Georgia's POV
Nick's movements were swift and sure—the kind that always made my pulse excited. His shirt was gone in seconds, and his pants followed, tossed aside carelessly until there was nothing left between us but air and desire.
"Move a little," I murmured, urging him sideways until we both came into view in the mirror. The sight alone—his gaze locked on mine, the reflection of us standing so close, so bare—sent a shiver down my spine.
I turned my head slightly to see myself before I opened my mouth and swallowed him up. The look on his face, the mix of restraint and surrender, made me smile.
I watched him hiss and roll his head back before his hand rested on my head, as I started to move up and down his cock. My right hand covered the part of his length that my mouth couldn't reach.
