I wasn’t angry with her. Far from it, but she’d tried to hurt me and was still threatening bodily harm. Sure, I could hold her with my shield and pin her down without much effort, but the more she struggled, the less I wanted to release her. Her nicely padded cheeks were rubbing against my groin in a manner that was affecting me more than it should have. Of course, after several hours of training, we were both already stoked for sexual release and the passion of our argument wasn’t cooling either of us down.
As suddenly as her fist had tried to deck me, her struggles shifted from trying to escape my grasp, to just trying to face me. I felt her mind attempting to rejoin our meshing, and I opened up to her. We meshed again in seconds, and I could feel that her anger had morphed into passion. I eased my grip, letting her turn against me without letting go of her wrists.
Holding her hands against her lower back, I pulled her into me as she turned her face up to mine. We kissed deeply, passionately, as she ground her groin into mine. Through our meshing, we shared our need for release with each other. Our kiss became more intense. I released her wrists and placing my hands beneath her cheeks, I gathered her into my arms. Her hands came around me, cradling my head, and pulling my face tighter into hers.
After a few long minutes of kissing, her lips moved from mine. Her tongue and lips moved down my chin and across my throat. Her teeth nipped at my flesh, leaving small marks wherever they came together. I moaned in pleasure. Her fingers began unzipping my jacket. I spoke my new healing spell, and I felt the surge of power as Loki’s talisman amplified the spell. In a couple of minutes, the pain in her hand was gone as the bones knitted back together.
As Tess shoved my jacket off my shoulders, I activated my levitation tat again. We floated upwards, and I released her cheeks to grip the clasps to her sports bra. In another second, I dropped it to the ground and felt for the button to her leathers.
She already had my shirt unbuttoned and was working on my belt when I shifted part of my focus to her boots. Applying a little energy, I released her bootlaces, putting slack in them until I could slide them off her feet with another application of energy. Her socks followed and then I used my hands to push her pants and panties down her thighs with one smooth motion. By then Tess had my pants undone and was pushing them down my own thighs.
I focused energy, and in another second, she was naked. I started focusing on my own bootlaces, but Tess took matters into her own hands. She wrapped her legs around me, lined me up, and slid onto me until our pelvises ground together. I met her gaze and her eyes almost unfocused as we started to move together. The feelings of being inside her while at the same time feeling her sensations of surrounding me were intense. We moved together, slowly at first, and then at a pace that had both of us panting against the other.
Our mutual climax left each of us shuddering in the other’s arms, and it was all I could do to keep the levitation tat active.
When we regained our senses, we were floating horizontally at the top of our circle’s dome of energy, some twenty feet off the ground.
Chapter 8
Therese
I felt Rafe moving against me. Our arms were still wrapped around each other, and I eased my hold on him to let him move. I looked around. We were floating twenty feet off the ground. I felt relaxed, satisfied, in fact, we both did. Screwing while meshed was an incredible rush. Sharing sensations, emotions, and climaxes was nothing short of mind blowing. I stretched out, bumping my knees and elbows against the surface of the energy dome.
Raising my head, I found Rafe staring at me. I grinned and tweaked his left nipple.
“Ow! What’s that for?” he asked.
“For pissing me off, you ass.”
“Pissing you off? What about you trying to clock me one?”
“You deserved it. You didn’t have to push the issue.”
“Issue? What issue is that?”
I stared at him for a minute and felt my ire returning.
With a snort, I dropped out of the meshing and tried to sit up, banging my head against the dome which had become invisible to me as soon as I no longer had access to Rafe’s enhanced senses.
“Put us down. I want to get dressed,” I said.
He eyed me warily as if I might try to hit him again, but he lowered us. We rotated upright as we dropped.
I pushed back from him as I felt the ground beneath my toes. Turning my back on him, I looked for my clothes. My blouse was still folded neatly on my jacket, but my bra and panties had fallen into the dirt. I picked up my panties and found them coated with a light layer of the grit that made up what the locals called dirt. I shook them out and then used them to dry myself off. No longer being levitated, the remnants of our passion was now running down my thighs, and I didn’t have a towel. I certainly hadn’t been expecting the day’s events to flow as they had. Hmmm, maybe Douglas Adams had it right when he asserted that you should always know where your towel was.
When my thighs felt dry again, I tossed the damp panties onto my jacket and slipped on my leather pants. Thank God for the lining. I finished dressing as quickly
