Page 109 of Sinner (Priest 2)
Everything is so soft. So soft. Like she might melt right onto my tongue, and I do my very level best to make her melt, I do. I suckle her clit and lick it, I swirl at her entrance and spear her opening with my tongue. I slowly i
ntroduce fingers and thumbs. I growl in appreciation as her hands lace through my hair and yank me closer; I moan and reach down to squeeze my cock as she starts fucking herself against my face because I’m going to come, I’m going to come just like this if I don’t suffocate my cock for a second.
Okay, maybe more like a minute.
And all the while, she’s fucking my face like it’s the last time she’ll ever have a face to fuck her pussy against—which it is.
“Sean,” she breathes around her finger. “Oh, fuck. Sean.”
She comes beautifully. Magnificently. A writhing, wet, gasping, happy little nun.
I wait for her to come down, nursing her through the peaks and valleys until her body goes completely soft and pliant under my lips, and then I stand up, wiping at my mouth with my arm. Her eyes blaze as they follow my movement, locking in on the sight of my wet lips. I curve them in a smirk.
“Did you like that?” I ask, leaning in close and circling the tip of my nose around hers. “Did you like having that poor pussy taken care of?”
“Yes,” she sighs happily. “Oh, yes. Please—” she pulls at my shirt, trying to chase me for a kiss, and I tease her by not granting it, moving my head whenever she moves so she can’t quite reach my lips. “Sean, please, I need you.”
For that, I let her kiss me, let her lick curiously at her own taste and clean it from my lips. “Say you love me,” I mumble against her mouth. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she gasps out—gasping because before she can finish, I’m lifting her back up against the wall, my other hand fishing out my cock. Hearing her say it makes me crazed and tame all at once, feral and serene. I could listen to her say it for the rest of my life, I could survive just on the sound of those words alone, I could—
Wait.
Shit.
“I don’t have a condom, baby. I’m sorry.” I start to set Zenny down, and she clings to me.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads. “We’ve already been bare together before, so what does it matter?”
“Being bare inside your cunt carries a different set of problems.”
“I’m on birth control,” she argues.
“I’m not going to risk your future over this,” I tell her firmly. Between the teeth of my zipper, my cock gives a protesting throb. I ignore it. “You’re worth more than that. You’re worth everything.”
“Sean Bell,” she says, and her voice is sharp suddenly, not a little bit stern. I meet her eyes. “If I’m worth everything, then I’m worth listening to. I’m comfortable with the risks.”
“Fuck, Zenny. God knows I want to pin you flat to the wall and fuck you until neither us remember our names.” I’m shaking again, still holding her tight in my arms, and when she moves to hike herself more comfortably, the head of my cock drags through her wet center. I suck in a wounded breath through my teeth, my head falling onto her shoulder.
She bites my earlobe. “I want you,” she says. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I pull away so I can search her face. Her eyes are warm and urgent, her mouth drawn into a pout of tormented need.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I can’t resist her; I can’t resist giving her anything she wants, ever.
“Honest girl thing?” I ask, needing to be sure.
“Honest girl thing.”
I notch the naked head of me into her cunt and meet her gaze. “Kiss me,” I beg. “Kiss me while you let me inside you.”
She kisses me with the eagerness of a schoolgirl, her mouth open and her tongue seeking, and for a minute we are poised just on the edge of sin, our tongues meeting and mating and my penis only just breaching her. “You make me come apart,” she says against my mouth. “You make me more like myself.”
And that does it for me. I’m gone with loving her, gone with this tumbling, heedless fall with her.
I thrust inside.
There’s nothing between us.
