A SIN IN CHURCH II
"We need to talk Armando!" I said almost shouting .
"What do you want?" , turning away from me like I didn't just call him by his first name.
" What's up with you and Marty?, Are you guys like a thing?" I whispered, He gazed at me with a smirk on.
" Let's go somewhere private" he turned to leave the altar he had been standing on, walked to a room where no one could find us, I guess that was private enough for him, cause right now I cared less about privacy.
"So what's your problem Jane" he asked, his face in a kind of way, he didn't look happy,I sighed
"Are you and Marty a thing?" I repeated.
"What if?" He asked.
"What if?!"I repeated in rage.
"Yeah, I mean you didn't want anything to do with me,cause i'm a priest" rolling his eyes.
"I never said so" my voice was almost cracky.
"Well how does Marty and I relationship affects you, beside she likes me"
"What!" I was even more pissed than ever.
"So you go around kissing other people at their birthday party, calling them pretty and sending them gifts so you could date their best friend!" I stopped to take in the air.
He was mute, my eyes already blurry from the water that formed in it.
I couldn't contain the tears in my eyes as they trailed down my cheeks and landed on my jaw soaking my clothes, his hands trying to reach me but I moved back so he missed.
"I don't bite, Jane"He said in a low tone.
"Keep it Armando" I was harsh.
"You keep pushing me away and expect me to chase you like a lost puppy?" His tone began to rise again.
"I never did that, don't turn the table to me!" My tone is not friendly.
"Am not Jane, you pushed me away and kept avoiding me like a plague goddamnit!!" his voice thick and harsh.
"I thought you needed space!" My voice is shaky.
" If I ever needed space I would have told you!" He stepped closer.
"I didn't.. want to bother you" dropping my gaze to my feet.
" I never said you were" his hands reaching my face.
"Guess i'm good at pushing people away" I lower my face to sit comfortably in his hands.
"Why?" His hands touched my jaw to look at me.
Our eyes locked, I froze,his eyes could tell he wanted me , I could see the lust in his eyes, my heart implode and sink, I could hear the thunderstorm in my ears, my hands cold but I was running temperature.
I looked away, breaking us apart, I heard him clear his throat.
"Guess you're now with Marty, am happy for you two, I have to go." I turned my back to leave but got held, his hands holding mine firmly, he pulled me closer causing my bosom to hit his chest.
His face was crushing on mine as his lips took mine, his hands holding my face to get my lips fully, I felt my stomach knot, my heart sank to my stomach,I couldn't breath, he took my breath away.
I love what he was doing to me, it was supposed to be wrong but it felt so right, his hands exploring my body and mind, his hand stroking my breast, my nipples already hard, what was he doing to me.
He broke the kiss on my lips, he kissed my neck, I could feel his hot breath giving me shiver, trailing his kisses to my shoulder and chest, am sure he could hear my heart beat fast,the soft touch of his lips create a sensation that leaves me craving for more.
As he began to strip me slowly, I never thought my first would be with a priest in church, but with this man right here, I didn't mind, I had already forgotten everything.
I wanted to tell him, I haven't done this before but I was too scared I'll turn him off,I wanted what was happening to happen.
Cold air hit my bare skin close to the couch I was sitting on,I wrapped my hands around my naked bosom and felt my shyness , he took off his clothes slowly, wanting me to enjoy every piece of him, his slender body looked so sexy,I could feel my wetness rush.
I stood up as he stepped closer to me, our body touching, skin to skin.
I could feel his hard on near my thighs, I closed my eyes, he had many hands, he was touching everywhere and his mouth that passed on mine so swiftly.
I wanted to kiss him forever. I blocked out all thought about what this was, what it might mean, what further mess I might create for myself... And I kissed him until reason seeped out through my pores and I became a living pulse, conscious only of what I wanted to do to him ... And suddenly we were crashing around the little couch, all hands and lips and, oh, God, the scent and taste and feeling of him. It was like tiny fireworks going off all over me, bits of me I'd thought dead reigniting to life.
He stroked me with his skillful fingers, I jerked then with his skillful tongue he kissed between her legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, in a rhythm like a giant pulse, my legs twined about his head and shoulders desperately, I was beginning to buck my hips, beginning to feel my reach.
He stopped to stare at me, was he torturing me, I questioned my empty head, his pecker was hard from his boxer.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him in me, His weight on top of me. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. He spread my legs. I’d never done it before, I wanted my first to be the best.
He pushed himself inside me slowly, I felt a sharp pain around my stomach "Oh God!" I breathed out ,he noticed my tightness, his eyes widened.
" Are you...? I interrupted him with a kiss taking his lips all in , he thrust in and out of me slowly causing the pain to fade away as he kept to that motion.
He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed my knees up higher. He was almost there and so was I.
I slid further down, introducing myself to the rest of him. His neck. His nipples. His stomach. He sat up and drew me back to him. I felt his belly tighten under me, hard as a board. I felt my wetness slipping on his skin. He took my nipple in his mouth and cradled my other breast in his calloused palm. Velvet gloved in sandpaper.
My body shaking from orgasm, we reached our climax together, I heard him moan as he let his full weight crush me.
I was lifeless all my strength was gone, he moved holding me like I was his.
" I love you Jane" as I dozed off .