I rose a little, and he began rubbing his crown over my throbbing clit. “Gallan,” I whispered against his lips.
“Take me in,” he repeated, but this time in a tone that set me afire – completely.
I pushed myself down, and the both of us moaned out loud when he filled me; when my walls began pulsing around him.
“Christ, Zaira,” he hissed. “So tight; so hot.” He grabbed my ass in a slightly painful grip and began thrusting inside of me at an unrelenting pace.
I placed my hands on the back of the couch and started rocking my hips to match his movements. “Just like that, Gallan,” I hitched out, and then crashed my mouth against his. “Take me just like that.”
It was filthy – the way we fucked.
It was greedy – the way our tongues clashed and our lips moved against the other’s.
It was enrapturing – the way we fisted each other’s hair and moved to the rhythm of our eager bodies.
Gallan dragged his nose over the side of my neck, and then gently pressed his teeth on the sensitive skin below my ear. “I’m close,” he said.
I moved back and rode him faster, and when our eyes met, I tipped my head back and screamed his name when my orgasm took over me.
He spat a curse, and then gripped the sides of my waist before practically pounding into me as he, too, gave into his orgasm. His gaze remained fixed on my face, on my expression. On how I took everything he gave me; on how freeing it felt being bound to him – body and soul.
I grinned, and began running my hands up and down his abs when he placed the back of his head on the couch and gazed up at the ceiling. “Wow,” he said, and then whistled.
I chuckled. “Wow is right.”
He looked at me. “You’re so hot, babe.” He bit his bottom lip as he ran his eyes over my body. “Especially when you wearUnder the Woodsstuff.”
I leaned against him and kissed him softly. “Gotta support my amazing boyfriend whenever I can.”
He grinned. “I appreciate you and your support like I do every breath that I take.”
I exhaled as I ran my fingers over his cheek. “You know just what to say to make me fall even more in love with you, don’t you?” I said.
He gave me a crooked smile. “Yup. Master manipulator of words – that’s me.”
I playfully slapped his chest. “You’re a baboon is what you are.”
He laughed and pulled me closer. “How about a round two?” He wiggled his brows at me.
“I don’t want your dick falling off on your birthday, Gall.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re just waiting for it to happen, aren’t you?”
I chuckled and kissed him once, twice. “Bingo.”
He began pressing sound pecks on my jaw, neck, and throat. “I want you again,” he mumbled in between kisses.
I giggled and pushed at his shoulders. “Not now. Cut the cake first, and then I’ll think about it.” I squealed when he tickled my sides. “Stop,” I said between laughter. “Gallan, no.”
He moved back and frowned. “Cake can wait.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Your dick can wait.”
“It really can’t, Zaira.”
My lips twitched at his stubbornness. “Thenmakeit wait.”
He put his tongue to his cheek. “You don’t play fair.”
