“Fuck.” He looked down, and his chest moved at an erratic rhythm.
“Gallan…” His name was a plea coming from my lips.
Without a word, he pushed the hem of my hoodie upwards, and muttered a string of curses before looking at me with wide eyes. “You have no underwear on?” he asked.
I grinned. “Nope. Haven’t been wearing any since yesterday.”
“The fuck?” He looked so confused that it made me laugh.
“The ones I wore on date night are in your washer. Didn’t you notice?”
He shook his head, and then looked between my legs. “Jesus, woman, you’re so hot.”
My heart thumped at his compliment; my pussy ached to feel his touch.
“Gallan…” I whispered again.
He smirked slightly at the urgency in my voice, and just when I thought he was going to call me out on being desperate, he gently flicked a finger over my throbbing clit.
My body arched on its own accord, and I held onto the couch’s armrest when a too-strong sensation coursed through my body.
Gallan leaned in and brought his face close to mine before massaging me with deep strokes. “So wet; so hot…” He nuzzled his nose against mine. “Zaira, you’re everything, baby.”
I cried out when he slowly pushed one, and then a second finger inside me. “God, yes, Gallan.”
I looked down, and felt a rush pass over me when I saw his fingers working me. He looked stunning atop me, with his chiseled body flexing with every movement of his hand; with his glossy hair curtaining his right temple.
My gaze landed on the bulge in his pants, and I clenched around his fingers.
He hissed, and his cock twitched behind his sweats as he continued to pleasure me.
I leaned in and brushed my lips over his, and then slowly – with my heart beating in my throat – I ran the back of my hand over his bulge.
Gallan moaned, and his balance slipped a little, which resulted in his face to fall next to mine. He moved his fingers faster when I began stroking him through his sweats, and his shoulders stiffened as he continued to breathe heavily against my neck.
“You don’t have to do–” He halted midsentence when I worked him harder.
He moved back and looked down at me. “Zaira…baby…” His pupils were flared. His cheeks were a little flushed, and so was his broad, smooth chest.
He twisted his fingers inside me, and I arched my back. “Come for me, Zaira.”
Those words… They were a command rather than a request.
I pulled his sweats down with both hands, which made him stop what he was doing. My mouth quite literally watered as I saw the patch of brown hair on his hipbone, and the length of his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the base, just as he dripped a little on my inner thigh.
I began working him again, and his fingers resumed their job of fucking me. The moment we were sharing? It was filthy; it was hot. What Gallan and I were doing was euphoric; it was provocative.
“Fuck my fist, Gallan,” I whispered against his lips. “Fuck my fist.”
“Jesus, woman.” His eyes met mine, and he began thrusting his hips faster against my hand. He used his thumb to circle my clit in sync with his fingers.
My gut warmed, my entire body buzzed and shook, just a second or two before my orgasm hit me – hard.
I cupped the back of Gallan’s neck and kissed him, and moaned against him when he groaned and came all over my thigh.
His powerful body shuddered as he went through his release with me; as we both whispered each other’s names while pleasure coursed through us. And once we were spent, Gallan slumped against me and nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck. I let go of my hold on him and placed my hand on the side of his hip.
“That was the most teenager-ish thing I’ve done in my life so far,” he mumbled, and then wrapped his arms around me.
I chuckled and dug the fingers of my other hand into his soft hair before massaging his scalp. “And that was the hottest, most beautiful sexual encounter I’ve had in my life so far.”
He pulled back and looked down at me. “Yeah?”
I nodded, because what I’d said was a 100% true. “Yeah.”
Gallan smiled and peppered a few kisses on my jaw before settling his face against the side of my neck again. “I know I have to clean you up for the mess I’ve made, but I’m still reeling from that orgasm, so gimme two minutes, tops, to recover.”
I closed my eyes as I laughed, and kissed the top of his head as I continued to massage his scalp. “Okay,” I said with a smile. “We’ll sober up after two minutes.”
