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Their movements became more urgent, their breaths coming faster.

Myst could feel his heart pounding against hers, their rhythm matched as if they were made for this moment.

He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, making her gasp.

George paused, looking into her eyes, seeking permission.

Myst nodded, her breath hitching as she whispered, “Don’t stop. ”

He continued, his touch gentle yet firm, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

He watched her, his eyes never leaving hers, adjusting his rhythm to her responses, learning her body as if it were a song they were writing together.

Myst reached for him, her hand wrapping around his cock, drawing out a low groan from his chest. She explored him, her touch growing bolder with each stroke, each gasp she elicited from him.

“Myst,” he growled, his voice strained with restraint. “I need you. Now.”

She guided him to her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slowly, carefully entered her.

They both gasped, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match.

He began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, building a rhythm that had them both clutching at each other, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding as one.

Every touch, every kiss was a testament to the connection they shared. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room like a symphony.

Myst felt her climax building, a wave of pleasure that started at her core and radiated outwards. George sensed it too, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He reached between them, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot, circling it in time with his movements.

“George,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper as the wave crested and crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her back arching as she cried out his name, her eyes locked onto his. He followed her over the edge, his own climax ripping through him, leaving him shaking and breathless.

George collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his body damp with sweat. Myst curled closer to him, her breathing just as ragged, a soft, sated smile playing on her lips. They lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in sync.

“Wow,” Myst whispered, her voice barely audible. “That was...”

“Yeah,” George agreed, his voice gruff. He turned to face her, his blue eyes soft and tender. “It was.”

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Myst leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them again, she found George watching her, his expression serious.

“Myst,” he started, his voice hesitant. “I... I don’t know how to do this. Any of this. But I want to figure it out. With you.”

Myst felt her heart swell. She took his hand, threading her fingers through his. “Me too, George. Me too.”

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of happiness.

“I need to shower,” she murmured at last, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

He hummed thoughtfully. “That sounds good. Would you mind if I joined you?”

She was very far from minding. Levering herself off the bed, she held out a hand to him. “What are you waiting for?”

Under the steady cascade of the shower, they resumed their exploration, water sluicing over their entwined forms as George pinned Myst against the cool tiles.

His touches, once tentative, now became bolder, more confident, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

And she, in turn, revelled in the sensations he evoked, the way his strong hands seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to pleasure her.

“That feels so good,” she gasped, arching her back and pressing herself more fully against him .

“I know,” he breathed against her neck, his voice gruff with desire. “I can’t even tell you...”

Their movements became more urgent, their passion mounting as the water enveloped them in its liquid embrace.

George caressed her curves, his fingers mapping every inch of her slick skin as if he were memorizing her body.

The steam from the hot water billowed around them, enveloping them in a private world of their own making.

Myst moaned softly, her head tilting back in ecstasy as George’s lips trailed down her neck, his tongue flicking against her racing pulse.

“George,” she gasped, her voice shaking with desire. “I want-”

“I got you,” he murmured, claiming her lips again in a searing kiss before trailing his way down her damp form, going to his knees at her feet and pressing her knees apart gently.

His tongue and lips danced against her sensitized skin, leaving a blazing trail in their wake.

Myst clutched at the cool tiles, her nails scraping the smooth surface as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy, hot tongue tracing over her clit until she broke.

“Oh, God, George,” she gasped, her eyes screwed tightly shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Dimly, she was aware of him standing again, lifting her up effortlessly and pressing her against the wall.

Myst wrapped her legs around George, her arms circling his neck as he entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Their moans mingled, echoing off the slick tiles, as he began to move within her, his pace matching the steady rhythm of the water cascading over them.

She opened her eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze, now darkened with desire.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her securely as he drove into her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She clung to him, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Myst,” he growled, his voice low and primal. “You feel incredible.”

She could only nod in agreement, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Their connection was raw and intense, a primal dance as old as time itself. She felt herself building towards another climax, her body tensing as he drove deeper and deeper into her.

George must have sensed her approaching peak, as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

“George,” she gasped, her voice barely a whimper. “I’m... I’m going to...”

“Come for me, Myst,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let go.”

And she did. Her body convulsed, her scream of pleasure echoing off the tiles as she rode out her climax, her nails digging into his shoulders. George followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his own release, his arms tightening around her as if he never wanted to let her go.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies still joined, their hearts pounding in unison. The water continued to rain down on them, its steady rhythm soothing their heated skin. Myst rested her forehead against George’s, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.

Eventually, he gently set her down, her legs unsteady as she found her footing. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his expression soft and tender.

“That was...” she started, but words failed her. She settled for a simple, “Wow.”

George chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Yeah, wow,” he agreed.

They stood there for a moment longer, their bodies still pressed together under the steady stream of water, neither wanting to break the connection. Eventually, George reached past her to turn off the shower, the sudden silence filled only with their soft breaths and the dripping of water.

He stepped out first, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist before holding out another for her. Myst stepped into it, allowing him to envelop her in the soft cotton. He rubbed her arms gently, drying her off with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking up at him.

George smiled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Thank you,” he echoed.

They padded back into the bedroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the steamy warmth of the bathroom.

Myst slipped on a plush robe while George pulled on his boxers.

She watched him as he moved around the room, his muscles flexing beneath his tattoos, his hair damp and disheveled.

He was ruggedly handsome, yes, but there was also a comforting presence about him, a solidity that she found herself drawn to.

George caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “See something you like?” he asked.

Myst laughed, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. “Maybe,” she admitted, crawling onto the bed and sitting cross-legged.

He joined her, stretching out on his side, propping his head up with one arm. His eyes traced patterns over her face, as if he were trying to memorize every detail. “You’re beautiful, Myst,” he said softly. “Inside and out.”

She felt her heart flutter at his words, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. “And you’re not so bad yourself, George Dennis,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips, feeling the rough stubble against her skin.

George captured her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before entwining their fingers together. “You know, when I first met you, I never imagined we’d end up here,” he admitted, his thumb absently rubbing circles against her hand.

“Neither did I,” Myst confessed. “But I’m glad we did.”

They shared a soft smile, their eyes locked onto each other, the connection between them palpable. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a meeting of souls, a recognition of something deeper and more profound.

“So, what now?” George asked, his voice tinged with both hope and uncertainty.

Myst took a deep breath, her gaze never leaving his. “Now, we take it one step at a time. We explore this... whatever this is between us. And we see where it takes us.”

George nodded, his expression serious. “I like the sound of that. But... what about your life? Your career? I don’t want to complicate things for you.”

Myst’s expression softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re worth the complication, George. And as for my career... I’ve always been private about my personal life. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

George’s face broke into a wide grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Together,” he echoed, pulling her down beside him. Myst snuggled into his embrace, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.