Dream And George Kissing Novels & Stories

Slow, deliberate kisses that made her skin tingle. "George." "Hmm?" He kissed her knee. "What are you doing?" "Kissing you." Another kiss, this time on the inside of her knee. "Is that okay?" "Yeah. That's okay." His lips trailed higher, moving up her thigh. Kristine's dress had ridden up and she suddenly became very aware of how little fabric was between his mouth and— "God, I've missed your scent," George murmured against her skin. "Everything about you. Your skin. Your—" He paused. "You're already wet, aren't you?"

The next morning George woke me up with a kiss. He moved over my body and straddled me, and stared into my eyes. He was trying to read what was in there, and most of the time, he could, but I didn't even know what was in there. He dipped his head down and kissed me. It was a long kiss that had meaning behind it. Only I wasn't quite sure what the meaning was. He pulled my nighty over my head, leaving me in my panties.

She will always have whatever she wants, and how tricky she is right now. "Then you shall have it," George said as he kneel in front of his wife V, he opened her legs and got his first view of her bare pussy. It was beautiful and barely had any hair on it, her lips were tight and puffy, so delicate. He dipped his head down and inhaled her fresh smell. George licked from the top of her pussy lips to the bottom and she froze and held her breath. He came back up and did it again, and she moaned. He reached up, pulled her lips apart, and stuck his tongue right on her clit.

Clearly I felt something for him, didn't know what it was though. I remembered how I had stared into George's eyes that day, how magical it felt. He had cleaned up that day well, and was looking out of place on Earth, you know, much prettier than anything this damn planet could produce. He had leaned in for the kiss, and by everything holy, my heart had skipped a beat. Or two. “Okay, I have something to tell you." Annie let out, bringing me back from ‘dreamland'. “Don't you always?”

not like in the dream. Katherine blushed hard. Last night she'd dreamed of the earl, dreamed of him kissing her fingers one by one before wandering up over the back of her hand all the way to her shoulder. Then he'd looked into her eyes, whispered words she couldn't remember. She pulled him down for a kiss. Katherine's lips opened involuntarily as her breath hastened. This kiss... it was so sad that the dream ended there, but it was also a relief. Could she ever look the earl in the eye again if it continued?

This time when my eyes snap open, I’m not feeling so sad and lonely. I’m confused as ever and a little irritated. Scratch that, a lot irritated. He knew going in for a kiss would scare the shit out of me, and used it to wake me up. I sit up, trying to process what I just “dreamt” about. Who were those people trying to find me? Why was that guy so scared of them? Scared might not have been the right word… but he was definitely wary of them to say the least.

Slowly, he pulled me to him and kissed me again. I closed my eyes and reveled in his kiss. I didn't want to open them; I was afraid that this was a dream and I would wake up at any moment to find that this sexy, handsome, funny man was all in my imagination. I didn't even care that he was insanely wealthy. He liked me and found me attractive. Stubborn, perfectionist, goofy me. It had to be a dream.

Cierra's POV “Fuck.” That was all I managed to breathe out because George’s mouth was all over mine like I was some antidote to the diseases he carried inside his heart. His hands were everywhere...needy, desperate, frantic...like he’d been starving for me. We moved blindly down the hallway, still kissing, bumping into the wall, the door, each other. My hand found the handle and pushed it down. The door flung open, and in the next second, he pushed me gently onto the bed, climbing over me as if this was something he rehearsed.

Finally, I mustered up enough courage and pressed the play button. There, Elara was kissing George. Affectionately.