Biker's Virgin

He took my face in his hands and pulled me back up to his lips. He kissed my mouth softly and then let his lips move down along my jaw to my throat. He kissed his way across my neck and as he did, his hands moved to my breasts and began to caress and squeeze them, taking time to tweak and lightly pinch my hard nipples.

I moaned as I felt him dip his head down and flick his tongue across one of my nipples. One of his hands was moving down between us, and I wiggled my thighs open and whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. I moaned again as his probing fingers began to explore me, gently prying my lips open and letting his thumb stroke against my swollen clit.

Suddenly, he flipped me back on the couch so I was lying down. His mouth moved straight down between my thighs. I moaned and squirmed in ecstasy as he began to suck and lick on my clit.

I felt him slide one finger up inside of me and crook it against the walls of my pussy. He moved it around inside of me, making me want to scream. I put my hands in his hair and pulled on it, opening my thighs even wider as he sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

He reached up with his free hand and grabbed one of my breasts, while he continued to lick my pussy from one end to the other. It felt so good. I was grinding my pussy into his face and down on his hand and shuddering all over when the first gigantic orgasmic wave hit me.

I thanked God we weren’t in a church as I let myself go and cried out loudly. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. It felt too good to keep quiet about it.

He licked me through the orgasm and after giving me a few seconds to recover, he pulled his finger out and began kissing his way back up my still quivering body. He licked and sucked my nipples and then moved all the way up and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his sexy lips.

I felt him take his cock into his hand and press it up against my opening. I groaned again and wiggled my hips to open my thighs up even wider. I cried out as I felt him slide into me. As soon as he was inside of me, I began rocking my hips back and forth, trying to grind my hips into his.

He grinned. “Slow down there, tiger.”

I giggled, breathlessly. He was right, I was in a hurry. I just knew how good it was going to feel.

He moved in and out of me slowly for a while, kissing me and sucking on my neck, raking his hands over my body. I moved with him and soon we found a smooth rhythm that we kept for a while. As I felt another orgasm beginning to build, I started moving faster.

He moaned and matched my pace, plunging in and out of my pussy now as quickly as he could. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using my feet to drive him into me.

I was writhing uncontrollably beneath him and I screamed out in ecstasy when the tension exploded into another wild orgasm. My pussy went into spasms around his cock and once again, I felt his whole-body shudder.

He kept pounding into me breathing heavier, stroking harder and whispering my name — and something in Latin, I think — just before he exploded inside of me. He rocked back and forth slowly for several seconds before at last collapsing down on top of me and gasping for breath.

We were both slick with sweat and he rubbed his chest back and forth against my breasts before pulling his weight up off of me. He looked down at me and grinned. I shivered again and we lay there as he held me and gently kissed the side of my face.

I was surprised as I felt him growing hard again already against my thigh. He moved his lips to my neck and licked and sucked there again and then he pressed his lips to my ear and said, “I’m not done yet, beautiful.”

He sat up, taking me with him. I was on his lap, and I straddled his hips. He reached down and gave himself a few strokes before lining up with my lips and pushing up into me. I used my knees to move myself up and down on his shaft with my breasts rubbing against his face and his lips. He stuck his tongue out and caught a nipple every so often, sending an electric shock down my spine each time.

He sucked one into his mouth and nibbled on my nipple as he clutched onto my hips and I continued to ride him. His fingers dug into my flesh and he used the sides of his teeth to scrape my nipples. I felt like my head was going to explode just about the time he pulled me up off of him.

“What…what?” I gasped. I couldn’t get enough air to speak and my mouth was completely dr

y.

“Stand up, baby, and hold onto the back of the couch.” Jace was getting adventurous. I didn’t complain or even hesitate. I stood up and gripped the back of the sofa. I felt him move in behind me and his hands grasped my hips as he slid his cock back up inside of me.

I gasped as he pushed himself into me so deep that the flesh of his pelvis slapped up against the flesh of my ass. He didn’t go slowly this time; he started pumping hard and fast. He left one hand on my hip to hold me in place and he slid the other one up and grasped one of my breasts and played with it while he continued to thrust into me at a frenetic pace.

Our bodies were melded together in a wave of undulating motion, accented by gasping, panting, and guttural moans and grunts. I felt him clamp his fingers down tightly on my nipple first and then the swell of his cock and the clamp of my smooth walls around it, just before we both came together in another mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm. Within seconds, we both collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty heap of satisfied flesh.

We lay there, gasping, until we both caught our breath and then he said, “I’m not sure if I can continue to be a priest. I need you, Daphne, and I won’t ever be able to fully commit to anything that will keep me from you.”

His words filled my heart with a joy that I’d never experienced before. Not because he said he was thinking about giving up his vocation, but because he said that he needed me. I needed him, too, more than I’ve ever needed anything.

I kissed his face and said, “Whatever you decide to do, I will support. I just want to be with you.”

Chapter Forty

Jace

I spent the week trying to figure out what to do. I saw Daphne every day, but we hadn't had sex again since that night on the couch. I loved just being with her. We had dinner together, watched television, cuddled…normal couple stuff. Things that I, as a priest, should never experience.

The only way I would ever be able to completely devote myself to her is if I left the church. I wished that was as easy as quitting a job. There were so many parts of it I loved and so much of it I believed in deeply. It wouldn't be easy, but when I compared it with the idea of leaving Daphne, there was no contest. I had to be with her. She’d become my lifeline.