george harrison imagines

slower, babe.

"ohh baby." i groaned softly as he smirked down at me, holding my right hand loosely above my head.

he dipped himself in and out of me slowly as he slipped his dark lustful eyes shut, keeping the pace just how i liked it, soft and slow. it was nights like this that made me cherish the brief moments we would spend without the threat of paparazzi or beatlemaniacs. it was just him and i.

"slower, babe." i breathed as a smile gently crept its way onto my lips.

george obeyed my request almost immediately. he rolled his hips lightly against mine.

"o-o-ohhhhhh!"

"oh julia." he moaned onto my neck.

our bodies slowly moved in sync rubbing along one another's. our moans in perfect harmony. i loved every inch of him on top of me, making sweet tender love to me.

"oh god george." i called out into the dark room in which we made love in.

this motivated him to keep steadily moving inside of me as shaky moans escaped through his lips.

making love was sensational. we both reached our climaxes and fell asleep soundly throughout the night.