Helen’s POV:
After washing the dishes, George walked out of the kitchen and said, "Go and change your clothes."
I got up from the sofa, changed my clothes and went out with George happily.
The street in the suburb was nearly devoid of cars.
George drove us downtown.
Compared with the suburb near my home, the city center was very lively with many people coming and
going on the street.
At last, George parked the car in the garage of a high-end community and took my hand as we walked
into the elevator.
"We’re going to your home?" I asked belatedly.
"Yeah."
Ever since we became romantically involved, George had been the one who came to my house and
stayed over without invitation.I had never been to his house.
And today, he took me to his home.
Many things were self-evident.
The elevator went up to the top floor.
When we walked out of the elevator, we had a broad view of the New York City.
George stood at the door, fiddling with the door lock.
Then he grabbed my hand and pressed my finger on the fingerprint lock several times until the voice
prompt announced that the fingerprint had been recorded.
Then he grabbed my shoulders and positioned my face in front of the camera on the lock so that my
face could be recorded and recognized.He didn’t let go of me until the voice prompt announced that it
was done.
"Your fingerprints and facial recognition have been recorded.From now on, you can come and go as
you like."
He opened the door and led me into the apartment.I thought this was the house he lived in, but it was
empty save for a few basic decorations.
There was no furniture in the house at all.
My lips turned down in a frown, disappointment clouding my face.It turned out that this was not his real
home.
On one side of the living room was a huge French window, and on the other side was an open-air
balcony.No matter where I stood, I could see the night scene of the whole city.
A house in this location and of this type must cost an astronomical amount.
There was no way I would be able to afford this place in my life.
Outside the window, there were gorgeous fireworks blooming on the huge electronic screen of a tall
building in the distance.
In the square below, people were shouting the countdown in unison.
When they counted to , George hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Happy New Year,
Helen."
The fireworks on the electronic screen shone brightly and the light fell on my face from time to time.
"Happy New Year."
We stood on the terrace and enjoyed the comfort of each other’s embrace.
Even though we were very high up, we could still hear the sound of merriment from the square in the
distance.
All of a sudden, George grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.He lowered his head and kissed
me deeply.
Then he wrapped me in his coat and held me tightly.
After a long time, when the tip of my tongue was numb and I was almost out of breath, he released me.
"Helen, can you decorate this house? You can design it whichever way you like."
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were as soft as water, waiting for my answer.
The meaning of his words was clear enough.I could decorate it according to my preferences before
moving in.I leaned in his arms and shook my head.
"I don’t have a good taste and I don’t have the energy.I’m very busy with work."
Although my house was in the suburb and it was not big, my mom and I had decorated it together.It
was very cozy and gave me a great sense of security.
The thought of moving out of that place never once crossed my mind.
"It’s close to the company.You can save a lot of time when you commute," he murmured softly, trying to
cajole me.
"You want to keep me?"
I was kidding.
George didn’t answer my question directly.
Instead, he asked, "Is that okay?"
"No.I’m sorry."
I lowered my head to hide the expression on my face.I was having mixed feelings.
George’s intentions were a mystery to me.
Did he want us to keep our relationship strictly sexual? Or did he want to be my boyfriend? Although I
had no clue what George’s thoughts were, I knew my feelings had changed during the course of our
friends with benefits relationship.
Even though George had all but asked me to move in, he still hadn’t clarified our relationship. But I
didn’t have the guts to broach the subject.I was afraid that I would be setting myself up for
disappointment.
Actually, I was going to leave things as they were.
As long as I didn’t rock the boat, then we could maintain our current status quo.
And with those words, I comforted myself.
But no amount of consoling words could chase away the twisty feeling in my gut.
A sigh escaped George’s lips, but he didn’t say a word.He held me in his arms for a while longer before
we left the house.
There was no furniture in the house, so we couldn’t stay the night.
George drove us back to my house.
By the time we returned, I was so tired that all I wanted to do was to go to bed.However, the second I
stretched out on the bed, a tall figure hovered above me.
The buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his chest, and his warm breath engulfed me.
Before I could react, George leaned down and kissed me.His tongue gained entry into my mouth and in
a matter of seconds, our tongues started dueling.
"Hmm…"
His kiss was so deep that I could hardly breathe.My hands were against his chest, but he grabbed hold
of them and raised my hands above my head.
With his free hand, he took off my clothes and my plump breasts were exposed to the slightly cold air.I
trembled slightly and my nipples stood erect.
He buried his face in my chest and nuzzled my nipples.
In turn, he sucked and licked them until I was out of my mind with pleasure.
George showed me how skillful he was in bed.
While one hand palmed my nipple and his teeth worried the other, his free hand reached into my skirt
and cupped me through my underwear.
It was sensory overload.I writhed and moaned, unsure how to process the sensations.
My private parts gushed with fluid, expressing very clearly that I loved what he was doing to me.
George chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Baby, you are wet…"
A sense of shame welled up in me, but it did nothing to stop the fluid flowing out.
My cheeks were hot, but my shame had nothing on my desires.
I writhed frantically and spread my legs, but when George still failed to take the hint, I growled thickly,
"George, come in…"
"What? Where to go? Huh?"
George’s slender fingers trailed along the edges of my underwear until he was pushing my legs even
farther apart.He stared down with dark eyes at my exposed private parts.
Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but George’s hand held my knee immobile.
He lifted the leg he held captive and placed it on his shoulder.
With his free hand, he took off his trousers and revealed his shaft to my greedy eyes.
"Babe, you haven’t told me yet," his voice was a deep rasp and it took a minute for me to understand
him.
The longer I stared at his erect shaft, the deeper I fell into lust and lost any ability to think.I became so
wet that I drenched the bed sheet under me.I was so aroused that I wanted to get him to make love to
me immediately.
Voice tinged with lust and shame, i rumbled, "I want your dick… Pounding into my hole…."My words
had a visceral effect on George.
He shuddered and his eyes darkened with lust.
"Baby, if you want it so badly, then I will satisfy you right away."
As he spoke, he covered my body with his, his hips pushing my legs wider.
Then slowly, I felt him pushing inside, one slow inch at a time.
My natural fluid acted as lube and made his entry less painful than it was earlier.He was very gentle
with me.
After he was fully sheathed, he waited patiently for me to adjust to his size.
When he felt that I was ready for him, he gripped my waist in both hands and began to move.
At first, he moved slowly because he was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to take it.
His pupils were dilated with lust, and there was a fine sheen of sweat beading across his forehead from
the force of his restraint.
As much as I loved the fact that he was trying to be gentle, I wanted more.I raised my buttocks and
cantered my hips.My invitation was clear as day and George’s eyes turned red.
He bared his teeth on a growl and sped up furiously.
The force with which he pounded into me had me shuddering.
Small moans escaped my mouth and soon, the bed started groaning as loud as me.
I started tightening on him and the force of his movements turned painful.
"Ouch…"
He snorted and slapped me on the buttock.
"You need to relax.You’re gripping me too tight."
Abruptly, he stopped pistoning into me.
Then he pulled out of me slowly, but before I could catch my breath, he pushed back into me in a single
thrust.He repeated the motion a few times, and each time he filled me to the hilt, it felt like he was
reaching deep into my heart.
"Ohhh… George, be gentle… "
My delicate vagina was hit hard.He pistoned faster and faster until my legs started trembling.
The pleasure was so sharp and acute that it was bordering on the edge of painful.
My world turned a brilliant white, my breath seizing as my orgasm burst out me with the force of a .
A second later, he leaned forward with a loud groan as hot liquid filled my vagina.He buried his face in
my neck and panted.
The only sound in the room was our loud pants as we both came down from the high we had been
riding.
A while later, he got out of bed and carried me to the bathroom.
Surprisingly, he still had an erection.It would appear that one round of sex was not enough to sate his
desires at all.
So we had another round in the bathroom again.
By the time we came out, it was already dawn.
We went to sleep in each other’s arms and didn’t wake again until it was noon.
George opened his eyes and stared straight into my eyes.
The sunshine filtered in through the window and shone on his face, which made me feel warm.
"Happy New Year, Helen."
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
Last night at the New Year’s Eve countdown, he had said it.
Now was the first day of the New Year and it was a new beginning.
"Happy New Year," I replied with a smile.
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