Tequila Sunrises over Georgia (a novella) by Yara Greathouse Page B

the friction better.
It’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.
    I fucking love it.
    Touching her forehead with mine, it only
takes a couple more pumps for me to reach the same ecstasy she’s
in.
    We kiss.
    Releasing her legs, but still connected to
Gia, I let my weigh fall on her for a few moments, while I get
myself back in control.
    We smile and roll over so that we are side by
side, still breathing hard.
    “That was cosmic…” I say to her.
    She laughs, low and sexy, and all mine.
    “Carter, it was so good, I think I discovered
a new galaxy, with a whole new world, all the way beyond the
stars.”
    We laugh, and then I get off the bed to
discard the used condom and get a wash rag to clean her up.
    After I wash myself I throw on a clean
t-shirt and underwear, returning to a very relaxed Gia, and I can’t
help it, I have to kiss her while tending to her most intimate
parts.
    “You need to rest and I need to cook, so I
can feed you as originally promised.”
    “Why can’t you lay down here with me, if only
for a little while?”
    “Because laying next to you will only make me
want you more.”
    “Again? I need to replenish my strength.”
    “Yes, again, but later. Go ahead and rest,
sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
    Her eyes flutter closed and she gets
comfortable in my bed.
    Gia is naked.
    Naked in my bed.
    I make myself walk away before I take a hold
of her and never let her go.
    I wouldn’t be strong enough.
     

Chapter 6
Gia
    I wake up, look at my surroundings wondering
where I am, then the memories come rushing.
    First, I notice that I’m happy.
    Second, I notice that I’m sore.
    Sore, but in a great way.
    Combing my fingers through my hair, I get up
to find the restroom.
    Across from the room, there are more glass
doors and windows from floor to ceiling, letting in the beauty of
the backyard. This place is like a house built with the idea of a
jungle resort in mind.
    So beautiful.
    After relieving myself, I grab a plush
bathrobe I find next to the shower, and go to the kitchen. The
aroma of the food takes me right where the action is.
    I must not have napped for too long because
he’s just plating the meal, when he turns around to take the plates
to the table, he sees me.
    “There is my little champion! We are only at
round one but I’m glad we’re both winners.”
    He winks and I laugh softly.
    “I’ve made us some fresh drinks and dinner’s
ready. I was coming to get you, but I see that you have impeccable
timing.”
    I curtsy to him while on my way to the table.
“I’m starving.”
    “Good because there’s plenty of food.” He
comes around the table to where I am, and greets me with a quick
embrace and a kiss. “Do you like stir fry? It’s one of my
specialties.”
    “I looove stir fry anything, as a matter of
fact. And this Tequila Sunrise drink? Is now one of my
favorites.”
    I think I may have made him blush a
little…
    He slides the chair out for me, and then
sits.
    “Great! That makes me feel better. Tell me
about your life in New York. I want to know more.”
    “There’s not really a lot to know. After
graduation I moved there and lived in a tiny one room apartment
that first year. I worked my ass off and finally the important
people started to notice me. They used me as a fill in for shows
when the scheduled designers could not make it for one reason or
another. Slowly at first people started to ask about me in social
media, they wanted to know more about me, my life, my designs…
until there were overwhelming amounts of emails wanting more of me
on camera. Dillon gave me a co-hosting part on a show that was not
doing too well, to see if I could lift it off the ground.”
    “Wow, that’s putting a lot of confidence in
you and I can only imagine the pressure that it came with.”
    “Oh, I had to negotiate for reign with
creative design for that show, and after a lot of back and forth,
he relented and a few weeks later the show was in the top ten for
the