A soft huff of laughter escaped him. Of course she was. She knew him inside and out. Better than anyone...except Fred...
Her tongue swept over his fingertip as her teeth clasped it, then let go in favour of his cock. "God..." Her mouth surrounded him, suckling at his softness, urging it to swell and harden on her tongue.
He still wasn't entirely sure why she was here, what she had planned, or if this was as off-the-cuff as his going to her place had been, and then her tongue tugged at him and he forgot why he cared. She was on her knees, and his cock was in her mouth...
Fuck...
Thank Merlin for the wall... George's hands moved restlessly over her shoulders, her neck, through her hair, turning her careful curls into gingery disarray. It became a struggle to keep his eyes open, to watch the crimson curve of her lips moving lower on his cock, to watch her hand grasping him. The dark flutter of eyelashes as she looked up at him, then turned back to her task...
Her fingers caressed him, exploring, stroking. George gasped softly, the exhale a low moan. "God. Yeah..."