Oh she loved the way he was exploring her chest. With time, she had no doubt he'd become an incredibly proficient sexual partner. But having rational thoughts, or really any thoughts that didn't involve fucking Galen, was not something she was capable of right now. Not that she wanted to be. No, she wanted to be lost in this.
When Galen moved to sit back on the couch, Gaia unwrapped her legs from around him so they wouldn't have to jostle around for a good position or not. And, of course, when he sat down and her weight came down on his lap, it only pushed him the rest of the way inside of her, causing her to moan loudly, tilting her head back and her body to arch.
"By the fucking gods," she breathed. At hearing his question, she licked her lips. "Follow my movements. You will catch on." With that, she started rocking her hips against him, slowly at first so he got used to the motion and the sensations. Tilting her head back, she let out a moan, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. Oh she certainly hoped he caught on to this part of it all quickly.