Love You Forever (The Restricted Chapters)

Chapter 8 - Alone Part I

Robert was happy and excited, but also nervous, as he got ready for bed. Georgie had gone to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take her pill and he undressed while he waited for her, putting on a pair of boxers. After a hesitation, he put on a t-shirt, then sat on the bed and waited for her. Tonight was an important night. Since it was Georgie’s first night in his home, he wanted to make sure she felt comfortable, not wanting to put any pressure on her to do anything she didn’t want to.

When she came into the bedroom, she looked surprised to see he’d changed. He was surprised too. She had changed into pajamas he remembered used to belong to Betsy. The bottoms had a small print of cartoon monkeys all over them and the top had a large monkey holding a banana, with the caption, ‘I’m bananas for you!’ written in large letters. It was funny to see Georgie wearing something so silly and he had to work hard not to laugh, but he thought she looked adorable.

He pushed his hair out of his eyes so he could see her better, trying to see if she was as nervous as he was. She smiled at him shyly and blushed, before she looked away. She was definitely nervous. When she’d finished putting away her clothes, she walked up to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she reached him, she nudged her knee between his legs, and he parted them so she could stand between them. He hugged her lightly around her waist and smiled up at her. She smiled down at him and began running her fingers through his hair.

“Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” he replied just as quietly.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, he couldn’t help holding her a little tighter and then buried his face in her stomach, overwhelmed with desire, wanting her so desperately. He kissed her stomach and then looked up at her, trying to see if she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Robert?” she said quietly, smiling down at him.

“Yeah?”

“This is a very small bed.” It was true, the bed was a single, much smaller than the king sized one they’d shared in the flat.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. Then she climbed on his lap, straddling him. She wiggled a little on him, letting him know she could feel how much he wanted her. He couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him because of how it made him feel.

“Then I think we –,” she said, then kissed him playfully. “Are going – to have – to be – very close – tonight,” she continued, kissing him lightly at each pause.

“You do?” he whispered huskily, because his throat wasn’t working properly anymore. She nuzzled his ear, making him groan as he felt her hot breath on him.

“Do you have your condoms?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes, I do,” he whispered back.

“Good,” she said, and then she kissed him for real, her soft lips on his, warm and wet, and minty from her toothpaste.

He felt her tongue touch his lips and he opened his mouth for her. She pushed her tongue in, searching for his tongue and wrestling with it, making him groan again. She moved on his lap more, rubbing herself on him while her tongue rubbed on his and he couldn’t help sucking it, and then chasing it into her mouth, making her whimper.

He slowly helped her lay on his bed and looked at her for a moment lying next to her propped up on his elbow. Her hair was fanned out on his pillow, her eyes filled with desire for him, her body still moving a little from how rubbing on him had made her feel. She reached for him, pulling him to her so he was half lying on her, and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue back in his mouth while she rubbed his back. Her hands went under his t-shirt so she could feel his skin, touching him all over and he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have her. He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt and boxers quickly, then helped her remove the monkey pajamas.

When he saw her lying on his bed completely naked, her beautiful pale skin glowing slightly in the dim room, he laid on her, wanting to feel their bodies pressed together, their legs entwined. Her skin was soft under his hands as they went all over every bit of her he could touch while he kissed her, driving his tongue in her mouth, taking possession of it.

He rubbed himself on her thigh while she writhed underneath him, her hands rubbing all over his back and then down to his bum, grabbing onto him and pulling him to her, pressing him against her more. He groaned quietly and then moved his mouth lower so he could kiss her neck, tasting it and making her breathless. He moved down further until he reached her breast. He nuzzled it, making her nipple harden as she writhed more underneath him, then began suckling. She cried out and arched her back when he latched on and he froze and immediately let go. Shit, he forgot.

Georgie looked at him, her mouth open a little as she panted slightly. “What?” she asked.

“We have to be quiet,” he whispered. “Betsy’s just on the other side of that wall,” he said, motioning to the wall next to the bed with his head.

They’d never made love with anyone around before, and he’d never thought about how much noise they usually made, especially Georgie. He’d never been one to make a lot of noise while making love, but she was wonderfully vocal, and he loved hearing how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her, and had become more vocal himself since he’d been with her.

Georgie immediately looked embarrassed. “You don’t think she heard me, do you?” she whispered.

“Nah, you weren’t that loud,” he lied, not wanting to lose the moment with her. “She won’t hear a thing as long as we’re quiet.”

He nuzzled her breast again and then latched on, rubbing his tongue on her nipple as he sucked. She writhed and panted as she rubbed her hands all over him, whispering her moans. He moved to the other breast to do the same, and she whimpered as she clutched at him and then let out low moans. He loved hearing the different noises she was making as she tried to be quiet. He moved lower, kissing his way down her stomach but it was difficult since there wasn’t enough room and he had to move so he was half off the bed, cursing its small size in his head.

When he got between her legs and put his mouth on her, it was too much for her. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her face to muffle her loud moans and cries as she writhed, feeling his lips and tongue on her.

Tasting her, making her lose control so that he was the only thing she was feeling in that moment, was wonderful. He loved taking over her mind and body like that, making her belong to him. When he felt her getting closer, her body tensing and then beginning to shudder, he latched on to her, sucking on her as she rode out her climax, arching her back and crying out into the pillow.

When she was quiet and her body went limp, she pulled off the pillow and grabbed onto his arm, whispering, “Robert, please.”

He got up and reached for one of the condoms he’d left on the bedside table, quickly putting it on. When he hovered over her, positioned between her legs, she looked up at him with her eyes half closed, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. She reached up and put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him. Her mouth was open and he drove his tongue into it just as he entered her with one hard thrust. She half whimpered, half cried out in his mouth as she felt him fill her up so quickly. He began thrusting and then stopped suddenly.

Shit. Since when had his bed been so squeaky? He went slower and Georgie wrapped her legs around him, raising her hips to meet him and running her hands down his back until she reached his bum. The bed was still making too much noise and he slowed down further, trying to make it stop.

Then he felt Georgie cup his cheeks trying to pull him into her more quickly as she whispered, “Faster, Robert. Please!”

Fuck it, he just hoped Betsy was asleep already. He went hard and fast making Georgie whimper every time he thrust into her as she held onto him, trying to hold back his orgasm so they could go together.

She clutched at him, digging her fingers into him, whispering, “Robert!” over and over again as her body tensed. Then she began making low moans, as she gripped him tight to her, shuddering and he let himself go, groaning in her hair as all the feeling he had was centered inside her in that moment.

When it was over, both of them laid there breathing heavily, connected in every way. She rubbed his back and then put her arms around him to hug him tight, tightening her legs around him at the same time.

“I’m never letting you go,” she whispered in his ear.