Pistoning into her with a kind of savage violence, I reach for her breasts and flatten my hands against them, massaging her flesh and brushing my fingertips over her hard nipples.
"I want you to cum," she repeats, leaning into me and digging her fingernails into my pectorals, doing it hard enough to draw blood, or at least to leave a nice red memento of what we’re doing right now. "Cum, Connor … cum for me," she repeats, and her words seem to wrap themselves around my mind like a blanket.
Closing my eyes, I start fucking her with abandonment, beads of sweat dripping down from my face and falling onto the altar cloth. My muscles seem to be burning with the effort, but I don’t stop; instead, I go even faster, pushing through the pain and exhaustion, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking of me.
"Oh, God,
I’m --" I hear her say, but the end of that sentence is replaced by a moan so loud and high-pitched that I feel my skin prickling. Her pussy tightens up around my cock once more, and it does it so fiercely that it feels like my cock is stuck into a vice. Feeling that tightness around my shaft is enough to make me explode.
"Fuck," I groan, feeling as if a column of hot blue fire is dancing up my spine, its flames lapping at my body and turning it into ashes. My cock starts spasming hard, shaking against her tight inner walls, and I feel my cum traveling upward the length of my shaft. Next thing I know, my cock is gushing all of my seed into her, each spasm of mine unleashing a veritable river of semen into her.
We’re cumming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.
"You did it," Clarise chuckles softly, pushing her hands against the altar as she raises her hips. My cock pops out of her fast, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see my white seed dripping down her inner thighs. "But now look at the mess you’ve made of me…" she continues, kneeling between my spread legs and taking one hand to her drenched pussy. Using two fingers, she scoops up a thick strand of semen and, without taking her eyes off mine, she raises her hand to her mouth and slides her fingers past her lips.
"Mm," she moans, sucking her fingers dry. Then she’s back at it, scooping one more strand of cum; this time, though, she doesn’t take her fingers to her mouth. No, she leans into me and, using her fingertips, she brushes my own seed over my lips, painting them in white.
"Get over here," I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I take my hands to her ass cheeks and push her further down.
With her pussy on my mouth, I react by instinct and open my mouth wide, using both my lips and tongue to ravage her wetness. My cum keeps on flowing out of her pussy like a river, and it streams into my mouth easily, coating my tongue with the bittersweet taste of my seed.
Swaying her hips rhythmically, she rubs her pussy against my face, slowly losing control as the clock keeps on ticking. By now I already feel cum dripping down my chin and face, gooey beads of it making their way down my neck.
"Now this is what I’m talking about," Clarise laughs, finally rolling to the side and laying down by my side. Laying in silence, we stare at the vaulted ceiling of the church for a long time, just listening to the beating of our own hearts.
I feel her fingers brushing against mine and, without even thinking twice about it, I hold her hand.
"I want this moment to last forever," she whispers softly, and I just close my eyes, imagining what a future with her would look like. A life with her… how would it feel like to wake up by her side every day? To kiss her good morning the moment I wake up?
"So do I, Clarise…"
23
Clarise
Three months.
It’s funny how time flies, isn’t it? And it seems that the clocks have sped up the moment Connor came to live with us. But not all is perfect with the world. To start with, it’s been three months since that moment we shared at the church. Three months! And we haven’t been together since then (now, I don’t need to explain to you what I mean by together, do I?).
In a way, I don’t want to push him too hard. Our family needs him more than anything, especially now that my brother seems hell bent on ruining it, and so I can’t afford to push him away. But, Jesus, it’s hard to do! Every time I see him, I just want to push him down onto the floor and ride him straight into oblivion.
Okay, I gotta focus right now. I’ve got stuff to do, and I’ve already spent too much time daydreaming.
"Argh," I sigh, rubbing my eyes with my fingers before I dive into my books again. Damn, I’m so tired!
I’ve spent the whole day in the family library, and I’ve gone through so many books that I’ve already lost count. Since my father decided to move our focus into shipping, I’ve been trying to learn more about it. After all, if I want a shot at defeating Earl, I have to be prepared.
But it isn’t easy; changing our business focus means that I have to study a whole new industry from the ground up. To make matters worse, I have my brother breathing down my neck all the time, which kinda makes me feel as if I’m on a race against the clock. Not to mention the fact that Connor’s on my mind all the time… Those two times we were together really messed me up and, even though a quarter of a year has passed, I still can’t stop obsessing about him.
"Look at her… from party-girl to bookworm."
I turn around on my seat and there he is, leaning against the library doorway with a flask in his right hand. His hair is slightly disheveled, and the tie around his neck has been loosened. It seems that my lovely brother got an early start today.
"Go get drunk somewhere else, Earl," I tell him offhandedly, returning my attention to the book I’m reading. I try to focus on the words in front of me, but it’s hard to do that when Earl’s strong whisky breath seems to be gripping me by the throat.
"Why? It’s not like you’re doing anything important. You’re wasting your time, you know?" he continues, taking the flask to his lips and drinking heartily.
"Seriously, Earl. Get the fuck out of my sight or --"