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You sit on the couch, your legs curled up under you, your fingers gripping the edges of your book in your hands. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of the pages and the occasional creak here and there in the tower. The pages are filled with words that captivate you, pulling you deeper into the story with each line you read. You're so engrossed that you barely notice the subtle shift in the room, the way the light seems to dim just a fraction, the soft creak of the floorboards as someone approaches.
"Hello my love," Gale greets you. His voice is low, almost a whisper. You glance up from your book, your eyes meeting his as he gives you a warm smile.
"Hey," you reply, smiling at him back before returning your gaze to the pages.
He doesn't say anything else before moving closer, and you feel the heat of his body before you see him, the warmth radiating from him as he stands beside the couch. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing against the back of your neck, giving you a small shudder.
"What are you reading?" he asks, and there's something seductive in his voice that makes your breath catch in your throat. You hesitate for a moment, then decide to play along.
"Just a novel," you reply, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "It's really good. I think you'd like it!"
His hand slides down your neck, tracing the curve of your shoulder before dipping lower. His fingers graze the low neckline of your top. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, but it's difficult when every touch feels like electricity surging through your veins.
"Mind if I join you?" he asks, his hand slipping into your top. His warm fingers caress your skin as he cups your breast, teasing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.
You shake your head, words failing you as he sits beside you.
“What’s it about?” He angles towards you, his hand returning to your top. His fingers find your nipple again, rolling it gently between his fingers.
"Wha—" A soft moan escapes your lips as you look at him. "What?" you manage.
He chuckles softly, his lips trailing down your neck. He nips at the sensitive skin just below your ear, eliciting another moan.
"Your book, my love. What's it about?" His tongue flicks out, tasting the skin of your collarbone.
"Oh, right. The book," You breathe. Your mind races, trying to focus on the story amidst Gale's distracting touch. "It's about a young mage who discovers she can control time. She's thrust into a dangerous quest to save her kingdom from an awakening ancient evil."
Gale hums against your skin, his fingers still teasing your nipple. "Sounds intriguing.”
You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling under his touch. Your grip on the book loosens as Gale's attentions intensify.
Without a word, he moves to kneel before you. His hand slides down your body as he unfolds your legs, placing his hands on your knees to spread them gently. He lifts the hem of your skirt, revealing your lace panties. You glance at him, eyes wide with surprise, but he doesn’t meet your gaze, he's too focused on his task.
His touch is reverent as he explores your sensitive skin, fingertips leaving trails of warmth along your thighs. Excitement thrills through you as his hands move higher, brushing against the edge of your panties. You should stop him, insist on finishing the chapter, but his gentle yet firm touch clouds your thoughts.
Heat pools between your thighs, intensifying with each caress, each kiss on your skin. He presses his lips against your cunt through your panties, and you respond by spreading your legs wider. His hand slips beneath the fabric, finding your slick heat. You gasp, hips arching towards his touch as he strokes you slowly, fingers teasing your clit and drawing soft moans.
"Gale, I'm reading," you say softly, knowing a louder voice would betray your arousal. You glance at him over your book.
"Keep reading! Don't let me stop you," he grins, his fingers working in slow, lazy circles on your clit. You bite your lip, trying to focus, but your mind drifts to the sensations. The words blur as Gale's touch drives you wild. He drags his fingers slowly through your folds, kissing your thighs, his beard tickling your sensitive skin. Sliding his fingers into your wet cunt, he strokes your walls as you push down on his hand. His lips find your clit, licking and sucking as his fingers curl inside you, hitting the perfect spot. You grind harder against his hand, your moans growing louder.
You still hold the book, but you can no longer focus. Your eyes close as you surrender to the pleasure Gale expertly coaxes from your body. He withdraws his fingers, and you lower the book to watch him lick them clean. Panting, on the verge of begging for more, you watch as he stands and unbuttons his trousers.
"Come here. Maybe this will be an easier position for you to read," he says, repositioning you with your hips on the couch's arm. He pushes your skirt up to your hips, fingers hooking around the side of your panties as he slips them off. You hear the quick rustle of fabric, then feel the head of his cock nudging against you, the tip brushing against your swollen clit before pressing against your entrance. You whimper, your body betraying how much you want him, need him inside of you.
He slips his cock inside of you, and you moan, your head falling back as he pushes forward slowly, filling you inch by inch, until he is fully inside. You grip the edges of your book, trembling as you hold back the wave of pleasure that threatens to crash over you. You focus on the feeling of him inside of you, the way his cock fills you, the way his hips are pressed against yours with every slow, deliberate thrust. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he begins moving. The rhythm starts slow, each thrust feels measured and controlled. His warm brown eyes meet yours, watching your reactions. Your breath hitches, body arches off the couch as the pleasure builds within you.
The book slips from your hand onto the floor; all you can think about is Gale, the way his cock moves inside of you, the way he hits you in all the right places. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming more urgent, and your nails dig into the fabric of the couch as your hips match his in rhythm. You cry out, your orgasm building, coiling in your belly, tightening with each thrust of Gale's hips, ready to burst free, but you hold on, wanting to savor every moment. His hand returns to your clit, his fingers working harder, faster. You buck against him, your body straining for release.
He leans forward, kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings, telling you how beautiful you are, how amazing you feel, and it's too much. You can't take it anymore. You scream out his name as you shatter. Your body shudders, your cunt clenching around his cock as you come, your release washing over you in waves. Gale follows soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills inside of you, his seed filling you up, making you feel complete.
He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch, but you don't mind. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. Everything is perfect; you're lost in the moment, in the warmth of Gale's body, listening to his breath normalize.
"Why'd you stop reading?" he teases, peppering your face with soft kisses, before shifting off of you, pulling you with him, and you lean against him, head resting on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, cradling you close, and you sigh, letting yourself relax in his embrace.
"Next time," you yawn, nuzzling your head down onto his chest, eyelids fluttering closed. "Next time, we'll finish the book together."
He laughs, kissing the top of your head. "Together," he agrees, his voice warm and reassuring. You close your eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat lull you into a peaceful slumber. You're content and happy to be here, in his arms, lost in the warmth of his love.