Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447: 447- Consent

Aniya thought this was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. His tongue was doing some amazing things to her insides while moving inside her mouth.

Touching her, probing her.

Her hand crawled to the nape of his neck as she curled her fingers to hold him. Her tongue was reacting to his touch and then it took a life of its own and tried entering his mouth. He might have felt her hesitation and opened his mouth to give her easy access.

The wild guttural growl that came out of his throat told Aniya that he liked it.

Aniya’s other hand crawled under his t-shirt and felt those hard muscles with her palm. However, she was taken aback when he detached his mouth and looked down at her. They both were panting by now.

"Hey, little dove," he said breathlessly, "Whatever we are doing, requires a bed... but before that," he held her face and leaned his forehead to hers, "before that I need your consent on this. You do know what it’s leading to. Right?"

Aniya nodded at him.

No, she didn’t know what this was leading to. But she wanted to know. She was curious about those movie scenes where they didn’t show anything after the kiss except, that they had to get rid of their clothes and get under those sheets.

"May I?" he was asking for her permission, and she nodded with a shy smile, wanting to shut her eyes in excitement.

This was too embarrassing.

She gasped when without warning he scooped up her body into his arms and headed to his bedroom.

He kicked the door closed, and slowly released her from his grip and stepped back. His bedroom was classy and had a monarch-wide spring bed with a combination of grey and black shades.

The bedroom smelled of floral scent.

Aniya saw George taking another step back and wanted to ask him why he was moving away. But then the question vanished from her mind when she saw him slowly raising his hand and reaching behind to pull his t-shirt over his head.

In one swift motion, he was standing there in only his jeans. Aniya tried to smile but could not. Her eyes were darting on the curves of his upper body and all Aniya wanted to do was touch and feel every part of him with her palm.

He walked back to her, but this time Aniya bent her head down not able to maintain eye contact. After a moment she felt his index finger under her chin to lift her face.

"Hey!" his voice was too gentle, "You are supposed to look at me. If you want, you can help me in taking off my trousers."

Aniya thought she would die of excitement and embarrassment.

With a speeding heartbeat, she tried to overcome his shyness and swallowed hard.

"I guess you haven’t taken off the clothes of another man before today. If that’s the case you missed the fun," amusement was evident in his voice.

She chuckled and started tugging with the button above his zip. George helped her with it. The next step was to unzip his trousers. Aniya raised her eyes and found him cocking up a brow.

"G...George..." her voice trailed off. George got it at once and started unzipping his pants.

"That’s okay. Maybe next time," he said playfully while Aniya closed her eyes. But then she opened it after a moment’s hesitation when her gaze fell on the pants pooling around his feet. Picking it up, he tossed it aside.

"Look at me, little dove," he kind of ordered her and she didn’t know how to comply.

"Anaya," he came closer till she could smell the faint body cologne on his body, "You need to get undressed, honey. Or should I help you?"

Aniya gulped the saliva and nodded her head quickly.

This time he again lifted her face using his finger, "I’m the same man whom you had breakfast with a few hours ago, and then didn’t help in doing those dishes."

Gathering all her courage, she raised her face and looked into his eyes.

"I’m the same man who you just consented to come closer to you and touch you. At any point, if you don’t feel comfortable, just speak one word. Stop. And I’ll stop. Ok?" he asked her gently and she again nodded.

He bent ahead and kissed her cheek, and Aniya didn’t want to look at his lower body where only a boxer was left.