Page 70 of Priestly Sins

I fall back onto the mattress, feet still on the floor and she climbs over me. She leans down to kiss my chest, dead center, and then the cross necklace there, and reaches behind her and guides my hardening cock to her entrance. She looks me dead in the eyes and slides down, taking me in fully with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face.

Waiting for a moment—a long moment where I think I’ll die—she lifts up and sinks down again.

“So good. So full.”

“Baby?”

She meets my gaze and stops again.

“Don’t stop.” That’s not what I wanted to say, but I have no brain when she stops.

She shakes her head and continues.

“Sirona, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck. So tight. So wet.”

She keeps up her pace and, when the slow rhythm about wipes out my ability to function, I sit up.

“Oh,” she moans and her eyes roll toward the ceiling.

“Like that?”

“So deep. So—”

I use my thumb on her clit and she sucks in breath like she can’t breathe.

Another moan and this time it’s loud. I kiss her to muffle it, our bodies trapping my hand.

Unable to take this slow rhythm and the inability to control the pace, I stand and flip her onto the bed, wrapping her legs around my lower back. I bend down and suck in her left nipple, while pumping my cock in and out furiously. I caress her with my thumb and add pressure and she comes. Her pussy squeezes and ripples against my cock.

I keep my thumb there, moving in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Again, baby.”

“I— I can’t. I’ll die.”

My chuckle must vibrate through my cock because she comes again and this time I can’t resist and I come too. Hot, pulsing cum, milked by her pussy as it sucks me in deep.

“Sirona,” I whisper and lean my face against her chest just under her throat, wrapping myself around her. “Waited so long for you.” It’s another whisper, one that feels scary to admit.

“That was—Sean, I— wow.”

I laugh quietly and she moans a little since I’m still inside her.

I pull her toward me and kiss her. Not the devouring need-you-now type, but the “I can’t be close enough to you” type.

Her wiggles do something to me and I’m getting hard again. Never been this responsive, this eager.

I stand, still inside her, still wrapped around her, and walk with her to the bathroom, turning on the shower.

I disconnect from her and grab a washrag to clean her up and then get us both into the shower.

We spend most of the time in silence. But when I clean her and get between her legs, I freeze. No condom.

“Was… I didn’t use protection. I didn’t ask.”

“We’re covered.”

I don’t like that. Don’t want to know so I don’t ask, so I kiss her shoulder blade, her forehead, her collarbone and, just as my cock wants to grow yet again, I wash myself and throw the water onto cold just as she’s exiting the doors.