Page 107 of The Love of Priest

Britain shrugged. "Nothing," she said while pulling herself up to sit on the marble countertops of the his-and-hers sinks.

Not fully convinced that nothing was going on, Priest proceeded to brush his teeth and wash his face. Britain did the honor of drying his face with a face towel as he stood between her legs. "Let it out," he urged her, assuming she had been bottling up something she wanted to tell him.

Britain smacked her lips as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "It's nothing, okay?" she assured him. "Last night was just a touching moment, and waking up to see you this morning is something I look forward to every day." She smiled before peppering light kisses onto his lips.

"You wanna move out here?" Priest suddenly asked her.

Pulling away from him slightly, Britain eyed him with a crazed look. "As in live here with you?" She tilted her head to the side in a questioning manner.

Priest nodded in confirmation. "Yeah. When we leave trial, we'll come here. We'll sleep here, cook here… everything."

"What about my place and your place?" Britain probed.

Priest shrugged as if the two barriers Britain questioned him about were nothing but light work. "Jazzy could stay in the penthouse, and I can handle your place for as long as I have to." He offered solution after solution to her.

Britain let out a heavy sigh. It was a lot to think over. "It sounds wonderful, P. It really does, but?—"

Priest eyed her. "If you're not for it, I get it. I just thought things would be cool out here. Get away from a few things," he shrugged.

"Timing is bad," she said. "Any other time, the answer would be yes." She didn't want Priest to think she was declining the offer because she wasn't. Leaving the city of New York to head toward the outskirts of the Hamptons was just far too sudden and miscalculated.

Priest nodded his head. Rejection wasn't something he would dwell on often; however, he was slightly anticipating a yes from Britain. "Let me know when the timing is right." He gazed into her eyes.

A small smile spread across Britain's face as she wrapped her arms back around him. She rested her head on his shoulder as both of his hands were planted on the sink's countertop on either side of her. The mirror that took up the majority of the wall on the opposite side of the bathroom allowed Britain to see how toned his muscles were as they flexed through the wife beater he was wearing.

"Most definitely," Britain asserted before applying a subtle kiss to his neck.

Priest's massive and strong hands gravitated to her smooth thighs, and he gave them a slight squeeze. Lifting her head, she eyed Priest with an amused smile, and he responded with a smirk. He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, widening the space she had made for him to stand between her legs. Her navy-blue silk night gown that stopped mid-thigh rose as her thighs spread. Priest licked his lips slowly as his eyes never left hers.

"What do you wanna do today?" Britain asked Priest with a bat of her long lashes and her exuberant smile.

Priest lowered his head to her neck and graced his soft lips against it. "You." His raspy voice snaked into Britain's ears like the perfect melody. Britain could feel her body become taken with warmth as a sudden flutter invaded her stomach.

Britain hiked her perfectly arched brow up at him, slightly taken aback by how forward he was being on this fine morning. "Oh, word?" She placed her hand on her chest to indicate that she was pleasantly surprised.

Priest chuckled while nodding. He lifted her off the counter and placed her small feet on the cold tile floor, causing a shiver to run up Britain's spine. She felt his massive hands grip her sides as he positioned her the way he preferred.

Priest tucked his bottom lip between his perfectly aligned teeth as he bent Britain over the sink. A satisfied smile pranced across her face as she eyed him through the mirror. He had definitely brought out a much nastier side of Britain. They enjoyed the thrill and the exhilaration, not to mention the endless orgasms.

The night gown’s short length caused it to rise completely over her ass now that she was bent over the counter. Priest marveled at the sight of Britain’s pantyless bottom half.

He reached down to grace his finger over her slits, immediately coming in contact with her wetness that had begun to flow at the sound of his husky voice. Her insides did backflips as she anticipated the positions Priest planned to contort her body into next. She shuddered at the thought of how long he would last before he came and let her recoup.

"Get to the point," Britain urged him, grabbing ahold of his wrist and tossing his hand to the side before he could initiate foreplay with her core.

Shaking his head, Priest let out a light chortle. "You call the shots now?" His dark orbs peered down at her.

With a smirk playing on her face, Britain shrugged. "You listen to me, don't you?"

Licking his lips, Priest decided not to respond. Instead, he eased his morning wood into her wetness, causing Britain to inhale sharply. She clenched the sides of the sink in hopes of giving herself some leverage to keep herself together. Priest enjoyed seeing her squirm and falter. He did everything he could to make sure of it. As Priest’s left hand gripped her side, his right hand was wrapped in her hair, giving it a slight tug.

The perfect collision of pain and pleasure powered through Britain's body as she deepened her arch per Priest's request. Priest worked his hips, stroking her at a mild pace and causing the collision of their skin to sound off and echo throughout the huge bathroom. His eyes never detached from hers in the mirror as he gazed into the depths of her soul while she quivered at his deliverance of pleasure.

Britain's mouth hung agape as moan after blissful moan crept out of her. With his dick deep inside of her as he stroked her at the perfect pace, Britain was left breathless. He groped her rear end, sending a harsh smack to her ass. A piercing scream sounded from her as he arrogantly stood behind her.

Britain had noticed how much he enjoyed eye contact during their previous endless sessions. It definitely wasn't one of her strong suits, but Priest made eye contact so comfortable for her. She could stare into his eyes after tears stained her make up and sweat crowded the creases of her face. He accepted her all, and even her flaws were turn-ons.

Priest unclenched his tight grasp of her hair before snaking his arm around her so his hand was secured around her neck. The notion was one Britain was familiar with and found enticing. The light squeeze he gave to her prepared her for what was to come. Without warning, Britain received powerful back shots as he accelerated the pace of his strokes.

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