Page 125 of The Love of Priest

Priest tossed Britain's right leg over his shoulder, granting himself leverage to go deeper inside of her. The constant banging of her headboard colliding against the wall behind them harmonized with the smacking of their skin. Sweat clogged their pores as it beaded against their foreheads and various parts of their bodies. The air was thick with humidity that cached in the room from corner to corner. The aroma of sweet, passionate sex swirled the air and filled their nostrils.

Priest's massive hand wrapped around Britain's neck. He gently applied pressure, sending Britain into overdrive. Her brown orbs rolled to the back of her head in pure ecstasy as Priest quickened his stokes, making them rougher and far more impactful. Her perky, ample breasts bounced from the impact of Priest fucking her.

"Shit!" Britain screeched as tears scorched her eyes.

"Look at me,Gioia," Priest ordered her through clenched teeth. "Look at me when I fuck you."

Britain blinked her eyes open. Her lashes were lathered with tears as she blinked innocently up at him. His heart swelled with love and passion as he eyed Britain's body underneath his. She was perfection without even trying, and that alone made him love her more.

Filled with titillation for each other's warm bodies and in tune with each other so much, they reached their peaks in unison. Priest's warm nut filled the latex condom between them while Britain's pussy lathered Priest's dick with cum.

Britain made things right for Priest. She made life less stressful and more peaceful. His eyes locked with hers as he lowered his head to apply his lips to her soft ones.

"Thank you for being my peace," he whispered to her lowly, expressing his gratitude. "I love you unconditionally."

ChapterThirty-Three

Britain feltthe aching tension in her shoulders alleviate at Priest’s soft touch. His hands were lathered in lavender scented massage oil as his palms soothingly kneaded through the kinks and knots in her shoulders and back.Instead of lying down flat on her stomach, Britain sat topless between Priest's legs while he sat with his back against the headboard of her bed.

“Could you stop playing?" Britain playfully chastised him as she swatted his hands from maneuvering to her bare breasts.

Priest slowly retracted his hands as he let out a chuckle from behind her. "A'ight. I'm done."

"You better be," she warned him.

Priest continued to work his oily hands over her shoulders before gliding them to the small of her back. The feeling was great as he circled his thumbs deeply within her plunging back dimples.

"Wow, I never knew I needed that." Britain exhaled a breath of relaxation at the feeling of Priest massaging her lower back.

Behind her, Priest let out a joking scoff. "Diane can’t fuck with me," he teased as he continued to work wonders on her back with his hands.

Britain laughed, shaking her head at his silliness. A silence settled between them. Priest was far too absorbed in determination to be Britain's favorite masseuse over Diane, while Britain was too captivated by Priest's firm hands conforming to the structure of her body.

"How have you been?" Britain asked spontaneously as she reached up to secure her bun tighter.

Priest squinted his eyes in confusion about her question. "What? You're asking me that like I haven't been with you every day of the week," he pointed out to her, still folding his hands softly on her back.

Britain laughed lightly at his confusion. "I have been, but I haven't asked how you've been in a while," she pointed out.

"Because you know already," he shrugged his shoulders. "I've been chilling.”

Britain rolled her eyes. "Can we skip all this and get to how you're really feeling… like seriously," she encouraged him to dig deeper. Priest liked masking things, especially his inner thoughts and worries.

Priest went silent again. He continued massaging her back; however, he no longer found the will to speak. Britain figured he needed a moment to gather himself. When that moment lasted longer than she expected, she peered over her shoulder at him. Priest had given his undivided attention to the task of relaxing her body. He didn't seem to be even paying attention to her anymore.

"You don’t wanna have this conversation?" Britain asked him.

Priest shrugged his shoulders, finally lifting his head to eye her. "I just don't want to get deep right now. That's all," he truthfully stated.

Britain eyed him for a brief moment, searching for any sign in his eyes, but there weren't any. She nodded her head, deciding not to harp on anything Priest didn't want to. "Alright," she agreed. "We'll talk later?" she asked.

Priest licked his lips before shrugging. "Maybe," he dismissed the suggestion. "Can we just not kill the vibe? I'm enjoying just being here in the moment with you.”

Britain rotated herself in Priest's hold to face him. His hands immediately drew to her side as she straddled his lap. "Thank you." She smiled lightly, expressing her gratitude for the wonderful massage he had given her.

"You're welcome." He leaned in and pecked her lips.He wrapped his arms around her small frame as she cupped her tender hands around his face. Britain could tell Priest had a lot on his mind, but he wasn't going to say. The worst thing to do to Priest was to pry. He would come to eventually.

"Ride somewhere with me?" Priest asked with a hopeful look on his face.

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