15. Sail

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S ail blinked. More than once to clear the fog away from his eyes. He looked around his surroundings, trying to remember where he was when he felt someone press into him. It was then he noticed the heavy feel on his arm and tilted his head enough to find Galvin sleeping in his arms . . . with her leg between his, and her mid-thigh dangerously close to waking them both up. While he would welcome it all, he was certain Galvin would not.

Instead of waking her, he craned his neck to look at the window. The sun had begun to rise and push its rays through the trees and into her living room. The television screen asked if they were still watching.

Last night, after they finished dinner, they sat on her small sofa, which barely fit both of them, and started watching some romance movie. Sail usually went for the shoot up, conspiracy type of flicks, unless he was watching Wind —the movie based on the America’s Cup—and filmed in Seaport ages ago, long before he was even born. Still, it was his favorite movie and one he watched often.

Galvin moved in his arms, humming as she did so. Sail was content, staying there with her in his arms and not having a care in the world. Being there with her was peaceful, but only drove home two key factors: he was head over heels for her, and she had him firmly in the friend zone. Sail understood why she kept him there. He was a wildcard. He’d been certain she heard rumors about him, even though none of them were true. Sail was nothing like Dune, and he honestly had no idea how Tidal and Crew were.

The sun grew brighter in the room and Galvin squirmed a bit, her leg moving higher between Sail’s legs. He closed his eyes and thought about everything from worms to warts, but nothing seemed to work because every little mewl coming from her while she slept increased the issue in his pants. If this were anyone else, he’d roll and run, but this was where he wanted to be.

Erection be damned.

Sail worked to adjust himself as discreetly as possible, aware that any sudden movements might wake the woman in his arm. Preserving this time with her was paramount. He moved his head slightly and stared for a bit before closing his eyes, hoping sleep would find him again.

Only after a few minutes, he felt her staring at him, and if it wasn’t her, someone was in the apartment. Sail was almost afraid to look. He slowly opened one eye and then the other when he saw it was Galvin staring at him.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Um . . .” she lifted her head slightly and look at their bodies. It when then, he felt it. And if he felt his erection pressing against her, she certainly knew he was turned on.

“Sorry,” he said quietly. He expected her to move, to jump out of his arms and tell him to go home, but she didn’t. What she did next, surprised him. And by the look in her eyes, her leg pressing into him more shocked her as well.

“Galvin.” Sail hissed when her leg moved back and forth, creating a pleasurable friction.

There was a shift between them. A magnetic and electrifying pull drawing them to each other. Sail swallowed hard and did what came natural to him. Without taking his eyes off hers, he cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting over the set of lips he intended to kiss. To devour. To claim as his.

Sail searched her eyes for uncertainty, curiosity, and an unspoken invitation. Words did not need to be spoken; her labored breathing was enough.

His fingers threaded through her hair, drawing her closer until there was barely any space between them. She gasped softly, offering an unspoken invitation. His gaze dropped to her lips, then returned to her eyes, a spark of anticipation passing between them before he leaned in and let his lips graze hers in a tender, electrifying kiss.

Galvin’s eyes fluttered close and subtly tilted her chin toward Sail. Her lips were soft, tentative against his. He moved slowly, letting her set the pace. Not wanting to push her away or scare her.

Sail smiled against her lips when he felt her tongue there. He opened, letting her lead the way, giving her a moment of control before he took over. Galvin hesitated, but only for a bit.

She touched his hair, her fingers dancing through his silky strands while their tongues did their own version of the tango. Galvin sighed when he nipped at her lower lip. She gripped a handful of his hair and moved her leg with steadier pace.

Sail responded by flipping her over on her back and settling between her legs on. He expected her to resist, to push him away.

She didn’t.

Her legs widened, bringing him closer to her.

He rocked into her.

She gasped.

She fucking gasped.

Sail had to focus on anything other than everything happening below their waists. His lips left hers and while he instantly regretted it, she had so many places he wanted to kiss her. Taste her. He nipped, sucked, and kissed a path along her jaw, to her ear where he gave her lobe some attention before moving to the other side.

Galvin’s effort did not go unnoticed, as she lifted her hips and arched her back.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sail rested on his elbow and cupped her breast. He was thankful she’d ditched the oversize sweatshirt earlier in the night and opted for a blanket. Maybe she knew this was how they’d wake up.

Her hands snaked under his shirt, her fingers digging into his flesh. She pulled him into her, although it didn’t take much effort because this was where he wanted to be. He kissed her cotton clad breast and about lost his impending load when her hand slipped beneath his waistband.

Should he tell her stop? Make them stop?

No, but if she tells me to, I will.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep his breathing under control.

“Something wrong?” she asked in the most innocent voice he’d ever heard.

“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.

“But I can touch you?”

“Yes, please,” she mewled.

“Can I taste you?”

“God, yes,” she whimpered.

Sail gave her a satisfying grin. He didn’t want to be a pirate and plunder her off the bat. She deserved better. He massaged her thighs, his thumbs ghosting over her lips with each pass, which he found drove her a bit wild. He in turn, almost came in his briefs when he parted her lips and could see how ready she was for him.

“Take your boxers off,” she demanded.

He didn’t have to be told again and ripped them off as quickly as possible. Galvin reached for him, stroking his cock again. His eyes rolled back, and his mind said fuck it. Sail dipped his middle finger between her folds, moving it in and out.

Sail didn’t know who or what to watch. If he watched his finger fuck the place he wanted to be, he’d likely blow another load faster than he wanted. But, if he watched Galvin, he was surely to blow.

There were other things he could do to keep his mind occupied. “Take your shirt off,” he demanded and then immediately regretted not asking her.

She did and tossed it onto the floor. Without hesitation, he latched onto one of the breasts he’d admired for weeks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Galvin. And I’m so fucking lucky,” he said as he went to the other breast. She squirmed under him, her hand stroking, and her legs widening even though he had moved to the side. If he settled there, they’d be in trouble.

When he added a second finger, she cried out and begged him more.

Who was he to deny her.

Sail moved down her body until his mouth found her nub. And then he worked his magic.

At least, he hoped this would be her most magical moment to date.