Page 54 of Take Me to Church
"Lydia, I would have fucked you the first night you walked into this room." I grab my underwear, yanking it away from my body before working it down my thighs. "I've thought about fucking you every waking minute since then." I kick the briefs away, leaning back again. "My desire to fuck you is not what I'm questioning."
"Oh." Lydia curls her hand into a fist, holding it suspended in the air between us. “What are you questioning?”
“Your motives.”
Lydia's eyes narrow. "Do you usually question a woman's motives when she wants to sleep with you?"
I know where she's going with this, and I'm glad. I shake my head. "No."
Her lips press into a barely perceptible frown before evening out, reminding me she's been trained for years to hide how she really feels. It backs up the point I'm about to make.
Lydia’s spine straightens the tiniest bit. "So you're treating me differently."
"You are different." I won't deny it. "I protected you when you were little. I'm still protecting you now. Even from me." I lift one finger and direct it her way. “And even from you.”
Her expression softens. "You can't protect me from the whole world, Christian."
Bet. "I can try."
Lydia's hand drops, grip loosening. "Fine." The fingers she almost touched me with trail up the outside of her thigh, dragging the hem of her borrowed T-shirt higher. "But I don't need to be protected from you." She hooks her thumb into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs until they’re loose enough to fall to the floor. She steps forward, leaning close as one knee presses into the sofa beside me. "You are the only person who has ever wanted me safe." Her other leg wedges against the leather as she straddles my lap, hands going to the couch back for leverage as she slowly lowers her body against mine. "So if you think for a second I will ever believe you'll hurt me, then you are very wrong."
I hiss as the slick heat of her body brushes against my cock. "I shouldn't do this, Lydia." It's a reality I've tried to avoid. To ignore. To pretend doesn't exist. "I shouldn't want to touch you the way I do."
I should still look at her the way I always did before. But Lydia is no more that sheltered little girl than I am a young kid who believes he can change the world. We’ve both grown up. Both become more but still so much the same.
"Why not?" Lydia's palm flattens against the center of my chest, moving over my skin. "I want to touch you." Her hand slides lower, surprisingly confident as it slips between our bodies to grip the base of my cock.
It's a touch that breaks me. Severs the ties I've tried to keep in place. I fist my hand in her hair, dragging her lips to mine.
I should kiss her sweetly. Gently. I can't.
The need to drink her in is too great. And the sweet taste of her lips only makes me greedy for more. I sweep my tongue into her mouth as I plant my other hand against her ass and drag her against me.
Lydia makes a soft sound that sets my already heated blood on fire, and I thrust up against her, eager to hear it again. The line of my cock slicks through her heated folds, mimicking the act she claims to be ready for. Part of me expects her to shy away at some point. To be scandalized by the reality of what she's asking for. But Lydia meets me every step of the way.
Her tongue toys with mine, movements soft but unhesitating. Her hips mimic the action I initiated, sliding her body against mine, the liquid heat of her cunt growing wetter with each pass. She pauses and my heart stops.
This is it. She's reached the limit I knew would come.
Lydia's eyes meet mine and I wait for her apology. Her embarrassment.
Instead, her hand catches mine, pressing the foil-wrapped condom into my palm. "Put that on." Then she captures the bottom of her nightshirt and sweeps it over her head, fully bearing her body to me for the first time.
"You are really testing my commitment to doing the right thing, Sweetheart." Her body is soft and curved, tits full and sloped with large brown nipples I can already feel pulling tight under my tongue. Never in my life would I have believed I possess this much restraint, because it is taking everything I have to not pull her forward so I can suck one of those perfect nipples into my mouth.
"I think we must have different opinions on what the right thing is." Lydia's eyes slide shut as she drags her cunt against my cock again. "Because I don't think what I'm asking you for is wrong." Her lids lift, dark eyes meeting mine. "Do you?"
Getting caught between right and wrong has been the story of my life, and my definitions of both have changed more times than I can count. Most people think killing is wrong, but sometimes it's the rightest thing you can do.
The lines between the two aren't as definite as most people think, and right now I'm caught in the blur. “What you're asking for isn’t wrong, but I don't know if it's right of me to give it to you."
Lydia goes still above me, the tip of her chin the only indication she's about to fuck my whole world up. "Does that mean you would rather someone else be the one to give it to me?"
The sound that comes out of me is feral and a little unhinged. "I will rip the arms off anyone else who tries to touch you."
A breath rushes out between Lydia's lips as her pupils dilate. "Oh." She rolls her hips again, leaning closer to me, bringing those perfect tits close to my face. "You would do that?"
I don't know how to handle her reaction to this. Hell, I can't believe I even said it. But saying it isn't the biggest problem I have. The biggest problem I have is I meant it. The thought of another man touching what's in front of me makes me absolutely fucking insane.
