Page 14 of Defended By Love

“What?”

“I was sort of following you.” He tries to run his hand through his hair and then shakes it out when he can’t penetrate its shell. “I was flying around when I saw you walking. It was like a thousand explosions went off inside me at once. I was pulled to you in a way that I’ve never felt, that I never thought anyone could feel, so I followed you. Even once you were inside the building, I waited. I couldn’t leave. Knowing you were in the building tethered me there. No, it more than made me stay. It took everything I had not to break through the windows myself and try to find you.”

I should be scared. I know I should be.

I’m not. If anything, I’m even more drawn towards him. There’s something between us that’s not in my imagination.

He tilts his body towards me and I step towards him. The hand that’s not holding his reaches up to rest on his shoulder, tracing a light path up his arm as it goes. It’s an unconscious movement, like it’s being pulled towards him by its own version of gravity.

But isn’t that just the way with us?

After all, after the first quake, something pulled me to look out the gaping hole that was once a window instead of heading for the concrete-lined stairwell. I had thought I’d wanted to see the devastation, but now I recognized the feeling for what it was: him.

“I felt you, too.”

He shakes his head, looking into my eyes with an intensity that makes me shiver. It’s a shift from his earlier care-free attitude.

“Not like this. Can’t be. I’m crazy with need for you. That’s why we can’t do anything tonight. If I were to even have a piece of you, even just my fingers inside you, I’d need to take all of you. The monster inside me would be loosed and I’d ravage you in a way that you couldn’t handle. Not tonight. This need for you that I have inside of me doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘gentle’.”

If he’s trying to talk me out of this, he’s doing a terrible job. I’m so wet, aching with the need for him, for release, that I can barely think straight.

Except, luckily for me, my lawyer brain never takes a day off. As I replay everything he said to me, pulsing with more and more need with every spiral, I stumble on a loophole.

“So, what if you don’t go inside me then?”

His warm, chocolate eyes harden into a steel gaze. With his hand not holding mine, he moves his hand to play at the apex of my thighs, just a breath away from where I need it most. Through the thin fabric of my tights, every brush scorches at my skin.

“Yeah?” he asks, letting his knuckles whisper at my core and his fingers continue to work my thigh.

“Yeah,” I answer, with the most enthusiastic nod known to mankind.

In a heartbeat, he whirls me around so that my back is pressed up against the glass wall. He hooks his fingers into the waist of my tights and underwear and pushes them both down with one smooth motion.

His eyes drop down and he moans. His fingers move to touch me, over my clit and past to where I’m positively dripping. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks off every last trace of me. He groans, closing his eyes briefly at the taste of me.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he rasps.

He moves his fingers back to my pussy, working my clit as I step out of my pants. Not exactly easy since I have to pull them off my feet and shoes, as I’m being stroked to a blinding bliss.

“Should we move this somewhere more… accessible?” I ask.

He smirks. “Are you up for something a bit unconventional?”

Since there’s been absolutely nothing conventional about us up until now, I see no reason to start.

“Define unconventional,” I say as evenly as I can, despite the fact that my hips are bucking every time he does this swirling motion against my clit with the pads of his fingers.

“I don’t fly so much as I control the direction of different people or objects’ gravitational pull.”

He nods his head backwards to where the stools are now floating.

“Okay…” I say, still not fully understanding what he means by this.

The next moment, though, I’m the one floating. Rising higher and higher, my stomach jolts as my feet leave the ground. When my hips are in line with his face, I stop rising and he pushes me back against the window. He hooks each of my legs over his broad shoulders so that I’m spread out wide and waiting for him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers again. Then leans forward to inhale the scent of me like he’s a starving man about to devour a world-class meal.

Then he pauses. He looks up at me with those brown eyes of his with a sweet nervous look.

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