Page 82 of Defended By Love

And I love it.

Each pass ratchets me up another aching notch until my body is impossibly hot and bursting with need.

“Please,” I beg as his fingers move on from where I need them most.

Grant cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Do you admit your plan was stupid?”

I bite my lip. The fact that he’s asking me something barely registers. I just need more of him.

“It worked,” I spit out despite the fact that I want to acquiesce to whatever he wants from me.

Grant moves his fingers back up my panties and pinches at my clit through the soaking fabric of my panties.

“Wrong answer,” he hums.

For a second, I’m afraid he’s going to stop. That we’re going to have to have one of those dumb conversations where no one tries to win and you have to start your sentences with ‘I feel’.

But he doesn’t stop.

Instead, my panties get flown from my body so that I’m bare before him. With eyes that are set back to full smolder, Grant looks over my fully naked body.

Using his knee to push my legs apart, Grant moves between my legs. His hand runs down the front of my pussy, his first two fingers down either side of my slit. Then, he uses those fingers to splay me open. His eyes devour the sight of my dripping, throbbing, swollen sex.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he mutters. The truth resounds in his voice just as much as it shows in his eyes or with the huge erection that bulges out from his pants.

I squirm under his touch as I eye his cock. My body yearns to be against him. To be close to him. To use his cock to bring me to the climax I so desperately need. Instead, he just tightens his hand on my wrists.

“For someone so smart, you really don’t have any idea where this is going, do you?”

Before I have time to respond, or even decide if I’m physically capable of making words, Grant’s fingers are inside of me. Two of his long, slender fingers slide right into my dripping pussy, making my hips buck with bliss.

“Fuck,” Grant breathes as he withdraws his fingers after a few pumps. Even to my sex-crazed eyes, I can see that his fingers are dripping with my juices. “You’re so wet for me, Sunshine,” he says, moving his fingers up to rub the wetness all over my pulsing clit.

I moan my agreement. My mouth falls open in a wanton pant, caught halfway between begging him to keep playing with my clit and begging him to finger fuck me some more.

“Please,” I breathe.

His thumb flicks out against my clit as his fingers go to dive back into my pussy. That little jolt almost pushes me over the edge.

I’m so fucking close.

So close.

I’m so close that this time, he adds a third finger as he fucks me with his hand. My pussy flutters around his hand, clenching and dripping even more for him.

When I look up at him, he looks at his hand moving in and out of me like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. His face is rapt and serious and so very in love. That look is what starts the chain reaction. The feeling starts in the very center of me and builds, tensing all my muscles, drawing my body tauter than violin strings before they sound out with the sweet release of music.

And then he stops.

A sound that’s equal parts whimper and growl screech out of me.

“What the hell?” I scramble onto my forearms to look up at him.

He’s released my arms and is sitting back on his heels, looking casual for all the world, despite his raging erection.

Grant smirks, taking in the flush across my body and my ragged breaths. He lifts his soaking fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them, closing his eyes as he savours my taste.

---