but he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him. Immediately I moved my legs up so I was straddling him. I wanted to feel his hardness rubbing against me, so I started grinding, hard. I lifted my upper body but kept my hips glued in place, still rocking back and forth on top of him, keeping eye contact the entire time.
"Tell me you're wet for me," he said suddenly, and I moaned out loud just at his words. "I know you like dirty talk, G." He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, and just forcefully enough brought me back down to his face. His other hand was still on my hip, making sure I didn't stop thrusting against his rock hard dick. "Now tell me you're wet for me."
"I'm so fucking wet for you, Josh," I panted, knowing that I was soaking through my underwear more and more every second. He groaned and moved his hand from my hip, and a moment later I felt a light slap on my ass, causing me to yelp.
"I'm sorry," he said, grabbing my hip again but this time stopping me, his voice immediately concerned. "I didn't--I thought maybe you'd like that."
"Josh, I fucking love it," I whispered in his ear, moving my hips against him again. "I just wasn't expecting it."
"Goddamnit, Georgia," he grunted, thrusting up to meet my hips. "Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm dripping for you Josh, my pussy is fucking soaked." At this he flipped me over on to my back and climbed on top of me. He quickly unbuttoned my pants and moved off of me as he pulled them off of my legs. He then stood there, unbuttoning his own pants and pulling off his socks. He watched as I took off my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting my tits out for him to do as he pleased. I heard him moan quietly, taking in the fact that all that remained on my body was a skimpy pair of underwear. He finally removed his shirt, left only in his boxers, and then crawled back on the bed until he was hovering over me.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, causing me to gasp in surprise. "You drive me crazy, do you know that?" he said, looking up at me, and then moving on to the other nipple. My body was going crazy, I wanted him so badly, needed him. He sat up as he straddled me, his fingers replacing his mouth. He started tweaking my nipples, sending tiny jolts of pain and pleasure straight to my pussy. But then he stopped, and he moved off of me. He grabbed my ankles and slowly pulled me to the edge of the bed, only my back and head remaining on the bed.
"Show me how wet you are, G."
Fuck fuck fuck. I was trying not to rush, but it was so hard. I moved my hands down slowly, grabbing the band of my underwear, feeling my hands shaking. And I slowly slid them down. He had already seen me topless, he had seen my pussy, but he had never seen me completely naked. And yet, here I was, kicking my underwear off of my right foot, naked as could be.
The look in his eyes was everything I needed to know. He was thirsty for me. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He wanted me, just like this. No one had ever looked at me like that.
He bent down and pulled his boxers down, matching my nakedness. His dick stood up, so fucking hard, and I could see precum coating his head. He was so thick, I couldn't imagine how stretched I would be with him inside of me. He walked to the edge of the bed and reached down, tracing invisible lines on the inside of my thighs. I thrust again, against nothing, like a hungry slut.
"Tell me what you want," he said quietly, trying to hold it together, I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to pounce on me, fuck me, make me scream. I opened my mouth to speak but I felt him move closer to my pussy and I gasped instead. He smiled, and reached out to pinch my nipple again, causing another gasp of pleasure. "Tell me. What. You. Want."
"I want you to touch my pussy," I told him. I moaned as he continued tweaking my hard nipple, his other fingers so close to where I wanted them.
"Fuck, Georgia, tell me exactly what you want," he said, his voice breaking at the end. It was taking everything in him to keep his composure and continue his control.
"I want you to feel how wet I am with your fingers. I want you to know that I'm wet enough for you to fuck me, because I want you to so badly." I was begging him, and he loved it.
"You want me to feel you?" he asked. I nodded and then I felt one finger start at my ass and trace my lips all the way up to my clit. I cried out, loving how deliciously slowly he was moving up, and then eventually down my slit. Every time he reached my clit he would pinch it, causing me to scream louder.
"Georgia, your pussy is so fucking wet."
"Yes, yes! I'm so wet for you."
"Do you want to cum?"
