Page 132 of He Who Sleeps

“And have you ever been snug inside me before? No, and that’s why,” she offered. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially when you feel so good there, so fucking perfect...”

"I do?" He didn't think he was anything special. He'd seen most of the others naked at one time or another and he was definitely average in the bunch.

“Perfect,” she said softly and arched again, slipping him another inch inside. “I knew you would. Sometimes it’s a lot to take, too much with some...but with you?” She smiled and ran her fingers between his shoulder blades. “I know you are going to fit me perfectly. No pain, no discomfort, nothing weird, just you and a perfect fit...”

He could feel himself getting hard again, the way she was moving against him giving him a slick friction that was hard to ignore. "I guess we're going to need to practice this a lot," he said, trying to poke fun at his own distress. "I've gotta build up a tolerance to your perfection so I can thoroughly defile it."

“Practice makes perfect, and you will never hear me say I don’t wanna...not when it’s this fucking perfect. Can I tell you a secret? First time is always quick, regardless. But the second.” She giggled. “Easton, I can feel you thickening...fuck, that feels good. This round is going to be long and you’re going to love it almost as much as I am.” She grinned. “Remember, my love, I’m yours. I want you to take me how you want to.”

He wanted to take her every way there was to take a woman. But for now, this was the only one that mattered...looking into her eyes and doing this with intent. It was a sacred thing, a holy thing, ordained by God. He could do it. Experimentally, he began moving his hips, trying to find an angle that felt good to him and also made her happy. He was starting to learn her body, the soft sounds she made and the way her breath caught when something gave her pleasure. It was beautiful to watch.

“That’s perfect,” she moaned and slung her leg over his hip, the other moving farther to the outside, opening herself to him more. “East, this is all I ever thought about before...you, me... Fuck, I wanted this so badly... So good...” Her little moans were gifts. “Mmmm...take long strokes...pull all the way out and push in slowly. Oh fuck... You feel that?”

"It's so tight," he choked out, almost losing his mind at the way she was clenching around him. "Fuck... Petra!"

The orgasm ripped through her, squeezing him, fluttering, pulsing around him. She shook softly, goosebumps raising on her skin as she arched, holding him close. “East...” she panted into his ear. “Fuck...good...do that again...”

"Yes, Priestess," he gasped, trying not to lose it over the sensations he was experiencing. He'd had no idea it would feel like this. So overwhelming. So intimate. He did as she suggested, feeling the unexpected trembling in muscles he hadn't used this way before.

“Turn...” She moaned and they rested on their side. She hitched her leg higher on his hip, pulling him closer. Looking into his eyes, she smiled. “Fuck... East,” she said again. “So fucking good...”

Pride swelled through him, suffusing every fiber and cell in his body. He was doing this. He was making her writhe and moan and cry out his name. He felt like a god. He picked up the pace, wanting to drive her higher and wilder.

A gasp was wrenched from her as she surrendered to him, moaning, moving with him. “I’m so close... East...baby...” Shudders slipped through her. “East, can I ride you? I need you deeper...”

He didn't answer, rolling them instead so that she was on top. They'd moved off the blankets and his back was pressed into the cold tile floor, but he didn't care. There was such a fire between them that it was all he needed to keep him warm.

Rearing up, she rolled her hips and sighed. “So much deeper,” her words a whisper as she watched him, her eyes on his, hands on his pecs, her movements a slink and roll of her hips and upper body. Hair clouded around her and she threw her head back, panting. “So fucking good...” and then she was kissing him, their tongues tangling. She melted into him as his armed wrapped around her, hips still moving. “East,” she said and moved back, pulling them to sitting position, her thighs over his hips, her arms around his neck. She sobbed and bounced, eyes on him. “This feels right,” she said of their position, and kissed him.

"Take what you need," he managed to say, even though at this angle he was so deeply inside her he didn't know where he stopped and she began. They were moving as one.

“I only need you, Easton. So fucking good...” She kissed him again, and he felt the telltale squeeze start inside her, knowing she was reaching that peak again, and only for him.

This time he was going to come with her. He could feel it spiraling and tightening in him, too...that explosive release of everything he was into, everything she was until they were free-falling together. He braced his feet against the floor, feeling sharp stones cutting into his feet, and yet the pain felt natural, too. The blood of their lovemaking was a worthy sacrifice of reconsecration.

“Easton!” she screamed as she shattered, the world around them ringing with her cries for him.

The strong grip of her body on his sent him soaring over the edge, too, mindlessly pumping into her, milking out the last of his cum and making her take it all. When it was over, he couldn't help but to laugh at the state of the pair of them. Covered in dust and gravel, mixed with their sweat and the bodily fluids dripping out from where they were joined, mingling with the smears of blood from his hands and feet and her knees. They were a worthy sacrifice. The God was pleased.

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