Georgia's POV
"Mmm…" The sound escaped me the moment Nick deepened the kiss and added another finger inside me. His mouth was demanding, claiming, desperate in a way that matched the pounding of my pulse.
Every time his fingers moved, every drag of his breath against mine, sent another shiver rolling down my spine. My fingers clung to him. First his shoulder, then the back of his neck, as if holding him tighter could steady me through the storm he was building inside me.
He moved faster, his touch more insistent, and I could feel every nerve in my body light up. My mind blurred, slipping into that sweet, dizzy haze where nothing else existed but the friction of his hands and the heat between us. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe—only feel.
"Nick…" I whispered his name like a plea, my voice already trembling. "S-slow down—N-Not too fast, babe..."
