Delicious, naughty little boy... George let her move him, press his hands to his sides, and gave himself over to her rough kiss when it came. The flavour of her smeared between them and he sighed, then groaned as her hand wrapped around him.
Stroked him. He could feel his own wetness smearing in her palm.
He struggled to think, but it was hard, her lips still so close to his, her breath warm against his mouth. "I..." He moaned again, a soft sound that filled the quiet of the room. "I don't know," he whispered. "It was hot, and too quiet, and I didn't want to be alone."
Her hand continued to move, making his hips move restlessly as he tried to be still. It was a game, he knew, but still, to obey, hard to do and delicious at once.
"Your bed was cool," he finally managed. "I was going to sleep. But it smells like you, and I couldn't help myself." A turn of his head brought his lips into gentle contact with hers. "All I could think of was you..."