Page 89 of Defended By Love

Grant smirks. “You’re always the sexiest thing I’ve ever imagined.”

“So,” I say leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “How about you help me out a little so I can fuck your brains out?”

A feral sound unleashes from inside of him. My panties dampen from more than just the rain. I love, love how Grant has this animalistic side that only comes out for me.

“I can get us to your place in ten minutes if I really push,” he says.

“No,” I say, grinding a little extra against the full, hard length of his cock just to make sure I get my point across. “If you take me home, any number of coincidences are going to conspire to keep us from fucking.”

“Here?”

I lean to the side and lick the raindrops off Grant’s neck. “No one’s around.”

Grant looks around, his eyes lingering on the nearby buildings. Then, he nods.

“You keep doing that thing with your hips,” he says, giving my ass a friendly slap. “And I’ll take us around to the alley.”

Done and done.

I nibble and lick some more at Grant’s neck and earlobe, delighting in the sound of his moans, while he steers us around to the back of the building. While it’s still not even remotely private, there’s less of a chance of being spotted in the alley.

Not that I care.

Neighbours, cameras, peeping Tom rodents—they can all get as much of an eyeful as they want. It’s all moot in the reset anyways.

Grant pushes me up against the side of the building and holds me there with his gravitational power. His hand trails down the front of my stomach, feeling my hot skin through the drenched fabric of my shirt.

His hand keeps going until it’s under my pants and panties, his middle fingers rubbing right where I need it most.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs into my neck. Then, his fingers slide into me. Already, I’ve become addicted to the way he fucks me with his fingers. They hit spots in me I didn’t even know needed fucking. His other hand, the one not bringing me embarrassingly close to orgasm already, is tangled up in my wet hair as he devours my neck. The feel of his hot mouth and the cool rain has my entire body on sensitivity overdrive.

“Inside me. Now.”

Grant pulls back. “There’s a couple problems with that.”

“No,” I growl. “There are no problems.”

Grant presses on, looking like he hates himself for doing so. “I don’t have any protection. Not really room in the ole suit.”

“I’m on the shot,” I say, edging my pants lower off my hips. “Besides with the whole reset…” I trail off. Time loops weren’t exactly covered in sex ed, but I figure a full body reset counts as safe sex.

The building behind us gives its first shake. There’s a crashing noise of all the fumigator equipment by the service entrance falling over. There’s also a piercing noise that trills lightly against the boom.

“This would be the other thing,” Grant says, gesturing to the building.

“We have time between rumbles. Just keep the debris off us,” I half-yell against the complaints of the shuddering tower. “Besides, I don’t think this will take very long.”

Grant goes to protest, but then nods. “Fuck it. You’re right.”

Then, quick as he can be, the suit is magically pulled from his body and his cape wraps around us—our own little private love-cocoon as the world self-destructs around us.

I float up until my entrance is poised right over his pulsing cock. For a moment, we don’t move. It’s just the two of us and our beating hearts as everything else thrashes to pieces in the pouring rain. The world screams its defiance to the world as Grant gently presses his forehead to mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and feel the utter perfection of the moment. I’m at perfect peace.

At least until a second later when Grant thrusts into me and rocks me to my very core. He lets out an animalistic roar as he pushes his cock into me until he’s fully sheathed inside me. Then, he stays there while our chests heave and we stare into each other’s eyes.

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