Against Gravity I *

Daphne expected that Atticus would fling her onto the bed to proceed with their bedroom activities, but to her surprise, Atticus carried her to the wall.

"Atticus? What are you doing?" Daphne asked in confusion, her hands instinctively clinging to his shoulders for stability. She knew that Atticus would never drop her on purpose, but this was a wall! 

A vertical surface! 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Atticus retorted impishly, easily guiding her legs to his waist. 

Daphne flushed as her legs wrapped around his hips. In this position, her legs were wide open. If she wasn't wearing her dress, her womanhood would be completely exposed! It was obscene and lewd, and somehow the very thought made her grow wetter in her undies. 

It was all Atticus's fault, Daphne internally despaired. She was never such a harlot with such desires. He had corrupted her and now there was no going back. 

"How much do you love this dress?" Atticus asked.