32. Father Alexander #2
Staring down into her anxious gaze, I leave her at the altar and stalk down the aisle to the door, shutting it and twisting the lock.
As I turn to go back to Celine, I notice the bowl of holy water sitting on its pedestal.
With a smug grin, I pick it up with both hands and I’m careful not to spill any as I make my way back to her.
Not that it matters anyway. There won’t be any left by the time I’m done with her.
I set it on the white cloth draped over the altar.
Stepping in front of Celine, I bend down to grab the hem of the nightgown and drag the fabric up her body.
She lifts her arms making it easier to take the dress off completely.
I toss it to the floor, not taking my eyes off of the sight before me.
She is completely naked. I groan at the sight, my cock begging to be released.
“Your turn.” Her hands clutch the bottom of my hoodie, and I let her peel it off me, leaving me in only my gray sweats.
Her eyes roam over my body, taking in the tattoos scattered on my arm, and her fingertips softly brush over the ink on my ribs. It’s a small movie ticket with the name of one of my dad’s favorite films and the date we saw it in theaters.
“For my dad.” I hold in my breath as her warm fingers coast across my skin.
Her face is full of concentration as she inspects the tattoo. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” Her cheeks blush at the compliment, dipping her head in embarrassment. “I’m serious, Celine. You are the most beautiful woman to walk this Earth. Your beauty is so ethereal that I don’t deserve to look at you. Or to even touch you.”
She takes my hand in hers, placing mine over her heart. “You are deserving, Alex.”
I stare into her eyes, seeing the honesty in them and feeling the truth radiate from her. I scoop her up suddenly, making her arms wrap around my neck with a squeal. I set her on the edge of the altar and don’t waste another second, I spread her legs and drop to my knees.
My mouth attaches to her clit without hesitation. I suck harshly, pulling a gasp from her and god did I miss the sounds she makes. Celine’s legs close around my head from the roughness, but I’m quick to push them further apart.
“Keep them open,” I demand.
She whimpers, relaxing her legs and allowing me to dive back in.
I look up at her as she lets her head fall back.
A quiet cry leaves her as I dip my tongue lower, entering her.
I feel her fingers sift through my hair, pulling me closer, and I hum against her pussy, becoming drunk on the taste of her.
But I don’t want her to come yet. I want to be inside her when that happens.
When I stand up, Celine lets out a whimper of annoyance. “That was rude.”
“As much as I love the taste of you on my tongue, I want you coming around my cock.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she teases, resting back on her hands with a smirk.
Tilting my head to the side to observe her before my eyes meet the bowl I set down earlier. I leisurely walk around the altar, picking it up while Celine peers over her shoulder to see what I am doing.
“As an offering to God, you must be cleansed.” My words cause her body to tense.
I told her before that I wanted to fuck her on this altar as an offering. Tonight, I’m making good on my words.
Lifting the bowl to her chest, I carefully tilt it so the water drips onto her bare skin.
She gasps lightly, her eyes falling to watch the liquid roll from between her breasts to her stomach.
With a free hand, I flatten it against her skin and spread the water across her body, rubbing it along both of her hardened nipples.
“Every inch of you needs to be cleansed.” My hand begins to wander down to her stomach to spread the holy water.
When my movement stops below her belly button, I lift my eyes to meet her face. She is watching me with a mixture of confusion and wonder. Dragging my hand down, I find her clit with my thumb that is covered in water.
“Every. Inch.”
She whimpers at my touch, and a guilty pleasure rolls through her body, knowing damn well that whatever I do to her tonight will be very ungodly.
Not only am I about to fuck her for the first time, but I’m doing it on top of the altar of this church.
And to top it off, I am using the Holy Water for a different purpose than it should be used for.
I have now desecrated the chapel, and before Celine, the thought of someone doing this would have made me upset, but now?
It feels too right to be wrong.
“Alex,” she whispers a quiet plea.
Celine is used to being in charge, and I am moving too slow for her. But I’m in control right now, so she’s just going to have to deal with it.
“You want more, little sin?” I ask, sliding my thumb from her clit down to her entrance.
She whines, “I need it.”
“Patience, Celine.” I move back up to her clit, drawing slow circles.
She drops to her elbows with a loud moan and I can’t help but to admire her.
Colorful moonbeams cast over her body, shining light in all the right places.
I’m drawn to the sight of how she resembles a work of art as she begins to spiral under my touch.
It’s becoming nearly impossible to hold myself together and not tear this beautiful masterpiece apart.
It is a string being pulled to the point of snapping.
While I rub her, I lean forward and take her breast into my mouth.
She arches against me, emitting a gasp as I pick up the motion of my fingers.
Deliberately lowering my hand, I slip two fingers into her with ease.
She cries out thunderously, causing me to move my mouth to hers to silence her sounds.
She kisses me with hunger as I plunge my fingers deep inside of her.
I pull back, gazing down at her. “You’ll need to be quiet for what I’m about to do to you.”
She nods, panting as she tries to pull air into her lungs. “Okay.”
Removing my fingers from her perfect cunt, Celine whimpers in protest from the loss of being filled. I smirk at her reaction.
“Don’t worry, little sin. In a second, you will be so full, you won’t know what to do with yourself.” A desperate cry leaves her. “And when I leave you for the night, you are going to feel so empty, you will start to ache for me to the point that you’ll be begging for me to fill you again.”
I pick up the bowl and carefully angle it to the spot between her legs. Her body flinches when the warm water drips on her clit and rolls down until it is leaking onto the cloth draped over the altar. I keep going until she is drenched.
Until I know she will take me with ease.
I set the now-empty bowl down and hook my thumb into the waistband of my sweats. Celine watches my movements, her eyelids hooded with lust. I tug the fabric down until my cock springs free, and then I wrap my hand around it.
The touch causes my body to shiver, and I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. With one hand occupied, I wrap an arm around her leg and pull her closer to me. The sudden motion makes her arms falter and her back drop to the altar’s surface.
Running the tip through her slit, I line myself up at her entrance. Flicking my eyes up to her face, I can clearly see her impatience. Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around her throat, and I sink into her just an inch.
“You are the perfect offering,” I praise before I jerk my hips forward.
Her scream is muffled by the tight hold of my fingers pressing into her neck.
Her hands frantically grab my wrists as if she is attempting to keep herself grounded while I slam into her repeatedly.
My eyes leave her face and go to the spot where we are connected.
I drag myself out of her, my cock dripping with the mixture of holy water and her arousal, and the sight alone brings out the beast within me.
It’s been too long since I’ve had sex with a woman, and I knew that the day would come when it would happen again, but what I did not think was that it would happen while I was still an unmarried priest.
I knew it would feel good to finally submit to the act again, but I never knew it was going to feel this good. It’s better than I remember. I don’t know if it is because of the thrill of doing something I’m not supposed to or if it’s because of the woman beneath me that I’ve become infatuated with.
“You take me so well,” I praise, digging my fingers harder into her skin. I groan with satisfaction as I slide back inside her, pushing deeper than before. “Do you feel nice and full, little sin?”
Her lips part, and she chokes out a, “Yes.”
I slip out of her, rubbing my tip against her clit. “How does it feel now?”
“Empty,” she whines, her eyes glossing over with tears. “So empty.”
“Do you like submitting to me?” I ask, taking my hand away from her throat so she can finally breathe. Celine nods, drinking in the air I stole from her. “Do you want me to fill you again?” Another nod. “Beg for it, Celine. Show me how much you love surrendering to me.”
“Please, Alex.” Hearing my name roll off her tongue in a plea almost makes me slide back into her, but I need more than just two words.
I narrow my eyes, meeting her gaze. “You can do better than that.”
She truly begs and it sounds like music to my ears. “Alex, please, fill me again. I hate how empty I feel. I need you.”