Say Yes, Senator

When his hands found my nipples, I moaned into his mouth. Jesus had always known how to tease me, to thrill me to the point of no return so that he could stand back and watch me crash and burn. My nipples pebbled under his touch, yearning for his mouth, but his tongue was occupied with my lips.

I moved my hips, trying to raise myself up to meet his cock. It was like we were fused together. We were going to dry hump our way to an orgasm at this rate!

I fumbled with his clothes, desperate to see him naked now and Jesus pulled his face away from me so that he could ease off his jacket and then his t-shirt.

I gasped when I saw his naked body. I had fantasized about it for so long, and now finally I saw it. I rose myself off the bed slightly, just so that I could reach out and touch the angles of his abs. He was wide and strong, his muscles moving like a well-oiled machine with every move that he made. His biceps bulged, and his belly was washboard flat. That light dusting of dark hair remained in the center of his chest, where the tattoo of a cross was a new addition.

I ran my fingertips over the intricate art, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Jesus’ religion was an integral part of his life, and I could see that it hadn’t diminished. A cross hung from a silver chain around his neck and now as he lowered himself back down on me, it swung over my face.

“I have to have you,” he mumbled under his breath, and I parted my lips.

His hands roughly drew up my crop top, and my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him. He lowered his head, and I could feel his hot breath falling on me. I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side and he wedged himself between my thighs.

Slowly, and like he was concentrating on detonating the bomb, he undid the clasps of my bra. He pulled my top over my head and then my bra, and I felt the tingle of the cold air in the room on my skin. My nipples ached for him, but his hands had moved down to my jeans now.

Slowly, he undid those as well, and he jerked it down my legs till they fell away to the floor. He splayed his hand over my panties, and then hooking his fingers on the elastic, he pulled that down too.

Once again, I was completely naked while Jesus was only partially so. I wanted to see his cock. That big magnificent cock of his, that was capable of setting my body on fire. His waist was narrow in his jeans, and a dark trail of hair disappeared down his navel into his pants. My body shuddered.

Jesus brought his mouth to my nipple abruptly. He had taken me by surprise, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair as he latched himself to me. I arched my back, throwing my head back in pleasure as his mouth engulfed my nipple. He sucked and tugged, and I could feel the growing, throbbing ache between my legs.

They were spread apart, winding around his hips and ass, pulling him closer to me while he continued to suck on my breast. Then his fingers traveled down, over my belly, till he had reached the hot wet core between my thighs.

I bit down on my lip as he teased my folds. With his thumb, he started stroking my clit, and I knew I was getting close.

“You’re not allowed to come till I let you,” I heard him say, suddenly lifting his face from my breasts. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I liked being told what to do, by him and only by him. Controlling my wave of orgasm was going to be an effort, and I tried to control my breathing.

He wasn’t making it easy for me, rubbing my clit and stroking my wet pussy while he sucked on my other breast.

I dug my nails into his back, feeling the power in his biceps as he kept his hands working away at my pussy. Then I felt one finger slip in. I moaned loudly, arching my body to meet his, while his finger slid deep inside me. A second finger joined in and then a third, within a minute, three of his fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices trickling out.

“Jesus…please…” I begged him to let me come.

He stopped sucking on my breast and looked at me with an amused twinkle in his eye.

“Not so fast, baby,” he said and increased the pace of his fingers. With his thumb on my clit, and his fingers sliding in and out of me, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. I was going to have to defy him; my body was giving up.

I cried out just as I was about to explode, but Jesus pulled his fingers out of me, lifting his mouth away from my breasts as well. He straightened himself up, and I watched with my breath sucked in, as he stood over me, undoing his jeans.

When his boxers came down, I finally saw that cock again. Raging red, with a glistening tip, big and ready with his balls hanging hungrily down. I wanted to feel those balls smacking against my ass as he drove into me.

I parted my legs for him, not shy to ask for what I wanted. Jesus had a grin on his face as he joined me on the bed again, this time, grabbing my waist with both hands to flip me around.

I purred at the thought of what was going to happen. I flipped my head back, my hair flying in a tumble over my shoulders as I arched my torso, sticking my ass up towards him. My belly was flat, pinned down on the mattress and then I felt his hands on me again. His large, strong hands, warm and firm on either side of my waist.

He was planting himself on the edge of the bed, hovering over me with his cock pressing down on my back now. Just a trailer of the force with which he was going to thrust into me. His grip on my body was strong, and he lifted one hand to slap my ass. I felt the pinch on my skin, and I winced and then purred again.

“You like that?” he growled, and I nodded my head. I wanted him to slap my ass again, and he obliged. It came down with a smack on my skin, and I moaned.

“Come on my command,” he grunted, just as I felt his hands parting my ass. With one finger, he tested the stickiness of my pussy. He didn’t need to do that; I was dripping wet. My pussy was swollen and ready for his cock.

Jesus grunted when he pushed his cock into my pussy, and my body slid over the mattress from the force. I moaned, pressing my eyes closed from the sensation of having him inside me again.

His hands were holding me down; my ass was sticking up, giving him access to my deepest hottest core. His cock slid out of me, completely and he waited for one heartbeat before he thrust it back into me and I cried out again.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured under his heavy breaths, and I pulled at the bedsheets with my clenched fists, and Jesus thrust his cock into me again.

He was reaching me deep inside, right where I knew the spot was. My body shook from the sensation as he started pulling and pushing rhythmically now. Over and over again. Our voices were loud as we moaned, Jesus grunted, and I called out his name.