Page 115 of The Love of Priest 2

Chapter Twenty-Three

Britain initiated the start of her day pretty early.

She relaxed her body under the steaming waters of a morning shower as she lathered her skin with aromatic body wash.

Not long into her shower, she could hear the glass shower door glide open, then shut.

Glancing over her shoulder, she was met with Priest's frame as he reached over her head to adjust the temperature of the water to a much cooler setting.

She smacked her lips as she swatted his hand away so she could readjust the water back to the steaming hot temperature she preferred.

"Morning to you too," she slyly let out since he absentmindedly failed to greet her.

Priest chuckled. "Morning,Gioia," he greeted her before craning down and sitting a light kiss on her lips like he did every morning. "It feels like the pits of hell in here, G," he complained.

"See, don't start," she said, shaking her head. "If you want, you can wait until I'm finished. Better yet, there's mad showers in this house. Go use one of those," she suggested.

In return, Priest smacked his lips, waving her off.

"If I'm being honest, I really came in here for some morning sex since you were out of the bed so early.

" He shrugged his broad shoulders nonchalantly.

His hands immediately gravitated to her curvy hips, bringing her in closer.

As he peered down at her, she could see lust protruding from his eyes as her bare body was on full display before him.

His bluntness amused her, causing her to shake her head in laughter. "If you haven't noticed, I'm up early because I have plans that can't be pushed back because you want to get your dick wet," Britain teased as she reached up to nudge his head lightly.

Priest smacked his lips and then scoffed. "All I need is twenty minutes."

A smirk gallivanted across his handsome face while his hands trailed up from her sides and cupped her ample and perky breasts.

He eyed her through his dark hooded orbs, sending a swarm of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She knew she was pressed for time, but he was tempting.

He stood tall before her with the water from the shower coating his tattoo-covered skin.

His chest was built, and his midriff was defined with a toned six-pack.

Her eyes continued to trail down Priest's body, immediately catching sight of his long, thick morning wood.

"Ten minutes," she warned him, cutting his requested time in half.

Another scoff aired out of Priest. "I said twenty," he reiterated in a firm tone as he lifted her from the ground with ease.

A thrilling feeling filled her body as she wrapped her legs around his torso.

Her hands were free from the loofa she once had, and she now cupped her hands on the sides of his face.

She could feel the trimmed hairs of his neatly lined beard press against her palms. He wasted no time crashing his lips into hers.

He took control of the kiss, his hand crannied at the crook of her neck as he pressed her against the shower wall.

The kiss grew progressively sloppier and wetter as the heat began to ignite within their bodies.

She reached down, cupping her small hand around the girth of his erect dick.

He parted from the intense kiss, a smirk playing out on his lips.

"When I put it on you, don't run from me," he throated out with a lick of his lips.

A scoff sounded from Britain. "Priest, please," she waved him off.

Finding her sly response amusing, he nodded his head. "Heard'ju, Brit," he said with a level of cockiness only he could make look good.

He bit down on his bottom lip while he was eye level with her breasts.

He then proceeded to sit delicate kisses along her bare chest, taking his time admiring her body.

A faint moan aired out of her as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.

Slowly, he swirled his tongue around her nipple before shifting to the other breast. His lips continued to descend lower and lower on her body.

He took his time to admire the addition of her new bellybutton piercing, causing his dick to jump as he dispensed his kisses.

He maintained a firm and secure grip on her as he lifted her higher so her legs were resting on his broad shoulders.

A gasp fled out of Britain as he positioned her wet core right on his lips and his warm tongue parted the plump lips of her pussy.

He submerged his tongue into her wet pink flesh, basking in the taste of her sweetness.

He skillfully worked his tongue, reaching every nook and cranny.

He took his time, gradually progressing the pace of his tongue as he devoured her.

The hot water that streamed from the shower head coated their bodies, ultimately alleviating any and every sign of tension and stress they carried within the week.

This allowed Britain's body to feel open and at ease, which intensified the pleasure he was delivering with his skillful tongue.

In ecstasy, her mouth hung agape while moans sounded out of her as Priest sucked on her clit.

"Right there, Priest," she encouraged him before her teeth sank into her plump bottom lip.

She could feel every direction his tongue moved in.

He French kissed her pussy with passion, every so often circling her clit with his tongue and bringing her to the brink of her release before pulling back and teasing her.

As she rocked her hips to maximize her pleasure, she coated his face with her wetness.

He plunged two fingers deep into the canal of her pussy.

Her breathing lodged in her throat as her neatly painted white toes curled in bliss.

"Priest!" she quivered out as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

His tongue remained fused onto her clit as he flicked his tongue rapidly against it, all the while working his fingers in her wetness.

He remained latched onto her clit, sucking on it slowly and causing it to throb in pleasure.

She could no longer contain herself. She could feel the pressure build in the pit of her stomach as her moans spilled out of her louder.

Her sweet, sticky cum pooled out of her pussy, lathering his fingers as her legs shook.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers out of her, an accomplished chuckle streaming out of him.

To taunt her, he licked his fingers clean of her cum before an egotistical smirk canvassed his face.

He stood her back on her feet, her body limp and weightless as she rested her head on his chest to regain her strength and breathing.

She could feel his hand creep between her thighs and his fingers feather over the slit of her still sensitive pussy.

Quickly, she grabbed his wrist, swatting him away with her eyes narrowed at him.

It didn't take long for her to regain her strength.

He could see the same devilish look he had in his eye take over her usually soft brown orbs.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as Britain lowered herself to her knees.

Taking his erect dick into her hand, she marveled at its girth, stroking him slowly.

Lowering her head, she teasingly circled her tongue around his bulging tip.

Her spit cascaded down his shaft, accumulating in her hands.

She took as much length as she could to the back of her throat.

He tried his hardest to contain himself, but she was making it damn near impossible. The warm flesh of her jaws latched around his dick as she bobbed her head up and down. His breathing grew choppy as his ears were delighted with the sounds of her light gags as she worked her mouthpiece on him.

The head Britain was giving Priest grew wet and untamed. Her spit streamed down her chin as she pulled Priest in and out of her mouth. The spit that pooled from her mouth seeped into the crevices of her hands, lathering her palms as she rotated them in opposite directions of each other.

"Fuck, Gioia," a heavy grunt sounded from him as he tangled his hands in her hair, gripping her tresses.

She pulled his dick out her mouth, diverting her attention to his balls.

He cursed as he felt a rush of pleasure overcome his body once she swept her tongue against his balls, teasing him.

With spit running down her chin and tears brimming her eyes, she gazed up at him, allowing him to bust his thick nut right onto her face.

His chest rose and fell heavily as he panted from the climax he had just endured.

A content grin etched her face as she rose from her knees and stood underneath the shower head to rinse her face of his cum.

He pushed up behind her, gripping her waist so he could position her how he wanted her.

With her bent over and her hands planted against the shower wall, Priest positioned and aligned himself perfectly with her core.

He stroked his dick, quickly bringing himself back to life.

Priest teased her with the tip of his dick, swiping it along the slits of her pussy.

A whimper aired out of Britain as her stomach tightened in deep anticipation of the thought of him being deep inside her walls.

With care and patience, he slid his full length into her.

A groan full of satisfaction echoed out of Priest as he sank into the wetness of her pussy.

His hooded eyes shut briefly as he clenched his jaws to keep his stamina intact.

Britain had the best pussy he had ever experienced, and he would argue that with anybody.

He was well aware that what made Britain so intoxicating to him was more than just her pussy being good, but also the fact that he was mentally, emotionally and spiritually aligned with her.

Not only were they physically pleasing each other, but they ignited sparks within all aspects of each other’s being.