A/N Okay, so yeah, here we go *deep breath*. I have never written this kind of content before. I've certainly read a lot (heh) but still, not going to lie that I am pretty nervous about posting it. I hope you all enjoy it and if you do, please do leave a review.
"I love the look of you, the lure of you
The sweet of you, the pure of you
The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you
The east, west, north and the south of you
I'd love to gain complete control of you
And handle even the heart and soul of you
So love, at least, a small percent of me, do
For I love all of you"
- Cole Porter, All Of You
"Well, well, sneaking out are we, Fraulein?" said Georg, leaning against the door, his gloves held in one hand.
Maria tried to still the mad beating of her heart as he stared at her. There was a very determined look in his eye but he made no effort to move, he just continued to watch her as he casually put one leg over the other and crossed his arms.
"No," Maria said, and she dangled the chiffon scarf in her hand, "I left this in here." She walked out from behind the couch to stand in front of his desk that faced the locked door, and added, "I came back to get it."
He simply raised an eyebrow at her and said, "It couldn't wait until morning?"
Georg was having too much fun, it never ceased to amuse him how much she squirmed and tried to be calm when she was clearly anything but. He could see her gaze was constantly flicking to his throat, where he had removed the bowtie and Maria Theresien cross and unbuttoned the top of his shirt.
He pushed off the door and walked towards her, and he saw her take a small step back and bump into his desk.
"Perhaps…" he said in a low voice as he moved closer to her, throwing his gloves on the desk, "You were hoping to find something else in my study?"
"Perhaps," Maria echoed, unable to take her eyes off him as he approached her slowly.
With a languid hand, he took the material from her unresisting grasp and let it float to the ground. He let his hands rest briefly on the top of her shoulder before he dragged them slowly down her arms until he reached her wrists. Gently grasping one small hand, he slowly tugged off her glove and let it drop to the floor with the scarf. He did the same thing to her other hand before trailing his hands back up her arms again, then along her shoulders and up her neck until he was cupping her face.
"Did you find it, darling?" he purred.
Maria's body was on complete edge and all she could manage was a small nod of the head. His eyes were boring into her and she felt her body shiver in anticipation. Instinctively she wet her lips and bit down on her bottom lip, and she caught the way his eyes flicked to look at her mouth. She didn't know what he was waiting for but it was slowly driving her mad. While she had told herself she had come down here to just get her scarf, it had been a lie - and a pretty pathetic one at that. She had desperately hoped he would still be here and they could continue whatever had started on the terrace at the party this evening.
She was startled out of thoughts as he finally brought himself closer to her and his lips descended on hers. She threw her arms around his neck as his tongue swept across her bottom lip. Parting her lips, she let him deepen the kiss as she felt him grab her waist to bring himself closer to her. She let out a moan as he nipped at her lower lip and begun to kiss down her neck before moving to suck gently on the soft spot behind her ear.
Georg was trying desperately to hold onto his self-control but the sounds of Maria sighing in his ear and the way she responded so eagerly to him was making it extremely difficult. Though, he was determined to enjoy every minute of it, they barely had any alone time since their engagement except for a few stolen kisses here and there. And the thought of having her alone, when the rest of the house was sleeping, was utterly intoxicating. But he didn't want to overwhelm her, or frighten her, with the intensity of how she made him feel.
She had one of her hands in his hair and the other had reached the front of his chest to grab the lapel of his jacket and pull him closer. The sounds of her panted breathing as he continued to leave hot open mouthed kisses down her neck and nip at her exposed shoulders were only encouraging him and sent a wave of pure desire right through him. He let one hand graze underneath the swell of her breasts and press through the material of her dress, her sigh of pleasure making him grip her tighter. He let his teeth graze against the delicate skin of her shoulders again as he pushed his hips against her.
"Ohh, Georg," she sighed, and Georg felt her press back against him.
Everything was on fire. All Maria knew was that she needed more, the ache between her legs was slowly building and she desperately needed something, anything, to ease the tension. Georg practically had her pinned against his desk and she let her body press up against the length of him and she could feel his arousal low against her stomach. It sent a heady thrill through her.
Pushing herself up on the desk, she let her body take over – it seeming to know what it needed to do. She wrapped her legs around him and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to pull him towards her. The pleasure that she felt bloom as his hips slotted against hers was intense. She was sure she was making noises like some kind of wanton but she didn't care. All she wanted was the feel of his mouth hot against her skin and whatever he was making her feel to never stop. Her fingers moved to grip his shoulders as his mouth returned to hers, his tongue caressing her own in a heated battle.
She pulled back to catch some air and she caught sight of his eyes, which had darkened considerably. His hair was tussled and a dark lock was falling in front of his eyes. It was this side of him that she was craving so desperately; the devilish rogue she had heard about and caught brief glimpses of. She ought to have been terrified, but the champagne thrumming through her veins had left her head in a daze and all she craved right now was him.
"Maria," he breathed, his voice was deep and rough, and the sound of it sent shivers down her spine.
"Yes?" she panted as he took a step back from her.
Georg swallowed and looked at the woman in front if him. The thin straps of her dress had slipped down off her shoulders and her hair was a messy golden cloud about her head. But her face, oh, her face would be the death of him. Her lips were pink and swollen, her cheeks flushed and her normally bright eyes were nearly black. She had her hands gripping the edge of his desk as she sat perched on it. The tips of her stocking clad toes were just grazing the top of the carpet as she swung her feet idly with her ankles crossed.
Taking a calming breath, he said, "If I unlock that door, I will not be angry or upset if you want to leave and go back to bed."
"But I-" she started to say.
"If you stay," he continued, "I'm afraid I will not be able to hold myself back any longer."
He saw her eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up, "That-that was you holding yourself back?"
"Yes."
She stared at him for a moment as she pulled the straps of her dress back up on her shoulders and then said, "Those things you said to me at the party, about, um, taking my, um, you know…" She dropped her gaze and he saw her face flush red. "Do you really want to do that?"
"Yes."
Georg watched as she slowly hopped off the desk and he felt his heart sink, she was going to leave. He shouldn't have scared her off by saying those things to her. But to his surprise, she didn't walk to the door but instead crossed the short distance to him and then turned around. He stared at her back slightly nonplussed for a second before his eye caught sight of the zip and he realised what she was going to let him do.
With great care, he grasped the tab of her zip and gently slid it down her lower back. He could see the top of her silk underwear and the matching suspender belt that wrapped around her slim waist as the dress hung open. As his eyes drank in the sight of her, he realised her back was completely bare and it occurred to him she wasn't wearing any bra at all. Gently, he dragged his fingers lightly up her spine and he heard her shuddered breathing. His fingers reached the straps of her dress, and hooking a finger under each one, he slowly slid them down her arms and then let the dress fall into a chiffon puddle at her feet.
Walking right up behind her, he moved a hand to gently stroke the underside of one breast as he dropped his mouth to her neck. Her panted breathing and soft moans as his hands continued to tease her were slowly driving him insane, but he held tightly onto his restraint.
He let his fingers finally graze against one nipple, which tightened as he lazily traced over and around it. Encouraged by her broken sighs and the way she was squirming underneath him, he pinched lightly and was rewarded with her low moan as she pressed back against him. Moving over to the other breast, he continued the same languid teasing, not quite touching her nipple but gently circling around it.
Maria could barely remember what her name was as she felt Georg's hands on her breasts for the first time. If she had thought she had experienced pleasure before, she had been wrong. It was nothing compared to the way he was making her feel now as his long fingers continued to trace under the swell of her breast. Her hand gripped the strong arm, which had wrapped around her waist, to try and keep herself upright. And she could feel his lips still moving hotly against her neck until he suddenly bit down as he plucked at her nipple. She couldn't help the loud moan that escaped her as the sting mingled with the pleasure in the strangest sensation she had ever experienced.
She felt his hand leave her breast and trail down until his thumb hooked under the top of her suspender belt. He ran his thumb under it until he came to the small of her back and gently twisted her around to face him. Instantly she went to cover herself but he grabbed her hands.
"O-ho, no you don't, my darling," he drawled as he pushed her back until she felt his desk against her again. "You have no idea how many times I have dreamt of seeing you like this. You're breathtaking."
Georg let a hand cup one of her breasts as he ran his thumb over the pink nipple. She looked utterly divine with her flushed face, and her eyes fluttered shut as he drank in the sight of her naked chest. So many nights had been spent dreaming of how she would look and feel, but nothing could have compared to the reality of her. He could feel the tug of his own arousal as his let his fingers roll a peaked nipple, and watched as her eyes flew open and her lips formed a perfectly pink "o".
He felt her hands grasp again at his jacket and pull him towards her. He caught her swollen lower lip and gently nipped before he let his tongue seek hers. The kiss was more fervent than any of their kisses they had previously shared. His hand moved into her soft hair and the other snaked around her waist to pull her flush against him. Hooking his hands under her thighs, he swiftly lifted her up and sat on her top of his desk. Her eyes locked with his as he undid the first catch on her suspenders, and he kept his eyes glued to hers as his hands slid behind her knee and trailed up to undo the second one.
Maria felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched Georg kneel down in front of her and slowly roll her stocking down her leg, his mouth following as he did so. Before she knew it, he had undone the other two suspenders on her other leg and was sliding the nylon down her legs. She felt awfully exposed sitting there with nothing but her suspender belt and knickers on. The blush on her face deepened and she felt it spread down her chest.
But his hand was tickling a soft spot behind her knee and she felt all thoughts fly out her mind as she felt his fingers graze against the inside of her thigh. Her hands gripped tightly on the edge of the desk to try and hold herself upright. His hand was so close to touching where she needed it the most, and she was both incredibly aroused and mortified at the same time. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down on her lip to try and stop the sounds she could hear escaping from her own mouth.
Maria felt him stand up, and she opened her eyes as he cupped her face with one hand and brought his mouth onto hers in a searing kiss. He had himself standing between her legs and she could still feel his other hand on the inside of her thigh. Letting her hands leave the desk, she moved them to grip his broad shoulders, and she could feel the burning heat underneath her hand even through the layers of clothes he had on. It dimly occurred to her that she was practically naked and he had yet to take any article of clothing off, but this thought immediately vanished as she felt his fingers along the edge of her underwear. Her nails bit down into his shoulders and she shuddered as she felt his finger trace along the side of knickers.
The sound of Maria's whimpered moans as Georg fingered with the silk of her panties, caused an unbridled wave of lust to course through his veins and he felt the throb in his groin that he tried desperately to ignore. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, and the heat he felt radiating from between her legs was overwhelming. He suddenly felt like he was seventeen again and his hormones were in overdrive.
His hand still hovering on the edge of touching her, he looked to her face and managed to ask, "Are you sure, Maria? There is only so much restraint I can employ."
Her eyes opened slowly and he watched as she licked her swollen lips.
"I'm sure," she said, her voice husky. Her dark eyes gazed up at him and she whispered, "Please, t-touch me."
A groan tore from his throat and he pressed his hand completely against her. He watched utterly enthralled as she arched her back and pushed herself against his hand. He had been so determined to be slow with her, but she responded to everything so eagerly and so openly it was taking all of his discipline to not rip off his own clothes and take her right there.
Reaching behind her, he pushed the few items that had been left on his desk and then gently eased Maria back until she was lying on the desk. She looked like a virgin sacrifice with her arms thrown over her head, and unbidden the image of her in some flowing white dress with her hands tied floated across his inner eye, but he hastily dismissed it. But not before he realised how fitting that description was of her. She was an angel, and she was all his.
Returning his attention to her, he hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them down her legs before he lazily drew his hands back up her thighs. His fingers finally reached her centre, and he groaned as he felt the wet heat under his hand. With feather light touches, he gently coaxed her legs open until he felt her relax more. He looked up to her face and saw she had eyes closed as she squirmed on the desk. Instinctively, he reached for his trousers and tried to ease the strain on his arousal by adjusting the fabric.
"Maria," he purred, "Open your eyes."
Maria opened her eyes and the sight of Georg standing over her, his eyes blazing made her want to shut them again. She was feeling embarrassed at being naked in front of him and it had been easier to just shut her eyes. Turning her head, she averted her gaze but he tilted her face towards her with his free hand as he leant over her.
"You are so beautiful like this," he said, as he placed hot and quick kisses on her parted lips.
She could feel the hand he had between her legs still stroking against the place that seemed to be made of nothing but exquisite pleasure. And the pleasure was just building and building, but so was the ache and need for more. She felt his fingers stroking over her centre until he slipped a finger inside of her and she nearly cried from the feeling. Maria was sure she heard him mutter a curse and she felt him slide in a second finger, stretching her in a myriad of tumbling sensations.
His mouth had left her lips and was trailing down her throat and then down across her collarbone. The next thing she knew was his hot mouth on her breast and his tongue was flicking over her nipple before he took it gently between his teeth. The sensation of his mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs was driving her insane and she could feel a delicious tension building. His hand twisted against her centre and his fingers brushed against something within her that made her cry out as a wave of pure pleasure rolled through her body. Desperately trying to hold onto some semblance of control was proving useless, the things he was making her feel were making thinking impossible. And she was sure if she even tried to speak, she would make no sense at all.
There was the feel of cold air against her nipple as his mouth left her breast and claimed her mouth again in one luxurious kiss. But she could barely respond to it as she arched her back, trying to gain more friction against his hand.
"Darling," Georg said in her ear, nipping at the soft patch of skin that sent shivers down her spine. "Look at me."
It wasn't a request and her eyes opened, locking with his. Any feelings of embarrassment she still had were forgotten as his gaze burned into her. The look of utter adoration on his face was impossible to look away from.
"I want to see you come apart," he whispered, his voice like velvet. And she felt his fingers curl inside her and she felt the incredible tension there increase and felt a low tug in her stomach. "You're so close, darling, just let go."
And she did. His fingers continued to stroke and twist inside her, and then the tension reached an incredible new level just as everything burst. She felt the waves of pleasure roll through her body and she pressed herself hard against his hand and her arms instantly went to grab any part of him she could reach, her nails digging into him as she clung tightly, his name on her lips.
The dizzying rush subsided and she could feel his hands moving over her naked torso, slowly stroking the sides of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered opened and she saw he was looking down at her, his brow slightly knitted in concern.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes," she said, breathing heavily. "Though…"
"What is it, Maria?" he asked, helping her sit up.
"You didn't take my suspender belt off."
A/N Thanks for reading! I hope it was all right. Was definitely a, um, fun challenge haha