Her release was like permission, as if his body needed the tight clench of her body, her arms, her fingers in his hair, her nails in his skin. Wordless sounds of pleasure echoed through the room and he dug deeper, searched harder, panting against her throat as he chased...
And then he was just there, awash in pleasure, hands desperately scrabbling over her damp skin to pull her closer, closer, inside himself if it would get her any tighter around him. "You," he gasped, but it was the only word, quickly replaced by urgent sounds, groans and gasps as his body took over.
He was glad she was young, right here, right now, gasping and pressed against the plaster as he fucked her, filled her, pulled at her skin and kept her tightly around him, pushing into her as long as he could.
George panted against her shoulder, tightening one arm around her, his other hand pressed to the doorframe for support. "Fuck." His cock slipped from her in a rush of warmth and he hissed, then crushed his mouth to hers. Who cared if she'd caught her breath?