Roger woke, feeling strangely compete, when he heard Georgina sigh, he knew why. She was owning him in her sleep, her leg was possessively thrown across his thighs, her hand had cupped his breast, her thumb and finger surrounded his nipple. She had ground her valley onto his hip. He doubted it was possible for her to gain more contact with him.
He wanted to wake her with an orgasm but he knew if he moved he would leave a cold spot which would wake her and leave him with a feeling of absence which he would loathe. He managed to get his hand between their bodies, smoothly and lightly he progressed his fingers to her moistness. She was still saturated, when he separated their bodies enough to gain better access, she left a wet patch on his thigh which chilled quickly.
With a little more gentle wriggling he gained the room to work his fingers, he stroked her valley, which was slick with her juices, until he gained good contact with her clitoris. Roger fingered her very slowly, he wanted the feeling to be associated with sleep in her torpid state.
She whimpered and moved toward Roger trapping his hand, his finger was still free so he continued his tender contact. She attempted to move closer again but he was able to maintain finger room. He slid his finger over her nub quietly, he felt her little pebble harden she groaned and forced her nub into closer contact with the stimulation.
Roger decided her unconscious brain had associated the contact with sleep so he increased the pressure and speed of his contact.
Georgina was grunting it sounded a little like a snore, she was trying hard to exclude any spare molecule which has dared to interrupt her contact with Roger.
Georgina started grinding against his finger, Roger just held the digit still and hard against the contact. He laughed when her eyes flew open the look of unrestrained passion was one he would always remember. He had reveled in female flesh after his fiancee had suicided but for all the willing loins and orgasms never had he seen such raw feeling expressed in a look.
His pondering was shattered by a body which launched itself into his arms and kissed him as if it was starving for sustenance. Georgina was lying on him, she was using his erection which was firmly in her valley to stroke her through her orgasm. Her hips undulated she seemed anchored only by her lips.
Roger held his hands over the cheeks of her arse, he didn't move them, she caressed herself against his hands. Suddenly she collapsed, boneless.
"Good morning," she said.
"Have you finished using me?" he asked.
"You started it."
She rolled on her back and fondled her own breasts.
"Last time you came rubbing yourself up and down my valley," she pressed her breasts together, "can you come in here?"
She seemed so keen he said yes, but she was not really big enough. Still the joy on her face made it impossible to refuse. He clambered over her and positioned himself between her mounds.
"What now?" she said.
"I'll move, you trap me between your tits."
She didn't push her tits together, she rolled them, he could feel her rock hard nipples on the side of his cock. It was working it was a mellow pleasing, until he felt her mouth.
His eyes sprang open, "What are you doing?"
"It seemed lonely when you thrust it, so I thought I'd kiss it..." doubt crossed her face. "Is that OK?
He felt guilty that his reaction had eroded her confidence.
"Fuck, yes. How do you manage to be so wanton?"
"It's you Roger, I want you... I love you."
There was little doubt that they loved each other they had expressed the feeling freely but indirectly. This was a brazen declaration and it seemed so right.
"I love you too, Georgina. I love your courage, skill, humility, passion and I love the way you make me feel."
"Oh... me too."
They kissed, slowly, exploringly, passionately, sexually. When they broke the kiss they both felt oddly satiated.
"Roger, I don't want penetrative sex before we marry. I don't want suck, suck, fuck and sleep. Our sex is so much more exciting than a mere exchange of fluids."
Roger laughed, there was no confusion about what he was feeling his face was pure adulation.
"I suppose the hydraulics are only for procreation. You do get an incredible feeling of connectedness with your cock deep inside someone-"
She looked a little doubtful, he had let his mouth run away, "Can we get that feeling without fucking, I do have three holes?"
"Georgina!"
"Reggie hates it, Brielle says it's really nice and Lola is a pucker virgin. She said she'd like to loose her virginity to you."
"Fuck!"
How on earth Georgina managed to get so much information into a single sentence amazed him.
"I can't fuck Lola, I am as true to you as I can be," he said jokingly, "and it's not my birthday."
She smiled as he worked through the content, he hadn't reached the real bit yet.
"Do you want me to fuck your arse?"
"If you want to."
He just shook his head.
"Would that give us an incredible feeling of connectedness with your cock deep inside me?"
He was overcome, he kissed her, for two reasons he liked it and if she couldn't talk she couldn't confound him. He had never used a back passage. He discovered in himself a vestige of prudishness, was he puritanical? He wondered how he would feel about a woman who allowed him up there, it was lewd, profligate, shameless even.
She turned her head breaking the kiss, "Well?"
He could only be honest with her, it was important to him that he should be.
"Georgina, it is out of my sexual scope. You've heard the story of men not respecting women after they have had sex. I am not prepared to feel that way about you."
"What about the feeling of connectedness can we do without that?"
"Georgina, your smile, your love and affection, is all I need. The fact that I have never enjoyed sex so much with anyone else is a bonus."
"The connectedness?" she persisted.
"Lets save at least one joy for our wedding night."
Georgina's smile said that it was the right answer.
"Will you fuck my tits now and can I use my tongue?"
He hardened immediately, repositioned himself and drove his cock between her tits. It was good even though she had breasts that just fitted his hands, but good was surpassed with her tongue and mouth, every time he emerged from her breasts she licked or sucked or bit him.
That he didn't know what she planned only served to make it more erotic. The lust in her expression was the straw that broke the camel's back. Her luscious, lascivious grin, drove him over the top, he came.
He shut his eyes to fully engage his feelings, he slowed. Georgina's hand slid to his arse and she drove him, her tits were sleek with his come at her insistence he drove the last skerrick of pleasure from his orgasm.
He opened his eyes, ropes of come lay across Georgina's face like a pearl necklace. She had one eye shut to prevent his liquid silk from penetrating her eye.
"Oh Georgina."
His heart went out to her, she was so selfless, she only ever considered his pleasure. He went to lick it off.
"Don't!" she said, "rub it in."
"What?" he said, shocked.
"Rub it in, then I'll be able to smell you all day. It almost makes me as orgasmic as Reggie.
She lifted her hands from his arse and started working his spunk into her face and chest,
"It's a new cologne," she said, "Oil of Man."
"Population paste," he said.
