and and was lining himself up with my opening. I should have been scared out of my mind. I should have been worried that he wasn’t wearing a condom. But nothing was in my mind at that moment other than how badly I needed to feel this man inside of me.
I arched my back so our hips were pressing together. The head of his cock sat resting at my entrance, and I wanted all of it inside of me. I brought my hips up further and that time, he took the hint. He grabbed my hips in both of his hands and plunged into me. I cried out; it hurt, but at the same time, it was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. He was groaning loudly as he rocked back and forth, pulling himself in and out. God! This was so incredibly good.
He pressed his lips to my ear and kissed down along the side of my face to my neck. He took a piece of the sensitive flesh there and bit down on it. I whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth as he continued his gentle massage of the inner walls of my sopping wet pussy. I reached back and grabbed his round, firm ass cheeks in my hands and pushed him down towards me. He began moving faster. I reached up with both of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust into me faster still.
“Harder!” I whispered in a desperate voice. Suddenly, I was a crazed sex lunatic, and I didn’t care. It was the only thing I was living for at the moment. I needed more. He didn’t hesitate to give it to me. He rammed his cock up into me, that time striking bottom.
“Oh, dear God!” he muttered as he slipped his strong arms underneath my legs. He picked them up and rested my feet on his shoulders. Then, he began slamming himself into me so that our hips met each time and the slap of flesh on flesh was the only noise competing with the sound of our struggle for oxygen.
Each time he plowed into me, he went deeper than I imagined possible. We were both covered with a light sheen of sweat, and he had to grip onto me even tighter to keep me from slipping away. The struggle between pain and pleasure was real as his fingers dug into my flesh.
He sounded like he was getting close and I could feel him swelling inside of me, and then I felt him slow down and begin stroking me hard and deep. It was hot and sexy and I was at the edge of the cliff once more.
“Please…” I moaned out. I knew he was trying to make it last but I needed to feel him drill into me. He slipped his hands underneath my neck and I felt him press his body into mine…nearly forcing all of the breath out of my body as he slammed into me — hard. “Oh yes! That’s it…more!”
He pulled back and slammed into me again. I threw my head back into the pillow and let out a long, loud moan. I felt him stroking the deepest part of me and wondered if he was loving this as much as I was. As if reading my mind, he pressed a lustful kiss against my ear and said, “Beautiful…so beautiful. This is so good!”
I reached for his face and took it in my hands. Turning it towards me, I covered his lips with mine. I felt him moan into my mouth and that turned me on even more, if that was possible. I started rocking my hips up and down as he stroked in and out of me hard and deep, over and over again.
Fire was raging deep in my core as I moaned and whimpered and writhed. I ached in places I didn’t even know existed. The heat between our bodies felt like all it needed was one more spark to ignite the entire room. Crazy sounds were coming out of my throat and my pussy throbbed with the need to come.
“Are you close?” I asked him. He grunted and nodded. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and used them as leverage to pull my hips up so that he could slam into me even harder and deeper. I suddenly felt the waves of the orgasm crash into me.
As I came, I felt him shudder and he let out a moan that sounded like pure bliss before his entire body began to shiver and shake. He shoved his cock forward and held it inside of me as deep as he could get. He came and came and came.
Still trembling, he collapsed down next to me. I still had my arms around him and I let him lay on one of them, practically crushing it, just because I didn’t want to feel that empty feeling I’d felt before ever again.
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I woke up with the light from the early morning sun streaming in the window into my eyes. I kept them shut tightly and tried to fight my way out of the sheets I seemed to be tangled up in. I was so dehydrated that I could barely open my lips. My tongue was plastered to the roof of my mouth and my throat felt like sandpaper.
Damn it! That’ll teach me to order pretty, fruity drinks. My head gave a throb at the thought of it and I started to roll over. I realized that I couldn’t. There was something big and hard blocking my path. What the hell?
I slowly pulled one eye open. As soon as I did, before I even processed my surroundings, I remembered. I had sex…with a stranger. Oh no, I’m still in his house! Damn it!
I turned my head to the side then and saw him there. I wasn’t tangled in sheets. My naked body was tangled up with his. Even anxious and sick to my stomach at what I’d done, my breath caught in my throat at the gorgeous sight of him.
I blinked a few times as the thoughts began to take shape and accelerate inside of my head. I tried taking a few slow, deep breaths so that they would slow down. I couldn’t follow them when they raced around like that. I had to concentrate on breathing in and breathing out because I felt like something, or someone, was sitting on my chest or holding me under water.
My heart hammered relentlessly against the inside of my chest. I had sex with a stranger in his apartment. I had committed a grievous sin and now, as he slept next to me the morning after, I realized that it was even worse than I’d thought. I’d spent the entire night having hot, passionate sex with him and I’d never even asked him his name. Oh, God! Forgive me! I have to get out of here before he wakes up. What have I done?
Chapter Six
Jace
My new church confessional was an old fashioned one that still had a booth for the priest and one for the parishioner. The church I was at in Boston had been a lot more progressive. During confession, there I sat in the confession “room” in a chair across from the congregate that was confessing. It was one-on-one still, but there was no hiding. Since you can’t hide from God, I felt that was as it should be.
This was my first real day of work in Lexington, though, so I would do it their way for a while. After Father Byrne moved on to his new post in New York, it would be my church and I could change things as I saw fit.
As I dressed and readied myself to hear confession, the words my mentor in the seminary used to read to us from the guide to hearing confession came rushing back to me. I heard his voice reciting it word-for-word as if he were in the room with me, staring me down with accusing eyes, judging me.
“But if he himself be ignorant, a profligate, and a lover of pleasure, how can he teach virtue unto others? And who would be so unwise as to hearken unto him concerning that which he (that is, the penitent) has to say, seeing him a disorderly person and a drunkard, and teaching others not to be intemperate, or to follow any virtue whatever, while he himself is unable to do this? For eyes are more believing than ears, says the divine Scripture. Therefore, take heed unto thyself, O Confessor, for if one sheep be lost through thy negligence, it shall be required at thy hands. ‘For cursed,’ says the Scripture, ‘is he that does the work of the Lord negligently.’ (Jer. 48:10)”
I shuddered and tried to push that memory down as I donned my sacred robes and lit the candles on either side of the confessional. Then, kissing the crucifix around my neck, I said the prayer reserved for priests who are about to hear confession: “Grant to me, O Lord, that wisdom which stands beside Thy throne, that I may know how to judge Thy people with justice, and Thy poor ones with equity…”
I could taste the residue of scotch still coating my throat, and the prayer that usually gave me peace, instead caused the bile to rumble up and compete with the alcohol for my notice. I closed my eyes and refocused my mind on my faith and my love of God and I started over.
When I finished, I flipped on the green light and took my seat in the chair. Sister Adeline had left a pot of tea for me next to the chair. I poured a cup and held it to my face, letting the steam seep into my skin.