And from her orgasm.
My cock pulsed in my pants, my balls so full, they ached to be emptied. Seeing her over Jonah’s lap, watching her pale ass jiggle, then turn a fiery pink from her spanking, did something to me. Jonah had agreed, just as I’d suspected, to a Bridgewater marriage. It eased my mind. I didn’t feel the least bit sick, but the doctor’s words had put the fear of God in me. Made me consider what I wanted out of life. And right now, waiting out the storm, I wanted Tennessee. With her face tipped up to mine, I couldn’t resist a moment longer. I kissed her.
Fuck, she was so sweet.
I guessed this was her first, and the idea of it had cum leaking from my cock. She didn’t respond chastely, not after the first second or two. She all but leapt at me, wrapping her arms about my neck as her soft lips met mine.
I paused for a moment, stunned, then cupped her ass and held her aloft. Her legs went about my waist, and I had to smile at her eagerness. Jonah’s laughter echoed in the lofty space.
“Why did you stop?” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”
I stared into her blue eyes, ones now cloudy with desire, and did as she bid. Kissed her some more.
While she would learn she would obey us instead of the other way around, I could not deny her this once. I wanted my mouth on her just as much.
Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, her pussy against my cock. The layers of our clothing were all that separated me from being deep inside her.
She gasped at the bolder attentions and I took advantage, my tongue claiming entry. I licked her, learned every inch of her mouth, showed her what it would be like with my cock in her pussy soon enough.
Not here, not in an empty church, our clothes damp from rain. She deserved a bed. My future wife deserved to be fucked the first time in a bed. That didn’t mean I intended to stop, only alter what we would do. I’d waited two years for this. Two years.
She rolled her hips and I groaned. She moaned.
“Kitten’s a fast learner,” Jonah said.
Yes, she’d learned how to work her little clit to satisfaction.
I pulled back, stroked her hair from her face while I kept one hand cupping her ass. Her lips were swollen and red, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blurry. “James,” she murmured.
“What is it, Kitten?” I asked, liking the pet name Jonah had for her.
“More.”
Fuck, I loved the way she said that. How she felt, all hot and pliant in my hold. Jonah was right, it seemed. Tame her pussy, tame the woman.
He’d had the chance to make her come. I’d only watched, dammit. He’d even been the one to spank her. Both had been one hell of a sight, but the idea of being the one to bring her to climax, to soothe her voracious need, was powerful. I turned us about, walked toward the back row of pews. Lowering Tennessee to her feet, I set my hands on her shoulders, spun her about to face away from me.
What we were about to do perhaps wasn’t appropriate in a church, but it was sacred to me. Everything we did was perfect. Right.
“Lean forward,” I told her. When her eyes flared wide in surprise, I hastily added, “No spanking. I’ll give you the ‘more’ you want; just be a good girl and lean over the pew like I said.”
“Aren’t you going to… to open your pants and put it inside me?”
I groaned at her bold words, asking a question a virgin wouldn’t usually utter. She blushed and looked from me to Jonah, who winked.
“That pussy can only be ours once we’re married. Until that happens, we’ll pleasure you in other ways.”
Seemingly satisfied with the answer, she did as I said. Without question or argument, setting her hands upon the hard wood seat of the pew, folding over with her belly tucked into the top.
I lifted up her skirts until they bunched about her waist, the pale globes of her ass still tinged pink from her earlier spanking. She had no drawers; they were in my saddle bag.
With a foot, I nudged her legs wider and she was completely exposed to our gazes. The swollen pink folds, the pale curls that guarded it a
ll, the hard pearl of her clit, her arousal that made her thighs glisten, even the tight rosette of her ass which we would someday claim as well.
I groaned as I breathed in her musky, sweet scent. My mouth watered to taste her.
Jonah grabbed his cock through his pants, stroked it, as he looked his fill of the way Tennessee submitted so beautifully.