25 - A Moment of Love (18+)

                                    

                                          
Raihan and Samantha would have loved nothing more than to go back to his apartment in Hammerlocke and never leave as soon as they left the match. Already, things got heated in the locker room the minute they passed through the door and shut it behind them; the dark-skinned man helping her "undress" and being very liberal with his tongue and hands. Incoming company prevented things from going too far, although there was an obvious silent acknowledgement they would continue—later. It was just an unfortunate thing that later ended up a lot later than they would have liked. Leon had, sadly, failed to mention they would need to attend the post-ceremony party to celebrate Samantha's win, and do interviews. Both mandatory. Her winning, after all, was front page news, both to the joy and dismay of many. After all, the Galarian Champion was held in high regard, and yet a foreigner had come and defeated her. It made for a hot topic, and even without looking on the boards Samantha knew she would be both lauded and eviscerated. 
                          
And that was just for winning the Exhibition match. 
                          
The reminder of hate mail to come came when reporters asked about her relationship with Raihan, the infamous "ladies' man" who had never dated anyone before. Truthfully, the Gym Leader handled most of that, quite happy to show her off as his woman and boast how she was just special, and he had a foreign taste. Leon thankfully moved things along then, and while the party was amazing—getting to talk with all the Leaders that competed and League members and even Gloria again was wonderful—she was eager to head back home. They both were. 
                          
As such, when Leon finally let them go, Raihan wasted no time bringing out Flygon and zipping away. They couldn't reach Hammerlock soon enough, the day turning to night as the dragon landed on the balcony to his apartment. They had enough mind to unleash their Pokémon so they could curl up and sleep, but then Raihan had her in his arms, hands groping her ass while she wrapped her legs around his torso. He nearly stumbled up the balcony stairs, leaving them laughing all the way to the double doors, which he'd left unlocked.
                          
The moment they were inside, and the door kicked closed, he began to ravage her. Her lips tasted like the sweet champagne from the party, and her skin was soft and ripe for leaving his mark. It'd been far too long, and the old ones had vanished already, giving him plenty of room to leave new reddened circles for everyone to see. They'd know who her man was, and just the thought of it drove him wild. He practically tore his jacket and shirt off, tossing them on the floor as they back peddled and stumbled towards the bedroom. It was a messy go of it, bumping into the kitchen island and hallway door as the redhead also made a point to throw off her own jacket and top, leaving but her bra. 
                          
As soon as they breached his door, he crouched down to hoist her up and drop her down onto the bed. Her legs hooked around his waist eagerly, pulling their bodies flush together. She could feel his hardened cock through his shorts, and it made the throbbing want that much worse. She whined desperately, his kisses and bites not enough to satisfy her need. His throaty growl was his only response—along with the quick removal of her bra and then both pants and underwear. She was naked before him once more, and it was almost like the first time; his eyes alone devouring her and admiring her flesh. It was hard not to, when she was as pristine as ever, body perfectly sculpted, and breasts plump and awaiting attention. 
                          
Of course, he gave it, mouthing her roughly and giving her nipple a light nip. It made her gasp and arch and dig her hands into his dreads. Her hips lifted in anticipation, and he had to work hard to not slip his pants down and plow into her. He'd wanted this for months now—missed this. Missed her. Her taste; her scent; her sounds; her everything. Her touch was like fire as her fingers pressed into his back—at least, until he moved downward and found her already wet center. He went to work at once, sucking and rolling his tongue against her, making her squirm enough to warranting grasping hold of her thighs and holding her down tight. She tasted like he remembered, and she was so ready for him his cock was uncomfortable against his shorts. For once, he decided to listen and pulled back just before her orgasm to shuck off the last of his clothes and almost fumble the condom he kept in the pocket. He couldn't put it on fast enough or settle back between her legs quicker. He kissed her roughly and with endless want.