Galen was quickly losing track of time with how good this felt. Not like he cared about time. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure she was helping him to feel. He moved his head down and began working on her chest again with his mouth, his free hand coming up to help. And feeling the nails dig into his shoulders more, he growled out a yes.
His tempo began picking up, spurred on by how good she said it felt. He pressed her harder against the wall, determined to get deeper this time than he had on the couch. "More..." he groaned. He pulled his mouth away from her chest and once against kissed her hungrily, letting his tongue flick against her lips in curiosity.