I felt him take his cock into his hand and press it up against my opening. I groaned again and wiggled my hips to open my thighs up even wider. I cried out as I felt him slide into me. As soon as he was inside of me, I began rocking my hips back and forth, trying to grind my hips into his.
He grinned. “Slow down there, tiger.”
I giggled, breathlessly. He was right, I was in a hurry. I just knew how good it was going to feel.
He moved in and out of me slowly for a while, kissing me and sucking on my neck, raking his hands over my body. I moved with him and soon we found a smooth rhythm that we kept for a while. As I felt another orgasm beginning to build, I started moving faster.
He moaned and matched my pace, plunging in and out of my pussy now as quickly as he could. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using my feet to drive him into me.
I was writhing uncontrollably beneath him and I screamed out in ecstasy when the tension exploded into another wild orgasm. My pussy went into spasms around his cock and once again, I felt his whole-body shudder.
He kept pounding into me breathing heavier, stroking harder and whispering my name — and something in Latin, I think — just before he exploded inside of me. He rocked back and forth slowly for several seconds before at last collapsing down on top of me and gasping for breath.
We were both slick with sweat and he rubbed his chest back and forth against my breasts before pulling his weight up off of me. He looked down at me and grinned. I shivered again and we lay there as he held me and gently kissed the side of my face.
I was surprised as I felt him growing hard again already against my thigh. He moved his lips to my neck and licked and sucked there again and then he pressed his lips to my ear and said, “I’m not done yet, beautiful.”
He sat up, taking me with him. I was on his lap, and I straddled his hips. He reached down and gave himself a few strokes before lining up with my lips and pushing up into me. I used my knees to move myself up and down on his shaft with my breasts rubbing against his face and his lips. He stuck his tongue out and caught a nipple every so often, sending an electric shock down my spine each time.
He sucked one into his mouth and nibbled on my nipple as he clutched onto my hips and I continued to ride him. His fingers dug into my flesh and he used the sides of his teeth to scrape my nipples. I felt like my head was going to explode just about the time he pulled me up off of him.
“What…what?” I gasped. I couldn’t get enough air to speak and my mouth was completely dry.
“Stand up, baby, and hold onto the back of the couch.” Jace was getting adventurous. I didn’t complain or even hesitate. I stood up and gripped the back of the sofa. I felt him move in behind me and his hands grasped my hips as he slid his cock back up inside of me.
I gasped as he pushed himself into me so deep that the flesh of his pelvis slapped up against the flesh of my ass. He didn’t go slowly this time; he started pumping hard and fast. He left one hand on my hip to hold me in place and he slid the other one up and grasped one of my breasts and played with it while he continued to thrust into me at a frenetic pace.
Our bodies were melded together in a wave of undulating motion, accented by gasping, panting, and guttural moans and grunts. I felt him clamp his fingers down tightly on my nipple first and then the swell of his cock and the clamp of my smooth walls around it, just before we both came together in another mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm. Within seconds, we both collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty heap of satisfied flesh.
We lay there, gasping, until we both caught our breath and then he said, “I’m not sure if I can continue to be a priest. I need you, Daphne, and I won’t ever be able to fully commit to anything that will keep me from you.”
His words filled my heart with a joy that I’d never experienced before. Not because he said he was thinking about giving up his vocation, but because he said that he needed me. I needed him, too, more than I’ve ever needed anything.
I kissed his face and said, “Whatever you decide to do, I will support. I just want to be with you.”
Chapter Forty
Jace
I spent the week trying to figure out what to do. I saw Daphne every day, but we hadn't had sex again since that night on the couch. I loved just being with her. We had dinner together, watched television, cuddled…normal couple stuff. Things that I, as a priest, should never experience.
The only way I would ever be able to completely devote myself to her is if I left the church. I wished that
was as easy as quitting a job. There were so many parts of it I loved and so much of it I believed in deeply. It wouldn't be easy, but when I compared it with the idea of leaving Daphne, there was no contest. I had to be with her. She’d become my lifeline.
I was about to go out to the grocery store when my phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Ryan. I rolled my eyes. I love my brother, but sometimes I am just not in the mood for him. With a deep sigh, I slid it to answer and put it to my ear. “Hey, bro, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, I just wondered if you happened to catch that Yanks’ game last night?”
“Yeah, they got lucky.”
I wasn’t a Yankees fan; it drove my brothers crazy.
“Lucky my ass,” he said. “It was pure skill and they’re going to the Series this year.”
I laughed. “You keep dreaming, little bro. Maybe one day that’ll come true. Doubtful, but nothing is impossible.”
“Like you having sex?”