Jaime

It was almost funny how quickly George moved once she'd begun talking, but she knew that he wouldn't be able to last long with her practically begging for him to fuck her. He moved forward and pulled her panties down, pulling her legs up. He wrapped her legs around his waist and wasted no time pushing himself into her. She gasped softly, and arched her back. George started moving his hips hard and fast and Jaime swore under her breath. She clenched her hands into fists and moaned out. She tried to keep her noises to a minimum, but she knew that with the way he was moving, that wasn't what he wanted. Her gasps and moans grew louder with every few thrusts until she was moaning loud enough that she was sure if her parents were in the driveway, they'd hear her. "Oh...god. You--uh...harder."

George wasted no time As soon as he stopped her, he was in between her legs and cupping her breast. His lips moved up her neck and he bit down hard on it, causing her to gasp out loud. He kissed the mark and Jaime closed her eyes. His hands were squeezing her breasts roughly, but his kisses were soft and light in comparison. He growled against her skin and she squirmed underneath him. When George sat up to rid himself of his boxers, Jaime knew that it wouldn't be much longer. He wouldn't be able to deny her much longer with skin against skin. George surprised her when he said that he'd just leave her there. His fingers brushed her thighs and she whined in need. "It goes without saying, and you know it..." She closed her eyes and lifted her hips as best she could and bit her lower lip. They'd never done anything quite like this, and it was bringing something new out of her. Almost an animal of sorts. "I don't just want to have sex, I want you to fuck me. Hard."

George lifted his head to focus his eyes on getting her bra off. Had she not thought it would only make him tease her more, she might have laughed at the look on his face. He got it off quickly and tossed it aside before he moved down to bite and suck at a spot on her breast, while he massaged the other. She'd thought she might get away with giving herself some sort of friction, but George had never really been one to relinquish control. He questioned what he was doing before kneeling between her thighs. Jaime groaned when she was denied any further touch to the readily waiting area and tilted her head back. She didn't answer his first question, but lifted her head again at his second one. She bit her lower lip to keep from smirking at how undeniably sexy// she found all of this. "Yes sir." She said, probably too quickly. The thought of being left alone without feeling him was almost torture in and of itself. The longer Jaime stared at George, the harder it became for her to breathe when all she could focus on was how much she wanted him. She was laid out on the bed, nearly naked and bound. She was waiting for his next move, and she hoped that it would come soon.

George leaned down and nipped at the skin between her breasts before kissing it. Jaime rolled her eyes when he insisted that he was handsome, but he pulled his shirt and jeans off anyway. Jaime's eyes gravitated directly to the bulge in his boxers and she tugged on the handcuffs with a fake pout. "Is this because I laughed at you for being too gentle when you had amnesia?" She doubted this was some form of punishment. It was new and exciting, and very //very arousing. Jaime rubbed her knees together slightly, just enough to cause a bit of friction for herself as he pressed kisses over her stomach. She let out a small breath she'd been holding at the feeling, and shifting on the bed at the feeling of heat pooling further between her thighs.