Mine, yours, mine... George reveled in the idea of being hers, of having her as his own. His secret. Her guilty pleasure. This body, not young, and yet...
"God, I love when you're young and I can just fuck you."
George mouthed at her throat, loving the gasping sounds she made with every thrust, so different from the way she usually was. A leg wrapped around him, giving him a new angle and he groaned, pushing deeper into her. Shoving. Feeling the chill of the plaster against his arm as he lifted her, held her, kissed her and fucked her, this woman he loved.