Chapter 43 #2
I work the lacy material down to her knees to get it out of the way, and she spreads her legs as far as she’s able to.
Her cunt looks perfect from his angle, glistening with her arousal and begging to be fucked.
I watch hungrily as she slides a hand between her legs to touch herself.
Her breathy moan when her fingers find her clit is all the motivation I need to pop the button on my pants and slide the zipper down, tugging down the front of my boxer briefs just enough to let my cock spring free.
I fist the base and step closer to Elsie, leaning over her back and placing one of my hands atop hers on the bench. When she feels the head of my cock nudge her entrance, she gasps. She moves to widen her knees on the pew, but the underwear around her thighs makes it difficult.
“It’s going to be tight like this,” I warn.
“Good.”
Fuck. What did I do to deserve her?
“Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes,” she says. “Always.”
Despite my earlier thought, the first inch of my cock slipping inside her nearly has me seeing stars.
I push my hips forward and sink deeper, just a few inches at first, and we both groan.
It’s a tight fit, but fuck, does she feel good.
At this angle, with her legs only as far apart as her panties will allow, it’s the most delicious kind of friction as I sink further into her wet heat.
When I’m fully seated inside her, she pushes her hips back against my lap, taking me as deep as she can.
“I’ve never been so full,” Elsie moans.
God, I love this woman. For many reasons, but right now, because of how needy she is for my cock.
To everyone else, she’s the sweet, girl-next-door type.
But she loves to be fucked, and she loses all of her inhibitions when it’s only her and I, just like this.
It’s a fucking privilege, being the one who gets to have her like this.
Without warning, her cunt squeezes around me and I nearly shout. Elsie turns her head just enough that I can see the wicked grin on her face.
“You desperate, needy little thing,” I murmur against her skin. I bury my mouth in the crook of her neck and plant messy kisses on a path toward her ear. When I nip at her lobe, her body wracks beneath me with a shudder.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, my voice low in her ear. I pull out as much as I’m able to before sinking deep again. “So fucking perfect. You take me so well.”
Elsie practically melts at the praise. My girl is a people pleaser, and she loves to hear all of the filthy thoughts running through my head when I’m inside her. They also make her blush, and I happen to love her in that particular shade of red.
“I told you I’m not going easy on you,” I remind her. “But only because I know you can take it.”
“Yes,” she purrs, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Please.”
“Hang on.”
She picks her head back up and I feel her grip on the back of the bench tighten where her hand rests under mine. With my other hand I reach around her waist, sliding it down to the spot where our bodies are joined. The feel of my cock disappearing inside her — fuck, it blurs my vision for a second.
Elsie’s earlier taunt — prove it — echoes on a loop in my mind. I’m a man of my word, so I do just that.
I fuck Elsie hard and fast, losing myself in her again and again. The tight squeeze of her cunt around my cock, the way our moans echo off the vaulted ceiling, her breathy little gasps when I sink deep enough to hit that magic spot inside her — it’s almost too much.
I work her clit with my middle finger, circling it when I pull out and pressing exactly where I know she likes it each time I sink back inside.
Something I’m learning quickly about Elsie – she’s soft and sweet, but she likes it rough.
Not every time, but in moments like this, she’s right there with me, matching every thrust with a moan or a whimper.
And oh, does she love when I make it hurt just a little bit. I move my hand from hers and slide it into her wild mane of hair, wrapping some of it around my fist and pulling slightly.
“Declan,” she cries out. It’s exactly what she needed.
I pick up the pace and so does her breathing, letting me know she’s close to falling apart.
When I hear her breathy “Oh” and feel her clench around me, I give myself permission to tip over that edge with her.
I bury my cock to the hilt one last time and try to stifle my groan against her hair as I come.
My hips jerk forward of their own accord and I lean over Elsie, her body still quivering beneath me with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
I keep a steady pressure on that bundle of nerves between her thighs, and only when she sags against the back of the pew do I finally stop.
“You’re going to be a mess,” I whisper against the bare skin of her shoulder.
I slide out of her and step back, my eyes trained on her slick pussy as some of my cum drips out of her.
She must feel it, but she just grins over her shoulder at me and slides her panties back into place.
Her dress falls down around her knees as she climbs off the bench, unsteady on her heels before she finds her footing.
“God, that was hot.” She grins up at me while I fix my own clothing, tucking everything back where it should be.
“I swear, I didn’t run after you with the intention of fucking you in a chapel,” I assure her. “Speaking of –” I glance around, expecting to see… I don’t even know. The ghost of Jesus Christ, come to smite us for sinning?
“I think we might be going to hell.”
Elsie shrugs and a tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips. But then her brow furrows and she takes a step back, and I have a sinking feeling that she’s putting more than just physical space between us again.
“I should head back in there,” she tells me.
“Elsie.” Her name comes out like a desperate plea, which is exactly what it is. “Don’t. Please talk to me.”
She shakes her head and turns toward the door. “Later, okay? We’ll talk later.”
“Let’s talk now.”
Elsie sighs, but she doesn’t step any closer toward the door. When she turns back to me, the thinly-veiled panic she’d managed to mask for the last fifteen minutes or so is back, the emotions she’s been trying so desperately to hide from me swirling in the depths of her hazel eyes.
“What is it that you want to hear, Declan? It’s not enough for me to play the part of your therapist; you want to be mine, too?” The words are sharp as a whip in the empty chapel. I know she’s deflecting, but I still flinch.
“That’s not fair,” I tell her, my voice low and even. I can see the immediate regret wash over her face, but she makes no apology for her harsh words.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she says quietly. The words land like a physical blow, threatening to take me out at the knees.
“Do what, exactly?” I ask carefully.
“This,” she cries. “Us.” The words she’s been holding back burst out of her like a dam collapsing.
“When I was in the bathroom, I overheard these two women talking about us. They couldn’t believe you would ever be with someone like me.
All people do in this small town is talk, and once again, I’m stuck in the center of it. ”
“What does that mean?” I take a step toward her, then another. “What do you mean, once again?”
“I was almost engaged once,” she says, stopping me in my tracks. She’s never told me anything about her past relationships. I’d been curious, sure, but she always skirted the subject, and I never pried.
She knows everything about my past. There was a string of random hookups and casual flings throughout the years, and then there was her.
Only her.
“Okay, so you were almost engaged once,” I repeat. The words don’t taste right coming out of my mouth. “What happened?”
“He left,” she says simply, though I get the sense it’s anything but simple.
“We started dating our junior year of high school and stayed together throughout college. We went to the same school nearby. But when graduation came around, Nathan didn’t want to stick around like I did.
He knew that I had no intention of leaving – or at least he should have; I had told him countless times – but he still proposed. ”
“And you said no?”
“I said no,” she confirms. “But not right away, and I almost said yes. Despite the fact that the thought of leaving this town absolutely gutted me, despite knowing, deep down, that I had been falling out of love with him for a while – I almost said yes. Because it’s what was expected of me.
Because everyone in this town had watched us fall in love as teenagers, and they were rooting for us as adults.
Because I wanted him to be happy, and I wanted to be the person who could make that happen.