Page 19 of Blood and Penance (The Puglisi Crime Family #1)
Chapter Eighteen
Phoenix
When I look into Gianni’s fiery gaze, a sudden heat flares between my thighs. He pushes my legs further apart, then runs his fingers between my folds, causing a shiver to move through my body.
“Have you missed me?” he asks, pushing a couple of his thick, long fingers inside my entrance.
My body is so wrapped up in the moment I don’t even answer.
“Your pussy missed me even if you didn’t.
” He shoves his fingers deeper and harder inside me.
“Look at how wet you are for me. I can only imagine how you will feel and taste.”
“For a priest, you have such a nasty mouth, Father.” I lick my lips. “How about you use it?”
He slaps my pussy, the sound of wet flesh echoes throughout the room. “Fuck.” I let out a deep groan.
“Did you forget who you’re talking to?”
One thing about the good Father is he doesn’t like me talking shit, especially in the bedroom.
I just wanted to see how he would react if I push him just a little out of this zone he’s created for himself and what he believes is acceptable for a priest. He needs to shed the heavy guilt he feels about enjoying what his God created for His people to enjoy.
It hurt to hear that he harms himself when he has sexual thoughts or does sexual things, which is something I’m going to discuss with him in more detail later.
It’s natural for us to have urges and experiences.
If sex is so bad, or not meant to be enjoyed, why would He have created it? Why would He have made it so enjoyable?
“Father, please.”
His eyes darken, a slow, smoldering intensity taking hold.
From the first time I called him Father, I noticed the change in his demeanor.
It’s like he enjoys the merging of the man he is with the man I love.
Or maybe it gives him permission to live in the moment.
Whatever it is, I’m going to use it to my advantage.
“Please what, amore mio ?”
“Please make me come, Father.”
“I’ll give you a choice this one time.” He slides another finger inside me my causing my entire body to shudder. “Do you want my mouth or my dick?”
“Both,” I moan.
There’s no way I’m going to choose between his mouth and his dick. And he knows that. Why would I choose when I can have both?
“Such a greedy, girl.”
He settles in between my legs, and for a moment he hesitates, like he’s second guessing if he should continue. When I look into his eyes, I can see the struggle. He wants this as much as I do, but he believes he’s going against God. He’s in his head too much.
I brush my knuckles against his jaw.
“There’s nothing wrong with us being together, Gianni. We love each other.”
“You love me?” he asks like he can’t believe the words that have come out of my mouth.
I want to be the one to tell him, he’s the one who walked away from me, but we’ve moved past that. Well, I hope we have. We need to reconnect with one another on this level.
“I never stopped. I'll always love you, Gianni. You have to know that.”
With no more words, he slides inside me, and we both groan at the sensation. It has been years since I felt so complete. I can only describe the feeling as coming home.
My marriage and the times I’ve spent with Lio don’t even count or compare to Gianni.
Regardless of our time apart, the issues we will no doubt face once this bubble we are creating for one night, bursts, Gianni will always be home to me.
At least we will have one night of peace before everything goes to hell.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he moans, kissing me as his thrusts get harder and faster. “God, I’ve missed you so much, Phoenix.”
He hikes my legs onto his shoulders as he continues to slam inside me. Our moans and groans echo inside the room, of the rectory, and all I can think of is this has to be our new beginning and not our end. There’s no way I can go through this life anymore without him by my side.
“You’re close,” he says. “I can feel it. Are you ready to come, amore mio ?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Come for me,” he commands, as he pinches my clit.
The world ceases to exist around me. My entire body floods with heat as my orgasm barrels into me like a tidal wave.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Choke my dick.”
His thrusts speed up, becoming erratic as he pushes my legs back further. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts and his cum fills me.
He pulls out then settles between my legs. He dives in without warning, licking me from my entrance to my clit, then expertly sucking on my sensitive bundles of nerves.
“Gianni,” I moan, pushing his head closer to my core. “That feels so good, baby.”
He hums against my wet flesh as I grind against his tongue. His fingers dig into my thighs as he tries to keep me still. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
He dives back in me once more, sucking my clit into his mouth, then swirling the tip of his tongue around it, before pulling it back into my mouth. My body shudders as another orgasm races through me.
“Gianni!” I scream as a gush of arousal floods his mouth. My legs shake on his shoulders.
He continues to lick, suck, and drink from me like he can’t get enough.
When I can’t take it anymore, I push him away.
He raises his head from between my legs, and the smile on his face stops my heart.
“I love you,” I say because it’s all I can feel at this moment. “And I don’t want this to end, Gianni.”
I don’t expect him to say anything, but I just need him to hear it. What we share with one another is perfect, and I hope he can feel that despite his reservations.
When he lies beside me, he pulls me into his arms. “I don’t want this to end,” I say again.
He kisses me on the forehead. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s get some rest. We’ve got to come up with a plan to deal with all of this.”
“We’ll get through this,” I say as my eyes get heavy.
He pulls me closer, sighing. “I hope you’re right,” he whispers.
I can already hear the detachment in his voice.
I think he may be regretting what we did, or maybe I’m just looking too much into it.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings, but hopefully I get the Gianni who loves me, the one who doesn’t walk away from a challenge.
Not the one who questions himself because he believes he’s sinned against God.