Chapter 46 #2
In one of his cruelest moments, Stephan had recorded Easton flipping out and then made him watch the video over and over in some misguided attempt to "fix his whiny ass issues.
" He couldn't do that in front of her. Not Petra.
Out here, away from everyone, he could seriously hurt her if he lost it.
And then gentleness descended on his heart like a heavy weight, the hand of God moving in His servant, dispelling the fear and summoning hope in its place.
He could do this. The God was with him. He was no longer lost.
"I'm going to need you to get undressed," he said confidently, smiling inside at the way her eyes widened.
“I...okay,” she said shyly. It occurred to him that what was between them had never been like this.
Before it had been what she was bade to do, and while she might like it, and crave it even, this was different, because the situation wasn’t set up with an end game in mind.
She could be as nervous about this as him. Her bravado an act before.
She was soft and sweet, and as she slipped free of the clothing, taking her time in doing so, the nerves were there, floating to the surface every so often.
He wished she could feel what he felt...
his certainty that this was right where they needed to be at this exact moment, doing this exact thing.
He wondered why God spoke to him and not to her.
Unless it was part of her sacrifice to consecrate the temple.
..maybe that was it. Maybe she had to come to him, willing in the face of her uncertainty, to make it a true devotion.
She had to want to be here with him, now, doing this.
He shed his own clothes much less hesitantly than she had.
She probably deserved a show, but he'd waited for this moment for too long to be fancy about it.
He just wanted to know what it would be like to touch and be touched without descending into his own personal hell.
He stroked the skin of her thigh, awed at how soft it was, even rippled with goosebumps from the chill in the air.
His hand travelled up over the curves of her belly and cupped a breast, and God.
..the exquisite softness of it made him want to weep at its beauty.
Nothing could have prepared him for this. Nothing.
She was breathing more heavily now, clearly turned on, but he couldn’t contain his wonder over the feel of her skin.
He had a crazy urge to rub his face on it like he'd seen cats do on TV and then realized he could do that if he wanted to, so he did.
He had no idea that a woman's warm skin would smell so good.
Some sort of fruity product but underneath it, something that was purely her. It was intoxicating.
Focus, Easton. He mentally slapped himself. He couldn't stay here all night rubbing his face all over her. They had a lifetime for that. Tonight, they had a sacred duty.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest, his throat aching with unshed tears over the wondrous joy of not being destroyed by that simple touch.
He moved it around and she let him, allowing him to use her hand to touch parts of his chest and throat and thighs before he was sure it was going to be okay.
"I think I can let go," he said, choking up and trying to swallow down the tears. "Can you keep touching me?"
She nodded. Using both hands on him, softly, slowly, learning the feel of his body.
Her eyes were on him, drinking him in as she did and she scooted closer, bringing his hand to her mouth.
She kissed the inside of his wrist, then each of his fingers, the tips, and smiled at him.
The color was in her cheeks but it wasn’t embarrassment.
No, lust colored her, made her lids heavy.
He leaned in and kissed her, and in every way that counted, this was his first kiss.
He lost himself in the taste of her, the soft yield of her lips and the tantalizing texture of her tongue as it darted against his, challenging and then retreating.
God...all these years he'd been missing out on this.
His heart felt like it might burst. He let instinct take over and his hand drifted down her body, seeking the cleft between her thighs. And that was a shock, too, the soft, silky wetness of it had a heat he hadn't expected at all.
“East...” she moaned and scooted closer, her legs now over his. “You like to tease...” She giggled and then kissed him again, then nuzzled his neck. “Gods, you smell so good.”
He couldn't speak. He was too lost in the sensory overload of her hands and her lips and her wetness on his fingers. "I don't know what I'm doing," he blurted out and then cringed, waiting for her to laugh.
“Could have fooled me,” she said softly and nipped him, just behind his ear.
“You are making me feel so good, East...” A shudder ran through her.
“Keep doing what you’re doing...” She gasped as he pressed on her clit.
“Oh gods...if it’s wrong I’ll tell you, but.
..I’m yours, I’m your plaything, your girl.
This is so new to me, too, with you, but it’s so perfect.
Make me yours, East...the way you want to. ..”
She didn't need to ask twice. He didn't know what he was doing consciously, but his body seemed to have some sort of primal muscle memory as to what had to be done as he moved over her and between her legs.
Arching, she wrapped a leg around his hip, her hand wrapping around his shaft for moments, and then she trailed her fingers down it. “East...” Her whisper was a whine of need.
"I'm right here." It took him a few moments to find the natural way to line up with her, almost losing his mind just at the feeling of his head sliding through her wetness until he felt the soft give that told him he was in the right place.
And then he pushed. It felt like the world caved in on him.
The heat, the slide, the wetness...fuck, the heat. It was so good. Too good.
He jerked, unable to stop himself, one thrust, and everything came undone.
He came helplessly, spurting into her after one thrust like a fucking teenager.
He was mortified. God, he wanted to die.
Why had God asked this of him? He could tell his face was scarlet as he started to withdraw, but then Petra stopped him.
“It’s good...and it’s okay,” she said softly, peppering him with kisses and then grinned. “Really hot that I turn you on this much.” She arched, slipping him slightly more inside, running her fingers down the nape of his neck and back. She whispered nonsense to him, her body stroking his.
"You aren't gonna laugh at me?" He was on the edge of tears, he was so mortified.
“Why would I laugh, my love?” she asked seriously.
“The fact that I affect you so much, that you like me that much...” She smiled.
“I’m not a little girl, I know some secrets, and something they don’t know,” she whispered.
“I would never laugh at you, for anything...well, unless you’re being silly then I’ll laugh. This isn’t that.”
"I'm so embarrassed." He rested his face in the curve of her neck, too ashamed to look at her. "It's not like I've never seen you naked before. Or come in my own hand."
“And have you ever been snug inside me before? No, and that’s why,” she offered. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially when you feel so good there, so fucking perfect...”
"I do?" He didn't think he was anything special. He'd seen most of the others naked at one time or another and he was definitely average in the bunch.
“Perfect,” she said softly and arched again, slipping him another inch inside.
“I knew you would. Sometimes it’s a lot to take, too much with some.
..but with you?” She smiled and ran her fingers between his shoulder blades.
“I know you are going to fit me perfectly. No pain, no discomfort, nothing weird, just you and a perfect fit...”
He could feel himself getting hard again, the way she was moving against him giving him a slick friction that was hard to ignore.
"I guess we're going to need to practice this a lot," he said, trying to poke fun at his own distress.
"I've gotta build up a tolerance to your perfection so I can thoroughly defile it. "
“Practice makes perfect, and you will never hear me say I don’t wanna.
..not when it’s this fucking perfect. Can I tell you a secret?
First time is always quick, regardless. But the second.
” She giggled. “Easton, I can feel you thickening...fuck, that feels good. This round is going to be long and you’re going to love it almost as much as I am.
” She grinned. “Remember, my love, I’m yours. I want you to take me how you want to.”
He wanted to take her every way there was to take a woman.
But for now, this was the only one that mattered.
..looking into her eyes and doing this with intent.
It was a sacred thing, a holy thing, ordained by God.
He could do it. Experimentally, he began moving his hips, trying to find an angle that felt good to him and also made her happy.
He was starting to learn her body, the soft sounds she made and the way her breath caught when something gave her pleasure. It was beautiful to watch.
“That’s perfect,” she moaned and slung her leg over his hip, the other moving farther to the outside, opening herself to him more.
“East, this is all I ever thought about before...you, me... Fuck, I wanted this so badly... So good...” Her little moans were gifts.
“Mmmm...take long strokes...pull all the way out and push in slowly. Oh fuck... You feel that?”
"It's so tight," he choked out, almost losing his mind at the way she was clenching around him. "Fuck... Petra!"
The orgasm ripped through her, squeezing him, fluttering, pulsing around him. She shook softly, goosebumps raising on her skin as she arched, holding him close. “East...” she panted into his ear. “Fuck...good...do that again...”
"Yes, Priestess," he gasped, trying not to lose it over the sensations he was experiencing. He'd had no idea it would feel like this. So overwhelming. So intimate. He did as she suggested, feeling the unexpected trembling in muscles he hadn't used this way before.
“Turn...” She moaned and they rested on their side. She hitched her leg higher on his hip, pulling him closer. Looking into his eyes, she smiled. “Fuck... East,” she said again. “So fucking good...”
Pride swelled through him, suffusing every fiber and cell in his body. He was doing this. He was making her writhe and moan and cry out his name. He felt like a god. He picked up the pace, wanting to drive her higher and wilder.
A gasp was wrenched from her as she surrendered to him, moaning, moving with him. “I’m so close... East...baby...” Shudders slipped through her. “East, can I ride you? I need you deeper...”
He didn't answer, rolling them instead so that she was on top. They'd moved off the blankets and his back was pressed into the cold tile floor, but he didn't care. There was such a fire between them that it was all he needed to keep him warm.
Rearing up, she rolled her hips and sighed.
“So much deeper,” her words a whisper as she watched him, her eyes on his, hands on his pecs, her movements a slink and roll of her hips and upper body.
Hair clouded around her and she threw her head back, panting.
“So fucking good...” and then she was kissing him, their tongues tangling.
She melted into him as his armed wrapped around her, hips still moving.
“East,” she said and moved back, pulling them to sitting position, her thighs over his hips, her arms around his neck.
She sobbed and bounced, eyes on him. “This feels right,” she said of their position, and kissed him.
"Take what you need," he managed to say, even though at this angle he was so deeply inside her he didn't know where he stopped and she began. They were moving as one.
“I only need you, Easton. So fucking good...” She kissed him again, and he felt the telltale squeeze start inside her, knowing she was reaching that peak again, and only for him.
This time he was going to come with her.
He could feel it spiraling and tightening in him, too.
..that explosive release of everything he was into, everything she was until they were free-falling together.
He braced his feet against the floor, feeling sharp stones cutting into his feet, and yet the pain felt natural, too.
The blood of their lovemaking was a worthy sacrifice of reconsecration.
“Easton!” she screamed as she shattered, the world around them ringing with her cries for him.
The strong grip of her body on his sent him soaring over the edge, too, mindlessly pumping into her, milking out the last of his cum and making her take it all.
When it was over, he couldn't help but to laugh at the state of the pair of them.
Covered in dust and gravel, mixed with their sweat and the bodily fluids dripping out from where they were joined, mingling with the smears of blood from his hands and feet and her knees.
They were a worthy sacrifice. The God was pleased.