Page 66 of The Love of Priest

"Breakfast, remember?" he reminded her with a light chuckle.

Britain shook her head. "That can wait," she told him as her small hands trekked up his shirt, caressing his stone-hard abs he worked excessively hard for.

Eager and ready, Britain touched his soft lips with her plump ones again. Their heads moved in every direction as they absentmindedly furthered themselves more and more toward the front area of her apartment. The sensual kisses grew wet, sloppy, and filled with dominance and fire. Priest slipped his massive hand behind Britain's neck, pulling her closer and giving him control of the kiss.

"I missed being inside of you," he panted as his cold fingertips trailed the hemmed waistline of her shorts.

"Me too," she admitted before crashing her lips into his once more. The fiery kiss resumed as their tongues entangled with one another. They both felt a rush. Exhilaration powered through them as they anticipated being one together. Slipping Britain out of her shorts, Priest let out a groan of satisfaction at the fact that he had no restrictions since she went without panties. Pressing her against the wall and being more spontaneous than ever, he hiked her up in his strong hands so her legs could lock around his waist.

Free from his own briefs and sweats that collected at his ankles, Priest rubbed the tip of his erect dick right against Britain's wet and slippery core. Unable to contain herself due to his teasing, Britain pulled her lips from his to howl out a moan. "Don't make me beg," she whispered into his ear.

His deep and rugged chuckle slithered into her ears as she anticipated him making a full entrance inside her. Her heart was racing, and her mouth was salivating in anticipation of Priest giving her long and deep strokes the best way he knew how. It amazed her how well and how quickly he was able to learn her body. Unlike every other man Britain had been with, Priest never had to ask her where her spot was, how she liked it, or whether she was satisfied. He was determined enough to find all those things out, which was what made sex with him so fucking addictive.

He fucked her roughly just to find out how far he could push her. Britain reacted positively to his dominance and rough handling. She liked to be grabbed, handled and choked mildly. He was always cautious of how much he pushed her, simply because he knew if he went too far, she’d be gone forever, and the last thing he wanted to do was push her away. Alongside that, Priest also learned that Britain enjoyed his sensual and gentle side. She was a hopeless romantic who always dreamed of thousands of ruby red rose petals, along with the chocolate and champagne. Priest always took Britain's breath away whenever he slowed the tempo down and fucked her nice and slow. The kisses were filled with passion, and they were delicate. The sweet nothings Priest whispered in her ear while he rocked deep inside of her at a slow, yet rhythmic pace always made her cum faster. It had a longer lasting effect and led her to a peaceful sleep. The trick to Priest was to be able to balance both. His wants didn't necessarily matter; being inside her gave him all he needed. He focused on Britain the entire time, wrapping his burly hand around her throat when needed, telling her how beautiful she looked whenever she was calling out his name with her overwhelmed love faces, and securing her in his strong arms after she came all over his dick.

He studied her long enough to know he was the first to ever study her. He was the first to have enough patience to watch her, learn her, react to her. Priest was proud of that fact. His woman was something no man should know better than him, and Priest made sure of that.

"Just a little," Priest throated out as he peppered sweet kisses along her jawline.

Britain swallowed hard. "Priest,please," she croaked before a moan escaped her lips.

Satisfied with the way his name rolled off her tongue, Priest plunged himself deep inside her. Her mouth was agape as she took in a sharp breath before exhaling one out. "Look at me when I'm fucking you, Gioia. Alright?"

Britain mustered up the strength to open her eyes that were clenched shut in the overwhelming bliss Priest was blessing her body with. Her feline-like eyes locked with his dark ones as she bit down on her plump bottom lip. Tears wet her lashes as her eyes slowly began to shutter at the increased pace of his strokes.

Moan after moan strung out of Britain as her body jerked with every stroke Priest made. She clenched her walls tighter around him, evoking a loud grunt out of Priest. The kisses he was once pecking all over her neck changed into small love bites that he smoothed his tongue over to gently soothe.

"You're my gray, Britain. The calm when I need it," he praised her, keeping his voice low and near her ear. "I don't want you anymore, Brit. I need you," he clarified. Her response was another moan ripping through her as she rested her head on his shoulder, no longer finding the strength to attempt to keep up with him. Priest did things to her body that no man ever had, and he seemed to know his power.

"I need you too, Priest," she declared.

Priest and Britain both knew exactly what they were trying to say. Feeling so foreign and afraid they couldn't come to terms with admitting it properly, they did the best they could. Although they felt confident that they knew what each other meant, they weren't going to express that to each other. Neither wanted to come off too strong or look like they read too much into the situation. Yes, they were both afraid, but the feeling was there. It would always be there.

Priest ended their session by cumming inside of Britain while she came all over him. Sealing the passionate and cinematic moment with a kiss, Priest sat Britain down on her feet. She felt as if she were walking on air, light and more carefree.

Priest followed behind Britain as she trekked to her bedroom. He shuffled behind her and into the bathroom so they could both clean themselves up. Neither said a word to the other. They were both in a daze and content with the fact that they both needed each other, and nothing was one sided.

Once they were both finished cleaning themselves up, a yawn escaped Priest’s lips. Britain smirked at the fact that he had grown tired from their little session. She knew a full stomach of breakfast would ease him into a nice slumber, but having sex instead was a win for them both.

"Put you to sleep, huh?" she taunted him.

Priest turned away from her and began making his way toward her bed. "Don't let this shit gas you," he scoffed jokingly.

Britain laughed in victory. "Too late." She shrugged her shoulders with confidence. "Sleep tight."

In the following hours, Britain couldn't find it within herself to sleep. She stayed up, watching Priest's chest rise and fall peacefully within his slumber. When the alarm on his phone went off, she cut it off before it could awaken him. Gently, Britain ran her fingers through his beard.

"Priest, it's time to wake up," she advised him soothingly.

Priest wasn't much of a heavy sleeper, so his eyes fluttered open in an instant. "Good morning." His husky voice embraced her as he ran his hand down his face. He felt good and somewhat rejuvenated waking up.

"Good morning." She smiled lightly. "I'm gonna get started on cooking breakfast. Any requests?" She raised a brow.

Priest shook his head. "No need. I have to get going so I don't be late. See you later today." He rose to his full height, slipping his slides back onto his feet while reaching for his jacket.

Britain sighed. It was a bit nerve-racking to see him go, but she didn't want to worry him more than he already was. She wanted so badly to be by his side this morning but respected his wishes and opted out of going.

"Alright," she sighed as she remained in bed.

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