~The Second Time~

"I still don't like you," she managed to choke out as he buried his face in between her legs.

They were in the prefect's bathroom and Bella was sitting, propped up on the counter, gripping the edge as she threw her head back, her silvery hair up in a loose ponytail.

George pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, working his way to the centre where she was very visibly wet.

"George, hurry up," she moaned, clawing at his hair, her lips parted slightly, a soft whimper escaping them as his tongue finally came into contact with her folds.

"Someone eager," he chuckled, circling her clit with the tip of his thumb before going done on her again causing her to let out an earth-shattering moan, bucking her hips towards the ceiling.

"Fuck yes," she whimpered, tugging at his hair once again, "Right there."

Within a few minutes, she had completely come undone, mascara streaking down her cheeks and her legs shaking violently as she desperately tried to pull herself together.

One last flick of his tongue was all it took to send her over the edge. Letting out a pained cry she ascended, her eyes rolling back in her head and her body losing all energy and slumping down on the counter, panting heavily.

"Fuck," she said, her breath hitching as George cupped her face in his hands, bringing her lips to his and kissing her sloppily.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"Perfect."

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