Page 77 of Sinner (Priest 2)
And I am shaking. I’m shaking because I need to fuck, I’m shaking because the woman I need to fuck is a woman I’m feeling insane things for, I’m shaking because I’m going to fuck a woman I’m in love with for the first time in my life.
I’m shaking because—wait.
Wait.
Am I in love with Zenny?
The idea stuns me even as the truth of it thrums down to my bones, and it floods every part of me as we kiss again, as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. I love her. I love Zenobia Iverson, and maybe I have since the moment she knocked on my door, asking me to make her doubt. Since our first kiss, even. Or the night at the gala, when I met her as an adult and red silk kissed her skin in all the ways I couldn’t.
“Teach me now,” she breathes, oblivious to the earth-shattering awakening I’m having, oblivious to the real source of my trembling. “Do the thing where you teach me?”
I move my lips away from her mouth and kiss her ear. “Is that how you want to do this?”
“Yes,” she says. “It makes me feel…special. Safe.”
And how can I argue with that?
I yank at my bow tie as I rise up on my knees, unknotting it and shucking my jacket. I’m in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt when she gives a little whine.
“What is it, baby?”
She bites her lip and then says, “We’re going to have lots of sex, right?”
“Lots and lots.”
“Then save all the tenderly undressing parts for later. I want you to fuck me now.” She sounds a little grouchy, and I have to laugh.
“Such a demanding little virgin,” I murmur, leaning down to nip at her jaw. “I thought I was supposed to be the teacher here, hmm?”
“As long as you teach me fast,” she says huffily. And after I untie the dress’s halter at the back of her neck, I rise up to look down at her. Her skirt is a puddle of blue-green around her hips, her thighs are spread revealing a wet and kiss-swollen pussy. The bodice of her dress is now drooping off her chest, revealing her upthrust breasts with their furled, needy tips. A demanding little virgin, indeed, all the traces of nervousness now melted away and leaving only unselfconscious desire in its wake.
I let my hand drift over her tummy and find a place holding her hip still as my other hand goes to my fly. Pinning her like this as I one-handedly get my cock out feels filthy, on just this side of wrong, and judging from the way she squirms and chews on her lip as she stares at my hand working open my pants, she feels the same.
The breath she lets out once it’s free actually eclipses my own, as if she felt the discomfort of my trapped arousal as acutely as I did, and then I take her hand and guide her to me, guide her into handling and stroking me. I grunt with pleasure at her still-uncertain handling of my cock.
“You feel how hard it is, baby?” I ask. “It’s like that for you.”
She makes a low purr of satisfaction, her eyes not on my face but on the crude thickness of my erection in her hand.
“Here,” I say, taking her hand and wrapping it around the head of my cock. “This is where I’ll start. Just with the tip of me. I’ll find where you’re wet and tight, and I’ll begin to push in. It’ll feel big, Zenny, so big at first, like I’ll split you open, and just when you think you can’t do it, I’ll push in a little bit more.” I circle my hand over hers and push it down, just a little, so that she’s gripping me around my shaft just under my tip. “I’ll be stretching you to take me, and I’ll be petting you and rubbing you the entire time so that the stretch feels good, it feels like what you need.”
“And then?” she asks in a whisper, looking up at my face.
I guide her hand all the way down to my root. “And then I’ll be all the way inside you. And it will feel so good, baby, so full, full like you’ve never felt. Then I’ll start to move, start to slide—” I coax her hand into mimicking the motion. “—that’s when I’ll be thrusting. That’s how we’ll fuck.”
“Yes,” she says, looking a little dazed and a lot excited. “That’s how we’ll fuck.”
I lean over to my end table and fish out a condom, handing the packet to her once I have it, patiently waiting as she fumbles to get it open.
“This way,” I say kindly, showing her how to start it with the pinch and the roll, and then letting go and allowing her to roll it all the way on. Seeing her like this, eager and clumsy, is painfully arousing, and I find myself breathing in deep, shaky breaths to keep from tackling her and fucking her bare. I’ve never fucked a woman bare, and it’s never been something that I’ve thought much about before, but God, the image of my naked cock pushing into that sweet, tight cunt…
Fuck. I want it. I want it and I’ll never be able to have it.
“There,” Zenny says, sitting back and admiring my shining, sheathed penis. She looks proud of her handiwork, and it’s really quite charming. She’s sitting in a pool of unbound chiffon, mussed and well-pleasured, and she’s looking at my erection like a term project she’s just gotten a good grade on.
“Such a good student,” I praise. “Such a good girl.”
She looks pleased.
