Page 42 of Sail Away with Me

“Not a thing.” He plunged his tongue into her mouth and rocked in her hand. Her grip would tighten and relax, and then she’d almost send him to heaven when her thumb brushed against the head of his cock. Sail pumped his hips, fucking her hand, in ways he’d never imagined. He’d had a hand job before, but this was different. Galvin kept her firm hand wrapped around him and arched her back, making it seems like she was on the receiving end of each thrust.

Sail was close and tried to pull away, only for her to tighten her hold and look at him.

“I’m going to come,” he told her. “All over your hand if you don’t move it.”

“I am moving it,” she said, as her hand moved up and down his shaft.

“Galvin . . .” he groaned as his body tightened. Sail abruptly sat back on his knees, breaking their contact. His breath heaved as he looked down at himself and saw his the almost purple head of his erection staring at him. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“You might as well let me finish.”

He shook his head while yearning for her touch.

“I’ll be gentle.” She slid forward and pushed his pants off his hips. His erection bobbed freely and begged for attention. Galvin resumed her ministrations, doing so while watching Sail. This was by far, the most erotic moment of his life.

He gripped the back of the couch with one hand and his other dug into the top of her tank top, cupped her bare breast, and rolled her taut nipple between he fingers.

“Last chance,” he warned.

She moved faster.

“Fuck, Galvin. I want to be inside of you.”

She shook her head. “Maybe later.”

Those words, promising him of later, sent him over the edge. He came hard in her hand, pulsating until emptied. The hot, sticky, after affect didn’t faze Galvin. She stood, went to the sink, and washed her hands.

Once his labored breathing subsided, he bolted for the bathroom to clean himself up. Sail didn’t bother to look in the mirror, afraid of what he might see. The post glow face wasn’t always something to marvel at. In fact, he was pretty sure his face was still scrunched and pinched in places. Despite what people saw in movies, not everyone had sexy “come” faces.

He was one of them.

Sail came out of the bathroom and found Galvin sitting on her bed. Everything inside told him he should leave because they crossed a line, one she’d firmly put in place.

“What time do you have to work?”

“Nine,” he told her.

She glanced at the spot next to her on her full-sized bed. “I’m still a bit tired if you want to stay.”

Sail nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor. He kicked them off and went toward her. Each step he took, she moved backward until she had laid back on the bed and he hovered over her.

“Do you want to sleep?”

She shook her head slowly.

“Can I touch you, Galvin? I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.”

Galvin nodded.

Sail sat back on his knees and gripped the top of her yoga pants. She gave him another nod and he pull them and her panties off with one fell swoop.

Fuck, she was glistening. And his erection of was back. He palmed his dick, giving it a hard squeeze in a weak effort to tell it to calm down. Sail wanted to be inside of her, but that would have to wait until she was ready.

He picked her foot up and kissed her instep, ankle, and moved his way up her thigh, stopping before he got too far, and then started over on her other leg. Galvin squirmed and hooked her foot around his back, in a forcible effort to bring him closer to where she wanted him.

“No sex, right?”

“Right,” said pointedly.

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