Chapter 14 #2
Her kiss took him by surprise, the urgency with which she pressed her mouth against his, the demand of her fingers curling in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.
She kissed him as though she needed it to survive, as though she’d draw breath from his lungs, and he’d gladly give it to her.
He traced the opening of her mouth with his tongue and she melted against him, the fur at the top of her dress tickling his chest as she moved in his lap.
They broke apart, panting, her lips swollen and eyes bright. “Say it again.”
“I lo—”
“I love you too.” The glow of her smile was a gift he didn’t deserve but would gladly accept. “And you really don’t want to be a priest anymore? You’re sure you want to leave?”
He slid his hands down her back, adjusting her in his lap so she was straddling his thighs and gripping her ass through the thin velvet dress. “I’m sure, angel.”
“But what about—”
He cut off her question with a crushing kiss, quick but firm.
“I don’t have all the answers yet, Mol, but I know what I want.
” He settled her against him, urging her forward so she could feel the thick ridge of his erection trapped in his boxer briefs beneath her.
He knew the moment she felt it because her pupils widened and she bit her lip, that simple gesture making him painfully harder.
“I want to help people, the way I always intended to. And I want a life where I can love you with all my heart, all my soul, and all my body.”
She rocked against him, teasing him with the slow roll of her hips. “It’ll cause a scandal in a town as small as Aster Bay, a priest falling from grace.”
“Not falling from grace,” he said, hands sliding under her skirt to caress the soft skin hiding there.
“Just falling in love.” Would he ever get used to seeing her smile like this, warm and secretive, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him and found it delightful?
“We’ll figure the rest of it out together. If you’ll have me.”
“As if you could get rid of me now,” she said, bending to kiss him.
Then she was gone from his lap, standing over him as she slowly lifted the hem of her ridiculous Santa costume and pulled it over her head.
The scrap of fabric landed on the floor at her feet.
He couldn’t keep himself from reaching for her, couldn’t believe the blessing of being able to see her like this, naked and needy and wanting him.
He lifted her breast to his lips, sucking the furled tip into his mouth, desperate to taste her everywhere.
But Molly had plans of her own, it seemed.
She tugged at the waist of his boxer briefs and he lifted his hips to allow her pull them down his legs.
He thickened under her hungry gaze, and he circled the base of his shaft with one hand, stroking himself slowly, gripping tightly.
“Sit on the desk,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
She complied, sliding her bottom onto the edge of the desk and letting her knees drop to the side.
She was a vision, glistening and pink, her thighs red from his stubble when he’d licked her to orgasm earlier in the night.
He loved seeing the evidence that he’d been between her legs once already that night, the proof she wanted him there again.
He placed her feet on his knees, then spread his legs wide, moving hers apart at the same time, as he settled back in the chair.
The new angle put more of her on display, the sight of her waiting and open for him sending a thrum of power through his veins.
He returned his hand to his cock, stroking slowly, his other hand holding her foot in place on his knee.
“You are such a gift,” he whispered.
Holding his gaze, her hand drifted over her thigh. His eyes zeroed in on the movement as she dragged a finger through her seam, swirling around her clit, then moved lower, gathering wetness. Again and again, each stroke slower, more purposeful than the last.
“Let me see you,” he said, a broken plea.
She used the spread V of her index and middle finger to open herself further for him, putting every part of herself on display, the glistening place where he would slide in, stretching her, filling her, the swollen bud begging for his attention.
He released a shuddering breath, leaning closer and squeezing his cock against the urgent need to fuck her.
“Oh, angel, you are so beautiful.” With his free hand, he reached forward and pressed two fingers inside her, settling his thumb against her clit as she continued to hold herself open for him.
“I want to feel you come. Can I make you come, Molly?”
She nodded, chest rising and falling faster as he explored her with his fingers. “Yes, Father.”
His cock kicked in his hand, heat racing down his spine, and her pussy clenched around his fingers when she used his title. “Dirty girl,” he chided, curling his fingers within her.
She laughed breathlessly, her hips rocking up to meet his touch. “I want to come on your cock,” she whispered.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to her knee and pressing his lips there. “I don’t have a condom, Molly.”
“I have an IUD and I was tested recently.” He lifted questioning eyes to hers. “If it’s okay with you… Caleb, It’s all I’ve thought about for months. Please—”
He surged forward, pulling her face down to his and crashing his mouth against hers as he continued to finger her.
That this woman had been thinking about him in this way, that she wanted him so much, trusted him enough— It was almost more than he could take.
She came on his hand, her hips moving restlessly in time with his fingers and a little cry escaping around their kiss.
He had to be inside her, to feel the grip of her inner muscles on his cock, to feel her everywhere.
He pushed her feet off his knees and tugged her into his lap, settling her so she straddled his thighs, his hands planted on her ass.
She rested her arms on his shoulders and lifted up, allowing him to notch himself at her entrance.
The tip of his cock pressed inside her, the hot clutch of her body overwhelming, and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw to keep himself from coming before he was even all the way inside.
Slowly she lifted up and lowered herself back down, over and over, taking him a fraction of an inch at a time. She was so tight, so warm, so soft—
She lowered herself a tiny bit more, a shiver passing down her spine. “You’re too big,” she whispered.
“You can take it.” He moved one hand around her hip and used his thumb to stroke her clit.
As he did, she relaxed around him, her body making room for him.
“That’s it, love. You can do it. It’ll fit.
” By degrees, he slid deeper until he was seated to the hilt inside the heaven of her body.
“Our bodies were made for this. See how well you take me?”
She glanced between them at the thick intrusion of his cock buried inside her, but he knew from that angle only he could truly see how beautifully she’d stretched for him, the magnificent way her body had made space to welcome him inside.
“Caleb,” she whimpered, rocking against him, “I need…”
“I know, love.” He moved his hand back to her ass, stifling a grin when she made a little sound of protest as his finger left her clit. “You are so needy, angel. Take what you need.” With his grip on her ass, he lifted her slightly in his lap, then lowered her back down, urging her to ride him.
She didn’t need much encouragement. As she bounced on his cock, her breasts shook, tempting him to capture them with his mouth.
She moved faster, rising up higher and slamming down harder, and he dug his hands into her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he helped her come down harder each time.
He slid lower in the chair, and a look of wonder crossed her face, her eyes falling shut and her mouth pulling into that perfect little O as the new angle drove his cock into a new place deep inside her.
“Are you going to come for me, Molly?” He gritted his teeth as his own orgasm barreled down his spine, determined not to come before she did. “Let me feel it, love.”
“Come with me. I want you to come inside me.”
He pulled her down as his hips drove up into her, hard and deep, until sparks flew over his skin.
He was so close, and the idea of coming inside her, of pumping her full of his cum and watching it drip out of her swollen pussy before he pushed it back inside, of doing it again and again for the rest of their lives—
His vision went white around the edges as her pussy clamped down on his length and pulled his orgasm from him.
He fucked her as she shook in his arms, her climax a grasping, greedy thing, swallowing every burst of his release.
His lungs burned with the need to catch his breath as each new wave of bliss rioted through him.
At last, her movements slowed, the aftershocks of her orgasm sending pulses of unexpected pleasure through his spent cock, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky where they were joined.
He kissed her, holding her in place on his lap, still buried deep inside her, and knowing this was what Molly meant when she talked about sex that could change you.
Because there was no denying he was changed, every part of him broken apart and put back together by the act of loving her.
He’d spend the rest of his life watching pleasure bloom across her skin and knowing he was the cause, knowing she had altered every part of him, and thanking God for it.