11.
February 15th, 2020
I’d done it; I’d finally told her how I felt. And her response to my request of wanting to stay in the moment a little longer – it’d been perfect.
Zaira felt what I did, and wasn’t that the absolute fucking best thing in the world?
I looked down at the gorgeous woman in my arms, and when she smiled at me, I leaned in and took what I wanted: her soft, bow-shaped lips.
Bliss – kissing Zaira was a potion of perfection; a salve of unrivalled remedy.
She whimpered a little when I ran the tip of my tongue over the seam of her bottom lip, and then slowly opened her mouth for me.
I tightened my arms around her waist and kissed her back with everything in me.
“Gallan…” she breathed my name in that accent of hers, and Lord, that one word from her left me painfully hard behind my jeans.
She ran her fingers through the back of my head, and as I placed a hand over her ass, she bunched my hair in a fist and kissed me like she owned me.
I moaned, because the slight burn that coursed through my scalp due to her fingers, and the softness of her mouth on mine – they were both making me crazier by the second.
I was a complete goner for that woman; an entirely lost case.
She gasped when I began tracing my mouth lower so I could taste her the way I’d wanted to ever since she’d stumbled – quite literally – into my life.
“God…” she barely breathed when I nipped at her jaw, and then sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Gallan.” She moved her head to the side to give me better access.
“Mmm.” I palmed her full ass and dragged my lips up her throat. “Jesus, Zaira; you smell and taste so fucking good.” I kissed her collarbones, and then nuzzled my nose against the side of her neck. “Sogood.”
She laughed airily. “Hmm, so it seems that feminine perfumes turn you on.”
I moved back and looked down at her. “Is that a good thing?”
Her lips twitched. “Definitely. They are made to attract the male species, after all. As much as the brands out there advertise things otherwise, their fragrances are made with sexual intentions, and sexual intentions only.”
I lifted a brow. “And you know that…how?”
“Because the perfume I have on right now attracted you. You said I smell good, which indirectly means that the fragrance I’m wearing is working on you.”
God, this woman.
“How much time have you spent on this theory of yours?” I asked, and then adjusted her crooked glasses.
She scrunched up her nose. “I don’t know, five, or maybe ten seconds?”
I chuckled. “It’s a good thing you didn’t waste much of your time on it, because I like to think that it’s the smell of your pheromones, and not some chemical product that drove me crazy.”
She canted her head. “But aren’t those available in a strong amount in animals, the pheromones?”
I smirked. “What are we, if not animals?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Kinky.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
She shrugged. “I guess so.”
I bent and kissed her again, and this time when she moaned against my mouth, I lifted her off her feet and walked us to the couch.
