Page 84 of Defended By Love

A heartbeat later, his gravitational power has me up off the bed and up against the wall. Suspended with my back against the wall, Grant moves into the place between my legs, still kneeling on the bed. My pussy is at the perfect height for him to dive into.

“You want this?” he asks, biting his lower lip while staring at my dripping pussy.

“Fuck, yes.”

The third time’s the charm.

Without wasting a single second, he moves forward and devours my soaking sex. From all his teasing, my clit is absolutely swollen and pulsing with need. The feel of his tongue and the brush of his teeth against it, is enough to make me cry out.

My yell only encourages him. He sucks and licks at my clit with a frenzy that has me shaking.

Even though I’m mostly pinned with his gravitational redirection against the wall, my body starts to sag from overstimulation. The feeling of a constant buzzing under my skin, along with jolts of pleasure through my body, have me vibrating and bucking with need.

Not pausing in the slightest, Grant runs a hand up one of my dangling legs and wraps it around the back of his head. Then, he does the same with the other. The feeling of his hand scorches up my leg. I pull him impossibly closer to my center, while resting my legs on his shoulders.

With the new support, I take a deep breath in.

I can handle this.

At least, that’s what I think before he puts his fingers in me.

Giving my clit a knee-clenching suck, he plunges two fingers easily into my slippery core. Each thrust of his fingers brings me higher and higher—both literally and figuratively. Though I’m barely aware of it, we both start to rise higher and higher off the bed.

As Grant curls and fucks his fingers into me, his mouth continues to lick and suck. I ride his face in an uncontrolled frenzy, just needing to be closer to him. My legs are vices around his head and my fingers are hooks in his hair.

Even as I yell out for more, my body reaches out for it. Legs, fingers, hips, everything about me reaches out to him to make us as close as possible.

“More,” I scream in an uncontrolled way that I’ve never felt. I’m not even sure he has more to give. He’s tonguing me with a snarling ferocity that makes my clit thrum with an almost painful delight. He’s truly unleashed.

Lost to abandon, lost to the pleasure, lost to Grant, I let my orgasm build higher and higher as I scream louder and louder as we float up and up. Everything about us, about us coming together reaches new heights.

But it’s the lightness in my heart that lifts to a new place.

I’ve never felt so unburdened. Free to just ride whatever goodness comes my way.

When my orgasm reaches its crescendo, it’s like the pleasure cracks through some restrictive veneer. I scream out once more as Grant slaps at my throbbing pussy with the pads of his fingers. The jolt forces one more crackling wave of ecstasy from me that I would’ve thought was impossible.

Warmth, happiness, and rapture flow through me as Grant and I slowly lower to his bed.

Happiness hums through my body like a long-lost friend. There on Grant’s cartoon sheets, in his tender arms, I finally feel satisfied.

Sexually, yes.

But also something deeper. For once, I don’t feel the itch to be productive, to move, to get ahead. I just want to lie here forever, basking in the glow of being truly loved.

At least until I hear the creak from above.

Grant and I both freeze.

“Grant,” I hiss. “Is your mother home?”

Grant’s eyes go wide in a way that might be funny if I wasn’t a fun combination of mortified and furious.

Beside him on his nightstand, his phone pings. His eyes wander over to his display before snapping back to me.

“Is that your mom?”

Grant runs his hand through his hair. “Is lying still off the table?”

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