Page 71 of Priestly Sins

We move through the bathroom in silence. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not easy for me either.

When I get to the bedroom, she throws one of my T-shirts over her head, placing the towel in the hamper.

She holds my gaze and climbs back into my bed, scooting to the side opposite our lovemaking, and pulls the covers over her body.

“You coming?” she asks gently, hesitantly, but with a contentment that I’ve never seen on her.

I nod, flip off the light, and slide in behind her, spooning into her.

“You okay?” I can’t place why I’m curious. Just feel that thing hanging in the air and don’t know what the thing is.

“Better than okay.”

“Good.” I kiss her neck as she wiggles back into my lap and my cock responds.

“Sorry,” I say, “But you have an effect on me.”

She giggles quietly and pulls my hand up to her lips where she kisses my fingertips. She takes one and sucks it deep.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“You sure?’

“Bring it on.” She rolls her chin back and pushes her ass into my cock as a dare.

I withdraw the hand she was sucking on to drop my sleep pants below my cock and my balls and rub my shaft with it. It takes next to nothing, smelling her, having her lie next to me, until I’m hard.

I reach back around and lift her top leg, propping it up with my knee, and trail my finger through her wetness. Fuck.

“You want me, Sirona?”

She nods.

“And if I do this?” I insert my fingers into her and spread her wetness up and down.

She nods.

“You’re wet, baby. You like this?”

She wiggles but keeps nodding. I rub her clit in even, deliberate strokes.

Finally, when I’m teasing myself more than I’m teasing her, I roll up onto all fours and lift her into the same position.

I lean over and kiss her shoulder and whisper into her ear, “Hold on to the wall, baby, and try not to scream.”

Her answering shiver spreads the grin wide across my face.

I take my dick and toy with her opening. She wiggles and slides backward, trying to find me. I wait and keep sliding her wetness up and down, caressing her puckered opening with my thumb, watching her move like she is dancing, waiting for me.

I keep up my teasing, waiting for her to speak.

When she huffs, “Sean!” finally annoyed with my teasing, I shove in to the hilt and revel in the sound of her sharp inhale.

She moans loud and long.

“You called, baby?”