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The house was quiet and I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only three in the morning and I was exhausted. Despite that, I forced my eyes to remain open and the force field outside to stay intact. It was only a few more hours until dawn and then I could let my guard down.
The stair creaked and I rolled onto my side, meeting Valerie’s gaze.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.
I wished that was my problem. I was having a hard time staying awake. I just sent a smile in her direction instead of voicing my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” I sat up as she approached, making space for her on the couch.
“Not really.” She plunked down next to me and wrapped her arms around my arm, using my shoulder as a headrest. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because if you hadn’t convinced Damian to give Raven’s mojo a try, I’d be dead right now.”
I remained silent and covered her hand with mine. “I didn’t do it for you,” I said after a few minutes of soul searching. “It was a matter of self-preservation.”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “What do you mean?”
I let out a small laugh. “I was responsible for that demon getting to you. If I didn’t try, and I had let Damian take you out to sea...” I pulled out of her grip and slid out from under the covers. The moonlight danced on the water outside and I stared at the hypnotizing patters the waves made before continuing. “If I let you die without trying to save you, I would have lost faith in winning this war.”
She joined me at the window, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. “You wouldn’t have given up,” she whispered in my ear.
I focused on the reflection in the window, on her calico eyes. She didn’t know how close to the edge I really was. “Babe, I’m a disaster away from falling apart.”
The admission raked its weak nails across my skin, leaving a gradual burn that turned in my stomach. I didn’t like being on the edge. It was not a comfortable place for me and my volatile gifts.
She reached out, cupping my cheek and turned my head towards her. I met her gaze and shifted to face her. “No, you’re not,” she said and pulled me to her lips before I could correct her.
Time stopped and I think I stopped breathing with it. Her kiss captivated me like nothing else ever had. Her hands slid from around my neck down my chest and around my waist. Just the feel of her fingertips on my skin lit a fire inside me and the t-shirt she wore wasn’t enough to save her from the need ripping through me.
It was animalistic and fierce and I tore the fabric from her body in a fit of uncontrollable lust. I maneuvered her past the couch and up the stairs, our lips only parting in order to take a breath. Before I knew it, I was on top of her on my bed with my hands caressing her breasts and my mouth savoring her hard nipples. She clutched a fistful of my hair and pulled me back to her lips.
I shifted and traced the lines of her stomach down to her underwear, smiling at the sudden appearance of goose bumps all over her flesh. The thin fabric between her legs was damp and I broke the kiss, moving down her body, teasing her with my tongue.
Valerie made a sweet noise of surrender when I pressed my mouth to her underwear, blowing a breath through the fabric. I didn’t wait for acknowledgement, instead, I ripped the underwear from her body and tossed it to the floor.
She followed the progression of the ruined fabric and then looked at me. “I just bought those,” she whispered.
“So?” I said and pushed her thighs apart. The moment my tongue parted her, I think all her thoughts and retorts disappeared. She sighed and twirled a lock of my hair in her fingers, enjoying the spoils of my mouth. I gently slid my finger inside her and she moaned softly, further fueling the fire inside me.
I tapped into her mind, reading the things that she liked and those that were ‘eh’. She wanted more, more of me, and I followed her desires, bringing her over the brink more than once before I worked my way back up to her mouth.
The urge to tear off my shorts and fuck the daylights out of her took hold but I resisted. Valerie shifted, pushing me onto my back and then she broke the kiss, traveling down my body with her lips, teasing me in a way I never knew existed.
She pulled my shorts to my knees and I propped up on my elbows. “Val,” I warned and then her mouth swallowed the tip of my cock and I forgot all about my warning. Instead, I watched her suck and lick and swallow me whole. She was fucking fantastic.
She shifted again and I smiled when she planted her knees on either side of my head. She might be a virgin, but damned if she didn’t know the art of oral sex. I pulled her toward me and fucked her with my tongue and fingers, making her moan around my cock. She came again and again and I forced myself to hold off, to prolong the heaven that was her mouth. Each stroke of her lips brought me closer to my own climax and finally, I let go.
My entire body went rigid with the power of it and I sucked her harder, groaning against her soaking pussy. Valerie didn’t pull away; instead, she swallowed, gently sucking until I said okay.
She shuffled into the crook of my arm and we stared at the ceiling, unable to speak. Hell, I have no idea how she was able to move because I certainly couldn’t right now.
“That was fucking brilliant,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Brilliant?” I turned my head toward her.
She grinned. “Fucking brilliant.”
I had never been referred to as fucking brilliant in bed, but then again, I really only had Sandy as a reference and nothing we ever did compared to this.
“You were fucking brilliant,” I smiled.
“I’m not sure about that,” she said and her cheeks turned crimson almost glowing in the darkness.
“This surpasses anything I’ve experienced to date. You were fucking brilliant.” I leaned towards her and grabbed a kiss.
“So, I’m better than a houseful of demons?” she teased.
“Worlds,” I said. “Even without the bondage.”
She covered the laughter with her hand, stifling the sound. I chuckled softly wondering just how mind blowing that would be. The only thing more satisfying than what I just experienced would be making love to the girl. My smile faltered and I stared at the ceiling again as the thoughts stirred me back to life.
I started to slide out from under her before I did something she didn’t want and she pushed me back down.
“Don’t go.”
“Val, hon, if I stay, I’m going to pin you to this bed and...” I inhaled and went to sit up. This time she pushed me down and swung her leg over me, coming up into a straddle position. I stared into her eyes, the swirling pattern as hypnotizing as the ocean’s moon dance.
“Val,” I said, again, as her hips slowly swirled, grinding me back to life. “Ah, fuck, Val,” I whispered and pulled her to my lips.
The sweetness of sliding inside her overwhelmed me and she winced, stiffening for a moment before settling down on top of me. She met my gaze and offered a forced smile and I put my hands on her thighs, holding her in place.
“Relax,” I said, and little by little, she did.
She started with slow hip grinding circles and I moved my thumb to her clit, circling lightly enough for her to forget the pain. I let her set the pace, keeping eye contact with her through it all and prayed she wouldn’t regret this in the morning light.
She smiled down at me, rolling her hips in circles in time with my thumb.
“You like that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.” The breathless quality of her voice reached into my heart taking another piece of it with her.
Valerie started sliding herself up and down my shaft in concert with her hip twirls and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was hot and wet and so fucking tight. I wanted to flip over and take control, but I didn’t want to hurt her again, and I was sure my control meant complete loss of such, so I let her get off with the slow ride.
I gripped her hips, moving her a little faster, until I felt the buildup start. She arched into me covering her own moan with her hand as she contracted, squeezing the cum right out of me. She shuddered, twirled her hips a couple of more times and collapsed on top of me while my body trembled with aftershocks.
“Holy Christ,” she whispered in my ear, and I wrapped my arms around her, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Complete and utter mind fuck,” I said and she pushed away, meeting my gaze.
She didn’t understand what I meant and the hurt in her eyes made me sigh.
“I’m now sure,” I said.
“About what?”
“You are not a rebound.”
Her head tilted.
“Everything before you was.”
Her hands fluttered to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. Valerie’s mind was open enough for me to know they weren’t tears of sadness. I’d touched her in a way she had never felt before.
So we were pretty much even in that respect.