I took him in my hand and delighted in the strangled sound that came from deep within his chest. He took another small step back and pulled his fingers out of me so he could push the shorts the rest of the way down and get them out of my way.
As soon as they were gone, he thrust towards me. His hard cock disappeared between my thighs, and I could feel the heat of him as his hard erection slid across my clit, nearly sending me into convulsions. He reached down and wrapped his big arms around my hips and lifted me up off the ground. He shoved me back into the wall as I wrapped my legs around him, and then he entered me.
The top of my head nearly exploded from the feeling of his hard cock buried deep inside of me. As he moved in and out of me, he engulfed my mouth once again with his. It was a raw, hard kiss that belied the need between us. His hands were cupping the cheeks of my ass, holding me tightly in place as he drove his cock into me.
I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He was so hot…and he filled me up completely. My breaths were coming in little gasps as he rocked up and down, back and forth, grinding his pelvis into mine, giving me every inch of his glorious erection.
He pulled back and looked into my face with that incredibly intense look again as he quickened his pace and slammed into me again and again. He let go of one of my cheeks and brought his hand around to take a breast in his hand. He kneaded and massaged and squeezed and tweaked.
I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to control myself much longer; I needed to scream.
He must have sensed it because once again he covered my mouth with his, muffling both of our sounds. I felt him moan into my mouth as I felt him pinch down hard on my nipple. I was right there, on the edge, when I felt that hand slide down in between us.
He let go of the kiss and let my body fall back slightly so his fingers could find my clit. When they did, they began to circle, pinch, and pull on it. My hips humped greedily against him as my fingernails raked the flesh on his back. I had to press my face into his shoulder, and from that point escaped my muffled screams.
Shockwaves began to bolt through my body with each desperate thrust. I could actually feel him losing control as he pumped deeper and harder. I squeaked as the orgasm began to build and hurtle me towards a monumental climax.
Everything blurred and I could barely see thanks to the sweat that poured down into my eyes. I was gasping as I felt him stiffen up against me, and then it was his turn to bury his face into me to muffle the sounds his body wanted to make with his release. Once he finished coming, I felt him shiver and shake, and then I suddenly went cold as he pulled out of me and lowered me to my feet.
He bent down and picked up my dress and underwear and handed them to me, then he picked up his own and slipped them on. Still dazed from what had just happened, I slowly began to dress.
Jace had his robes back on and holding his collar in his hand, he turned to the little door to go. “Wait… I don’t know… I mean, what does this mean?”
He turned back to me, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me hard. “We’ll figure it out,” he said. Then he slipped out. I stood there in the house of the Lord that I loved and worshipped and waited to make sure the coast was clear…and then I slipped out, as well.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jace
I prayed every morning and every night, and 10 times in between, but He won’t talk to me. He won’t tell me what to do.
I
had sex in a confessional.
I sat there and listened to her talk about her dreams and it sounded like she was describing my own. I felt myself get excited and I remembered waking up with her in my arms…and I just lost control.
It’s bad enough that as a priest I was having sex at all…but in a confessional? In front of the altar? Had I no decency left at all?
I didn't know what was happening to me. I do know that I think more about Daphne than I do my faith. I can’t imagine what my life would be like now if she walked away; I couldn’t imagine life without being able to make love to her any longer, either.
I knew now that when I was with her, my self-control was not just lacking — it was absent. She’d become my sustenance, she’d taken the place of the church in my eyes and she was the one I wanted to worship.
Had I committed the ultimate sin? Or was this something God would forgive because I honestly thought there is no way I could control it if I wanted to.
Maybe I wasn’t really meant to be a priest. Maybe it wasn’t so much my calling as it was my escape, and I no longer needed to hide from life. I wanted a life now…with Daphne.
I told her we would figure it out, but then I never called her. I was so confused. I knew she was, too, and I didn’t want to confuse her further.
I couldn't let the silence go on, though, or I might lose her. I couldn't lose her. When I thought about that possibility, I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I had to make a decision. I had to talk to her and we had to come to a decision together. I can’t take this any longer. We have to figure it out now, today. I grabbed my keys and headed over to see her.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Daphne
The knock on the door startled me. It was loud and sharp, and for just a second, I was afraid that it was my father again. Just in case, I looked through the peep hole.