Page 78 of Sinner (Priest 2)
“It’s time, sweetheart. Lay back.”
And she does, spreading her legs without me telling her, and I praise her for that too, for being so smart, for being so perfect. I lean forward and tuck a pillow under her head, and then I give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Watch,” I tell her, and with the pillow behind her head, she can and she does. She watches as I kneel between her legs, as I brace myself over her, my loose bowtie dangling between us. I should tear it off, but both my hands are occupied and I honestly can’t bring myself to care right now.
I’m about to fuck the woman I love, and that’s all I can ever care about.
I take myself in hand and caress her entrance with my cock. The head of me is blunt and fat and wide, and much, much bigger than the tiny seam it’s currently rubbing against, and she stiffens the moment I make contact, the moment she feels for herself exactly how big the cock is that wants inside her pussy.
And so I lean down and croon in her ear about how brave she is to take me, how sexy she is, how good I’ll make her little cunt feel if she’ll let me. And as I say all this, I keep pressing and rubbing and gently pushing until finally, finally, my tip squeezes inside of her.
She arches underneath me, letting out a stung noise, and I’m letting out the same noise, because it’s so tight, God help me, it’s so tight. I’m only barely inside her, and already I can feel my groin clenching hot and deep with the need to release.
“Stay with me,” I murmur, dropping my forehead to hers. “Stay with me.”
She nods underneath me, her hands coming up to lace around my neck in a gesture that conveys pure, unsullied trust. Trust I don’t deserve, but I’ll do everything not to betray.
“It’s going to pinch,” I tell her. “But it shouldn’t hurt, because you’re nice and wet and ready for me. But if it does hurt, tell me and I’ll fix it.”
She nods again. “Okay. I—” she gives the most tentative of movements with her hips, and I nearly come from that alone. “It feels better now. Put more inside me.”
I lift my head so that she can lift hers and continue to watch as I push in another inch. The stretch of her around my cock is the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen and also the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt, and then I give her another inch. “You’re so tight here,” I mutter, and I can feel sweat starting to bead along the muscled furrows of my back and stomach. My bracing arm is trembling—my entire body is trembling, actually—with restraint.
“You’re shaking again,” she says.
“It’s because of you.”
This earns me a kiss. “More,” she commands, like a little queen.
“Darling, I’m going to have to push,” I say, my voice as shivery as my body right now. “It’s so fucking tight, I can’t—”
“More,” she says impatiently, and so I press my hips forward and slide in deeper, regretting every bit of force it takes to wedge in deeper.
She’s been watching me as I feed my cock into her pussy, but with this last thrust, she falls back, her eyes squeezing closed.
I freeze. “Zenny?”
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sp; “It doesn’t hurt…exactly,” she assures me, eyes still closed. Except her words aren’t very reassuring. I start to withdraw and her hands fly from my neck to my hips.
“No,” she begs. “Stay. Keep going. I’m breathing through it and…oh.” This last comes as I rock in and out the tiniest bit, giving her a little taste of what it will be like when I fuck her in truth.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she says again, but this time her words have a faint wonder to them. “It feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Halfway there, baby,” I soothe her. “Halfway there.”
I look down at where we’re joined myself and groan. Fuck me, but she’s tight, and the stark visual of my thickness spearing her virgin pussy is nearly too much. It’s only the barest shred of my control that keeps me from piercing the rest of the way home in one, sure thrust. Instead, I go slowly, agonizingly slowly, until finally at last, I’m all the way inside. I’m finally able to let go of my cock, and I brace myself on my elbows so that I can cradle her face in my hands.
“How are you doing?” I ask her, searching her face. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she says, and her hands move to pet at my stomach and chest. “Very yes.”
“I’m going to start moving now, and I’m going to play with your cunt as I do. We’re going to go slowly at first.”
And that’s how we begin for real—in slow, succulent movements, with her running her fingers along my abs and me braced on one arm by her head, my other hand splayed near her hip and my thumb working soft circles around her clit. And I’m murmuring more teacher words to her, telling her how good she is, how clever and how curious, telling her to move her hips or to hug my waist with her thighs. It takes all I have to be a teacher right now, all of my threadbare control, because she’s fitting me like a tight, hot glove, she’s so wet and everywhere she is so beautiful, so perfect, so Zenny. Even the tangle of chiffon around her hips is her, even the unpracticed catch of her heels on the bed. I love her and I’m fucking her, and I see now why she used those words earlier, make love, because that’s what this is. It’s still dirty, it’s still raw—I’m still gloating over the way her virgin cunt feels on my cock, I’m still biting at her breasts like an animal—but how I feel about her is a shimmering, golden thread through it all. It’s electric, sizzling everywhere, ionizing everything, transforming everything into something more than just biology.
