Page 39 of Holly Jolly Heresy
Holding his gaze, her hand drifted over her thigh. His eyes zeroed in on the movement as she dragged a finger through her seam, swirling around her clit, then moved lower, gatheringwetness. Again and again, each stroke slower, more purposeful than the last.
“Let me see you,” he said, a broken plea.
She used the spread V of her index and middle finger to open herself further for him, putting every part of herself on display, the glistening place where he would slide in, stretching her, filling her, the swollen bud begging for his attention.
He released a shuddering breath, leaning closer and squeezing his cock against the urgent need to fuck her. “Oh, angel, you are so beautiful.” With his free hand, he reached forward and pressed two fingers inside her, settling his thumb against her clit as she continued to hold herself open for him. “I want to feel you come. Can I make you come, Molly?”
She nodded, chest rising and falling faster as he explored her with his fingers. “Yes, Father.”
His cock kicked in his hand, heat racing down his spine, and her pussy clenched around his fingers when she used his title. “Dirty girl,” he chided, curling his fingers within her.
She laughed breathlessly, her hips rocking up to meet his touch. “I want to come on your cock,” she whispered.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to her knee and pressing his lips there. “I don’t have a condom, Molly.”
“I have an IUD and I was tested recently.” He lifted questioning eyes to hers. “If it’s okay with you… Caleb, It’s all I’ve thought about for months. Please—”
He surged forward, pulling her face down to his and crashing his mouth against hers as he continued to finger her. That this woman had been thinking about him in this way, that she wanted him so much, trusted him enough— It was almost more than he could take. She came on his hand, her hips moving restlessly in time with his fingers and a little cry escaping around their kiss. He had to be inside her, to feel the grip of her inner muscles on his cock, to feel her everywhere.
He pushed her feet off his knees and tugged her into his lap, settling her so she straddled his thighs, his hands planted on her ass. She rested her arms on his shoulders and lifted up, allowing him to notch himself at her entrance. The tip of his cock pressed inside her, the hot clutch of her body overwhelming, and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw to keep himself from coming before he was even all the way inside. Slowly she lifted up and lowered herself back down, over and over, taking him a fraction of an inch at a time. She was so tight, so warm, so soft—
She lowered herself a tiny bit more, a shiver passing down her spine. “You’re too big,” she whispered.
“You can take it.” He moved one hand around her hip and used his thumb to stroke her clit. As he did, she relaxed around him, her body making room for him. “That’s it, love. You can do it. It’ll fit.” By degrees, he slid deeper until he was seated to the hilt inside the heaven of her body. “Our bodies were made for this. See how well you take me?”
She glanced between them at the thick intrusion of his cock buried inside her, but he knew from that angle only he could truly see how beautifully she’d stretched for him, the magnificent way her body had made space to welcome him inside.
“Caleb,” she whimpered, rocking against him, “I need…”
“I know, love.” He moved his hand back to her ass, stifling a grin when she made a little sound of protest as his finger left her clit. “You are so needy, angel. Take what you need.” With his grip on her ass, he lifted her slightly in his lap, then lowered her back down, urging her to ride him.
She didn’t need much encouragement. As she bounced on his cock, her breasts shook, tempting him to capture them with his mouth. She moved faster, rising up higher and slamming down harder, and he dug his hands into her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he helped her come down harder each time. He slidlower in the chair, and a look of wonder crossed her face, her eyes falling shut and her mouth pulling into that perfect little O as the new angle drove his cock into a new place deep inside her.
“Are you going to come for me, Molly?” He gritted his teeth as his own orgasm barreled down his spine, determined not to come before she did. “Let me feel it, love.”
“Come with me. I want you to come inside me.”
He pulled her down as his hips drove up into her, hard and deep, until sparks flew over his skin. He was so close, and the idea of coming inside her, of pumping her full of his cum and watching it drip out of her swollen pussy before he pushed it back inside, of doing it again and again for the rest of their lives—
His vision went white around the edges as her pussy clamped down on his length and pulled his orgasm from him. He fucked her as she shook in his arms, her climax a grasping, greedy thing, swallowing every burst of his release. His lungs burned with the need to catch his breath as each new wave of bliss rioted through him. At last, her movements slowed, the aftershocks of her orgasm sending pulses of unexpected pleasure through his spent cock, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky where they were joined.
He kissed her, holding her in place on his lap, still buried deep inside her, and knowingthiswas what Molly meant when she talked about sex that could change you. Because there was no denying he was changed, every part of him broken apart and put back together by the act of loving her. He’d spend the rest of his life watching pleasure bloom across her skin and knowing he was the cause, knowing she had altered every part of him, and thanking God for it.
Chapter fifteen
For the second morning in a row, Molly woke to find Caleb gone. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, tired and sore and hazy from their orgasms, they’d climbed back into bed, falling asleep curled together as though they’d done it a thousand times before.
It had been a perfect night.
But when she rolled over in the morning and was greeted by the cold sheets on his side of the bed, something seemed off. A tiny ripple of nerves across the back of her neck, the most miniscule curl of doubt in her stomach.
That whisper at the back of her mind that something had shifted while she was sleeping followed her as she dressed in days old clothing, dogged her heels as she trotted down the stairs, seemed to echo through the empty cabin when her foot landed on the creaky bottom step.
“Caleb?” she called.
He wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, but a freshly brewed pot of coffee sat in the coffee maker, a clean mug setbeside it waiting for her, his dirty one rinsed and resting in the drainer tray by the sink. She told herself she was being silly as she poured cream into her coffee and stirred in the sugar. He’d probably just gone to dig out the car, or to settle their bill at the motel. Taking her coffee to sit on the couch in the living room, she let the heavy ceramic warm her hands as she replayed the day before, the way he’d kissed her against the wall by the tree, how he’d laid her out and licked her to orgasm in front of the fire, the little touches and kisses and flirtations. The hunger in his eyes when she’d climbed on the desk the night before, the confusing mix of tenderness and possessiveness with which he’d fucked her.
The front door flew open and Caleb came in, stamping his feet to clear them of the snow clinging to his shoes. He blew on his hands to warm them and her foolish heart kickstarted. She knew the moment he caught sight of her, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses and a slow grin spreading over his face. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, dislodging snowflakes. “Good morning.”
