Love in Purgatory (De La Fuente Family 2)

But, as he walked upstairs and into his room, the thought of having Emelia all to himself in his own cabin caused pinpricks of desire to race through his blood and harden his dick.

Groaning, he tossed his clothes off and replaced them with jeans, shirt and a sweater before he shoved his feet into his brown, walking boots. He wanted to be a regular guy for Emelia, and he might as well get used to wearing everyday clothes again.

He grabbed a bag from the bottom of his closet and threw some clothes inside before he grabbed it up and made his way downstairs.

On his way down, he spotted Emelia at the bottom, looking up at him with such a loving smile on her face that it was all he could do not to run and pick her up in his arms.

She met him as he took the last step down and buried her face against his chest. He dropped his bag and tangled his fingers in the glossy, dark hair that trailed down her back.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked him so quietly that he barely heard her.

“Yes we really are...Em, you do want this, right?”

She tipped her head up to his and offered a wry smile. “For a long time.”

“I love you.”

He didn’t give her time to reply to his declaration of love because he had their jackets on and them in his truck within minutes.

It had taken just under three hours to get to the cabin that he owned. It was one of the few luxuries that the church afforded him since it was part of his estate from the farm. Although he’d given much of his wealth to the church when he took his vows, his father had insisted that he keep some aside, and the church had agreed. Inheritance was not something the church took, even though priests took a vow of poverty.

He pushed aside those thoughts as he’d driven though. The trip had been pleasant, although he’d been impatient for the last hour. Emelia had fallen asleep not long into the trip, which had left him time to think. He hadn’t changed his mind about Emelia, any of it. He just knew that the bishop would try and talk him out of the decision he’d made to be with her. While he knew his own mind, he knew that he’d be made to feel guilty for wanting to be with her, and for wanting to give up his life to God.

He’d always been religious—never missing church on a Sunday, going to an all boys’ Catholic school. While his mother had been dying, he’d found comfort in the church and in prayer, and he’d insisted on going every night on his way home from school. Once his mother had died though, he’d hardly been at home because he’d boarded at school.

And then, jump ahead many years, his life had been filled with faith, but he hadn’t been dedicated to it. He looked toward his future…maybe even dreamt of children of his own. He’d been working toward opening a restaurant until the fateful night when Emelia had taken him by surprise and kissed him. Her lips had been just as sweet at they were now.

She’d been inside him since that night, and even though he’d run to the seminary and had become a priest, she’d always stayed with him, and so had the guilt because he’d thought she was his sister.

He smiled when he thought of the relief that he felt knowing she wasn’t related to him, but it made his head spin. All the pain and heartbreak from back then could have been avoided if only he’d known the truth. He’d been fourteen and considered himself old enough to know what was really going on, but the fact that he hadn’t been trusted, hurt. A lot.

The past was forgotten as Emelia appeared in the doorway to the bedroom wearing one of his shirts. His heart missed a beat as his eyes caressed her. Her shapely legs were bare and he was almost sorry that she wore his shirt because it obstructed his view of her delicious curves. But his shirt had never looked that good on him.

She’d brushed her hair out, and it flowed over her shoulders and caressed the top of her breasts, which caused his dick to swell.

She slowly walked toward him, and he found that he was frozen to the floor, while his mouth had gone paper dry at the seductive glint in her eyes.

When she stood in front of him, he brought his hands up to touch her, but she dropped to the ground.

“Em,” he choked out and had to close his eyes at the sight of her on her knees with her face eye level with his dick.

He was forty-one and had never had his dick sucked…at least if he didn’t count the night Emelia had done just that. Unfortunately, the memories were blurry from the alcohol. But the sight of Emelia, now, as if she was about to do that had become too much. His flesh was hard and throbbed with arousal, so much so, that he’d probably come the minute she touched him. Just like he had a feeling that was what had happened the night after Ramon’s wedding.

“I want to do this so badly, that you’ll hurt me if you stop me,” Emelia whispered, a blush coated her cheeks.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I want to be the one to pleasure you.”

“Oh, you’ll be pleasuring me.”

His eyes snapped open and met her sparkling ones. “Just the sight of you like this is arousing to me.” She unfastened his jeans and shoved them down past his hips along with his briefs. “Mmm, and knowing that your penis is so hard because of me is intoxicating.” She kissed the tip of him and he clenched his jaw together so he didn’t release. “I love the taste of you.” She swirled her tongue around the flared head, lapping up all the precum that he couldn’t stop releasing.

“Em, it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. Since I was touched...and I’ve dreamt of you so often that I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold off.”

“Then don’t,” she mumbled as she slid her mouth down the length of him, or as much of him as she could.

He’d always been big in length and girth. With Emelia though, he didn’t think he’d ever been as hard.

He gave in to her, and tangled his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp while his eyes locked onto her mouth that gave him so much pleasure.