one look from you

George

George, too, is a giving person, and that is true in the bedroom as much as it is in any other facet of his life - ironic, perhaps given his occupation, but here we are. Which was why, when given the option to simply take what he could get, clean up, and be on their merry way, he was so strongly against it. Hotaru had made him feel wonderful, and she deserved the same treatment. Was it just that she wasn't used to generous lovers? Perhaps she was used to being the one who gave rather than received? He wasn't sure, but he was certainly going to have to show her a good time.

"It was my pleasure," he reminded her with a chuckle, the crease smoothing from his brow. But he couldn't help the niggling doubt in the back of his mind. "And you deserve to feel good, too." He kissed her gently. "Just - tell me if you want me to stop," he told her softly, wanting to be sure she knew that this was only fun if they were both enjoying it.

He leaned into her, kissing her once more, raising one hand to tangle in her hair, gently tugging her head back so that he could trail a line of kisses down her neck to nip at her collarbone. The other hand teased along her spine before skimming around her ribcage, his thumb brushing the curve of her breast, with each brush teasing closer to her nipple, wholly unhurried in his desire to explore every inch of her.