But I have to be sure. “Sab, do you want me to fuck you?”
Sab
“Sab, do you want me to fuck you?”
Oui. Yes.
So fucking much it’s a roar in my veins, but I don’t know how to say it. How to verbalise the want buried so deep it’s become muscle memory at this point. As if I’m hardwired to want this forever, when every moment I spend with Galen has never left me wanting for anything.
Not even this, when we’ve spent the last year withmeon top. Me learning his body. Him teaching me, as he surrendered both to me and himself, a dynamic we both needed for a little while. A long while, even.
But I don’t need it anymore.
Wedon’t need it.
Shame I can’t find the words to tell him.
English.
French.
I’m so caught up in this moment I’ve rendered myself mute, and it leaves me beyond grateful that Galen reads me so well. That the only time he’s ever missed was when he couldn’t read himself.
He’s not in that place anymore. He chucked his couch in a skip a few months ago, and now he’s right here, gazing down at me with gold flecks in his emerald green eyes, a soft smile blooming on his face.
Galen kisses me again, warm and steady as he shifts closer, his knee between my legs, stretching somewhere for his clothes or mine, and the lube we both habitually keep in our pockets when we’re home alone.
No condoms.
I fuck him bare these days, and my heart starts to hammer as I realise he’s going to do the same to me. That everything I imagined this would be when I met him is about to be left in the dust.
Tension unspools in me, taking my nerves with it, leaving me with anticipation so visceral I can barely catch my breath.
“Shh. Easy.” Galen nuzzles my throat. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
I know that, and even though it’s been almost a year since he last murmured those words and touched me like this, my body flexes on instinct, fuelled by trust, chasing the wicked sensation he stokes inside me, those skilled fingers as laser-accurate as they always were.
The only thing better than this ismore.
So much fucking more.
I tip my head back as Galen moves over me, lips parting on a soundless exhale he steals with his mouth, my hips tilting, a reflex I can’t control, craving the pressure, the rush, I’ve been chasing my whole adult life.
No hesitation. Just surrender.
And I can’t lie, it burns. A searing pain that curls my toes, fists clenched tight, eyes screwed shut as Galen slides deeper and deeper inside me, a string of French curses falling from my lips.
“Putain…je vais crever.”
I force my eyes open, dragging air into my lungs.
Galen hums a quiet chuckle, rubbing his cheek against mine, gripping my thigh, my hip, I’m not fucking sure, while his stronger legs cage me in.Watchingme with those green eyes so alive with heat and patience. With the love I never thought I’d have, in the house that never felt like home until he lived here too. The love I fuckingknowhe never knew he wanted.
“Breathe,” he whispers. “It’s going to feel so good, boy. We just need to get past this bit.”
I believe him. Ibreathe, as he eases out of me a touch and pushes back in with more force, the burn shifting as it softens under the weight of every single thing he’s doing to me. As it gives way to a thick throb of pleasure that makes memoan.
My body stops fighting.
