Page 108 of The Love of Priest

"Priest!" She bellowed in passion as her legs began to shake.

“Take this dick, Britain,” he ruggedly throated out through clenched jaws.

Her wetness splattered against him as he continued to pound into her senselessly. Their chests heaved as adrenaline sparked through their bodies. They had both mastered each other’s bodies. Just as well as Priest knew Britain, Britain knew Priest. She was okay with him taking the lead and dominating her, but Priest loved when she wowed him with her sudden peak of control. He could admit that Britain brought something different to the table when they were fucking. She knew how to manipulate and work him just like he did her. With a deep arch, Britain mustered up the strength to roll her hips and throw her ass back onto him. His husky groans and growls roared out of him as he tried to contain himself and prevent her from knocking him off his square. Britain continued to combat his movements with her own. Their eyes never parted from each other, and she saw how much he was holding back in the clench of his jaw and the furrow of his bushy brows.

Although Britain wanted to bask in the victory of making Priest cum first, she simply couldn't hold onto the built-up euphoria and the pressure that accumulated in the pit of her stomach. She found herself releasing a string of loud moans as she came all over his dick. With an accomplished smirk, Priest found himself rising to his peak right behind her.

He eased out of her before cumming, while Britain breathed heavily in hopes of recuperating. "You enjoy wine?" Priest's husky voice traveled through Britain's ears.

Weakly, Britain nodded her head as she felt him reach down to clean her up with a wet washcloth. "Good." He smirked down at her, satisfied with the fact that she actually liked wine. They had shared a glass of wine once or twice, but he wasn't too sure whether Britain only drank socially or if it was something she liked doing at her own leisure. "We're going to a vineyard. That's what we're doing today," he announced.

A few hours later, Britain could feel the heat of the sun greeting her skin. It amazed her how the fresh aroma of salt water remained nestled in her nostrils from the night before. They had enjoyed the chance to unwind as they sat close to the shoreline watching the rapid waves crash onto the grainy sand underneath them. Britain truly appreciated the conversation they had the night before. It was so open and held so much emotion. It wasn't until they had that conversation that Britain realized she was willing to be with Priest as long as she could.

Now, the two were enjoying the half-hour ride to the vineyard, music playing lightly in the background.Giving in to Britain's desires, Priest drove with the top down on his convertible. As he sped through the nearly empty streets, the wind graced over them and through their hair. It was a liberating feeling. Priest sometimes even caught Britain sitting with her smile ear to ear as she enjoyed the wind and sun against her skin.

"You look beautiful," he complimented her with a slight smile.

Britain's lips curled into a full grin as she turned to face him. "Thank you, P." Britain fused their hands together before bringing his knuckles up to her lips to kiss them. The small gesture made Priest fall into bliss. She nurtured him just as much as he needed her to, and it was incomparably the best feeling ever. Britain made him feel wanted. She made him feel like he was more than just Priest Justice, the heathen who corrupted the streets of New York. She saw him for his sensitivity, his generosity, his intelligence, and his impeccable ability to just forgive and forget. Britain was honestly the first woman to love him wholeheartedly and without any judgment.

Arriving at the vineyard, Britain was in awe. The sight of the vibrant green plots of land that spread for miles graced her eyes. Her nose filled with the harmonious aroma of fresh grapes that were being picked from the fields that went on for miles. "It's so pretty here," Britain squealed like a small child.

Priest chuckled. "I knew you would like it here. You love nature." He wasn't much of an earthy guy himself, but Britain was beginning to make him appreciate nature and the beauty within it, especially when he was enjoying it with her.

"You've been paying attention," Britain said with a light laugh as the two walked toward the entry of the vineyard.

Priest nodded his head. "I always pay attention," he claimed as he positioned her in front of him.

Upon entry to the vineyard, Priest and Britain were met by an exuberant young lady who welcomed them both with warm smiles. "Mr. Justice, it’s a pleasure seeing you here again," The woman, whose name Britain soon learned was Julia, greeted him. Britain couldn't help but to side-eye Priest. He was familiar with everyone. Who knew he had enough time on his hands to ever visit a vineyard far before bringing her?

"Who else have you brought here? Paula?" After the conversation about Priest's prior relationship, a part of Britain worried that she was just having a rerun of what he shared with Paula, but she didn't want to come off as crazy. Paula had been to the Hamptons home, and Britain wondered if Paula had experienced all the joyful moments Priest was allowing her to experience now.

Priest picked up on the hint of jealousy that doused Britain's tone, finding it amusing. He craned down, placing his lips near her ear so he would be heard concisely. "My mother," Priest murmured so only she could hear the correction of her false assumption.

Britain felt her face heat up in embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had just gotten played for being aimlessly jealous. She should have known what she could have been walking into when she asked that question. For some reason, she truly believed he was going to admit that Paula had accompanied him to the vineyard. She was wrong, though. Everything Priest was experiencing with Britain was fresh or something he had done on his own. It would bore him if he handled their relationship the same way he had handled his relationship with Paula.

Priest snaked his arms around Britain's petite frame that stood more than a foot shorter than him. "It's cute to see you being jealous and stuff, but don't ever sweat my past dealings. They're in the past for a reason," he whispered into her ear.

Britain felt compelled to nod her head in understanding. She felt as though she had made a complete fool of herself by jumping to conclusions.

They followed Julie through the vineyard which was crafted in decorative pieces made of fresh oak. The interior of the place gave a homey cabin feel which made it all the merrier atmosphere to drink wine. Julie eventually got Priest and Britain set up with detailed menus of all the wines they served.

To start off the day, they were offered the opportunity to choose two well-crafted bottles of wine, white or red. Britain had the privilege of choosing since he truly had no preference and claimed that she was far better at picking wine than he was. She started them off with something that wasn't too strong since they had the entire day at the vineyard to drink. Outside of the vineyard, Priest and Britain sat across from each other at a wooden picnic table that had other patrons’ names carved into the wood. Julie served Priest and Britain their wine along with two small wood carving tools to carve whatever they wanted into the table.

Britain took a sip of her red wine, savoring the sweetness of it. Priest eyed her intently, waiting for a valid reaction so he could go ahead and taste his. "It's good," Britain assured him.

"Good." He nodded. "I trust your judgement," he said as he lifted his glass of red wine to take a sip for himself.

Britain sat her glass down while eyeing him. "Sorry about that," she apologized suddenly.

Priest furrowed his brows. "About what?" he asked.

Britain shrugged her shoulders. "Y'know, making assumptions like that.”

Priest let a smooth chuckle filter out of him before he reached across the table to cup Britain's hand in his. "I'm not mad," he assured her. "It's cool. Just know everything I'm doing or willing to do with you, no other female got the chance. This is a once in a lifetime experience, beloved." He smirked arrogantly, causing Britain to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." She waved him off jokingly.

Priest held her hand up to his lips where he applied a subtle kiss along her knuckles. "Swear to you, it is."

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