Dante would miss the church, and the people of Frederick who had always made him feel welcome, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay. Not if he wanted to start something new and lasting with Emelia. Although he’d have to put a request in via the bishop to Rome in order to leave the priesthood, he could still be of use to the community at large with Emelia by his side, wherever they settled. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk away from a life of religion, and he knew that Emelia would support him in whatever he decided in the future, just like he would her.
Collecting the photograph, he placed it inside his desk drawer and quickly wrote the note for Barbara, which he would take with him and leave in her mailbox. She was the only one who would worry if he weren’t around for a few days. He had Mass Tuesday evening, so he’d have to be back for that.
But, as he walked upstairs and into his room, the thought of having Emelia all to himself in his own cabin caused pinpricks of desire to race through his blood and harden his dick.
Groaning, he tossed his clothes off and replaced them with jeans, shirt and a sweater before he shoved his feet into his brown, walking boots. He wanted to be a regular guy for Emelia, and he might as well get used to wearing everyday clothes again.
He grabbed a bag from the bottom of his closet and threw some clothes inside before he grabbed it up and made his way downstairs.
On his way down, he spotted Emelia at the bottom, looking up at him with such a loving smile on her face that it was all he could do not to run and pick her up in his arms.
She met him as he took the last step down and buried her face against his chest. He dropped his bag and tangled his fingers in the glossy, dark hair that trailed down her back.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked him so quietly that he barely heard her.
“Yes we really are...Em, you do want this, right?”
She tipped her head up to his and offered a wry smile. “For a long time.”
“I love you.”
He didn’t give her time to reply to his declaration of love because he had their jackets on and them in his truck within minutes.
It had taken just under three hours to get to the cabin that he owned. It was one of the few luxuries that the church afforded him since it was part of his estate from the farm. Although he’d given much of his wealth to the church when he took his vows, his father had insisted that he keep some aside, and the church had agreed. Inheritance was not something the church took, even though priests took a vow of poverty.
He pushed aside those thoughts as he’d driven though. The trip had been pleasant, although he’d been impatient for the last hour. Emelia had fallen asleep not long into the trip, which had left him time to think. He hadn’t changed his mind about Emelia, any of it. He just knew that the bishop would try and talk him out of the decision he’d made to be with her. While he knew his own mind, he knew that he’d be made to feel guilty for wanting to be with her, and for wanting to give up his life to God.
He’d always been religious—never missing church on a Sunday, going to an all boys’ Catholic school. While his mother had been dying, he’d found comfort in the church and in prayer, and he’d insisted on going every night on his way home from school. Once his mother had died though, he’d hardly been at home because he’d boarded at school.
And then, jump ahead many years, his life had been filled with faith, but he hadn’t been dedicated to it. He looked toward his future…maybe even dreamt of children of his own. He’d been working toward opening a restaurant until the fateful night when Emelia had taken him by surprise and kissed him. Her lips had been just as sweet at they were now.
She’d been inside him since that night, and even though he’d run to the seminary and had become a priest, she’d always stayed with him, and so had the guilt because he’d thought she was his sister.
He smiled when he thought of the relief that he felt knowing she wasn’t related to him, but it made his head spin. All the pain and heartbreak from back then could have been avoided if only he’d known the truth. He’d been fourteen and considered himself old enough to know what was really going on, but the fact that he hadn’t been trusted, hurt. A lot.
The past was forgotten as Emelia appeared in the doorway to the bedroom wearing one of his shirts. His heart missed a beat as his eyes caressed her. Her shapely legs were bare and he was almost sorry that she wore his shirt because it obstructed his view of her delicious curves. But his shirt had never looked that good on him.
She’d brushed her hair out, and it flowed over her shoulders and caressed the top of her breasts, which caused his dick to swell.
She slowly walked toward him, and he found that he was frozen to the floor, while his mouth had gone paper dry at the seductive glint in her eyes.
When she stood in front of him, he brought his hands up to touch her, but she dropped to the ground.
“Em,” he choked out and had to close his eyes at the sight of her on her knees with her face eye level with his dick.
He was forty-one and had never had his dick sucked…at least if he didn’t count the night Emelia had done just that. Unfortunately, the memories were blurry from the alcohol. But the sight of Emelia, now, as if she was about to do that had become too much. His flesh was hard and throbbed with arousal, so much so, that he’d probably come the minute she touched him. Just like he had a feeling that was what had happened the night after Ramon’s wedding.
“I want to do this so badly, that you’ll hurt me if you stop me,” Emelia whispered, a blush coated her cheeks.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “I want to be the one to pleasure you.”
“Oh, you’ll be pleasuring me.”
His eyes snapped open and met her sparkling ones. “Just the sight of you like this is arousing to me.” She unfastened his jeans and shoved them down past his hips along with his briefs. “Mmm, and knowing that your penis is so hard because of me is intoxicating.” She kissed the tip of him and he clenched his jaw together so he didn’t release. “I love the taste of you.” She swirled her tongue around the flared head, lapping up all the precum that he couldn’t stop releasing.
“Em, it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. Since I was touched...and I’ve dreamt of you so often that I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold off.”
“Then don’t,” she mumbled as she slid her mouth down the length of him, or as much of him as she could.
He’d always been big in length and girth. With Emelia though, he didn’t think he’d ever been as hard.
He gave in to her, and tangled his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp while his eyes locked onto her mouth that gave him so much pleasure.
The wetness from her mouth coated his dick, and when she withdrew, his flesh glistened. His legs trembled and, as Emelia caressed his sack with her small fingers, she gave a powerful suck. He tried to pull her head away, but she wouldn’t move and sucked again...he lost it and spilled his seed into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow around his shaft, accepting everything he gave her until there was nothing left.
“Stop, please,” he begged, the sensation of her mouth on him after he’d released was about to drop his ass to the floor.
She released him from her mouth and smiled up at him. “I did that right?”
He half groaned and laughed. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before, but with how it felt, I’d say it was more than right.” He pulled her to her feet and lifted her into his arms.
They both moaned when his dick rubbed between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re naked under there?” He knew without asking because her wetness coated his rapidly growing erection as she wiggled on him.
“Make love to me, Dante.”
He didn’t need telling twice, and tried to shuffle to the bedroom but nearly lost his balance. “I’m going to have to put you down to hitch my jeans up, otherwise, I’ll cause us both an injury.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
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bsp; Emelia was clueless really with the whole sex and seduction thing, but instead of waiting for Dante to make his move, she went with her heart even though she had a belly full of nerves.
The nerves had soon changed to butterflies of desire when she realized how much Dante really wanted her, and nothing would have stopped her from tasting him. She’d tasted him the night of Ramon’s wedding, but he’d thought it was a dream at the time. There was no way he’d think that this time.
As he carried her to the bedroom, his jeans rubbed against her most sensitive spot, causing a delicious friction as she moaned into his neck.
She more than affected Dante as his hands trembled on her bottom and the shallow pants he was doing caused her whole body to tingle with awareness.
Sensing the change in atmosphere, Emelia moved her face from his neck and realized they were in the master suite, which is where she’d gotten undressed.
She expected Dante to drop her to the bed, but he didn’t. Instead, he climbed on the bed with her in his arms and laid her down carefully with her head against a pillow. He was a truly caring man, and she loved how the hardness of him could be felt along every soft contour of her body. The roughness of his clothing against her didn’t prevent her legs from being wrapped around his waist as she pressed on his bottom to get him closer.
He rested his arms at either side of her head, and brushed her hair back from her face with his fingers. “You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen—inside and out, Em. I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you.” He dipped his head and gently kissed her waiting lips.
Tears hovered on her lashes and when one escaped, he captured it with his tongue. “I’m afraid.” He met her gaze. “I’m afraid of hurting you...” He dropped his forehead to her chest and she felt him as he inhaled and exhaled before he lifted his worried gaze to hers. “It will kill me if I hurt you.”
Her heart squeezed at his confession. “I love you. Only you, and I want you inside me. I’ve saved myself all these years for you, so you aren’t getting free of me now.” She smiled. “And if it hurts, you can kiss it better.”
His eyes widened a fraction before they lit with amusement. “I like the idea of kissing it better.”
“I was rather hoping you’d like the idea of sliding inside me.”
He groaned and pressed lightly against the apex of her thighs so she could feel the bulge in his jeans. “Does that tell you how much I want to be inside of you?”
“Mmm...can we get naked? I’ve wanted to see you naked for so long. The night of Ramon’s wedding doesn’t count because you had your eyes closed and couldn’t watch me touch you.” She smiled when he twitched behind his zipper at her words.
“I should keep my jeans on until you’re ready.” He didn’t sound too convincing.
She laughed. “You’re kidding me right? I want to see everything, Dante. Every. Naked. Piece. Of. You.”
With some maneuvering, she managed to slip her hands down the back of his jeans and teased his skin with her fingers. He arched against her as his eyes rolled.
“You’re going to kill me.” He removed her hands and lifted them above her head. “Keep them there.” With a slow kiss on her lips, he slid from the bed to his feet.
Within seconds, he was naked and, with eyes that glittered with the promise of a whole lot of loving, wrapped his hand around his hard flesh and slowly stroked.
She quickly removed the shirt that had kept her nakedness covered, tossing it to the floor. A persistent throb had started between her thighs and it caused her to writhe on the bed as her eyes stayed focused on Dante’s hand, or rather the large penis that he stroked...that she wanted to touch...that she wanted inside of her.
A loud gasp drew her eyes up to his, and she realized that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and that he probably always had.
Dante held her gaze as he moved slowly to the foot of the bed. Kneeling between her feet, he grasped her ankles and kissed each one in turn. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He kissed along each leg, and by the time he reached the apex of her thighs, he lay on his stomach, his eyes fixed on her mound and the small amount of hair that hid her bundle of nerves.
Before she could even feel any embarrassment at having him so close to her private area, that no one else had ever seen other than a doctor, he nuzzled against her and inhaled. She gasped at the pleasure of his touch and nearly jumped from the bed at the first swipe of his tongue between her lips.
The sensation that ran through her had been unexpected, and left her quivering for more, which Dante must have known because he repeated the movement over and over again until she clutched the quilt beneath her.
“You taste delicious.” He kissed her mound before he kissed up toward her navel. He smoothed his hands over her skin until he cupped her breasts. “These feel amazing,” he whispered as he dipped his head to swirl his tongue around each of her nipples in turn.
Her whole body quivered with the feel of his mouth and hands on her skin, causing her to arch from the bed. His groin came against the wetness between her thighs, and at the feel of him so hard, rubbing against her was almost overwhelming; she panted and moaned with arousal at finally being nude with him.
She needed more, and Dante was going so slow that she wasn’t sure how he held himself in check, because the feel of his rigid penis against her most sensitive place drove her crazy with arousal.
“Slow,” he groaned and lifted himself up, supporting his weight with his hands on either side of her shoulders. “Slow.”
“Are you telling me or trying to remind yourself?” She arched against him and watched his eyes close with pleasure as she rubbed her wetness against him.
“Both of us,” he admitted and sealed her lips with his.
As their taste burst and mixed together, she felt Dante’s erection enlarge just before he broke from their kiss and panted with his forehead resting against hers.
He appeared to catch his breath before he smiled and kissed his way back down her body to settle once more between her legs.
This time he didn’t go easy, and while he licked and tickled around her clit, he inserted a finger into her tight channel. At one point, she thought he growled, but he didn’t stop as the pleasure ran through her blood.
There was a tightness between her thighs that she’d never felt before as she realized that he stretched her with his fingers. Of course, he’d have to do that considering the size of his penis. He wouldn’t fit otherwise.
She giggled, which drew his eyes up to hers, but she missed his expression because a pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before started to build at the base of her spine...and then as Dante reached up to rub a nipple between his thumb and finger, she saw stars. Her body shook and convulsed under him as the sensation of his fingers slipping deeper caused her eyes to drift closed as she moaned.
She still had small ripples of pleasure running through her when Dante raised himself up and over her. The blunt head of his shaft slipped inside her entrance and he met her gaze as he thrust into her virgin sheath.
The pain at the intrusion couldn’t be disguised when her eyes closed and tears ran from beneath her eyelids.
“I’m so sorry.” Dante kissed her tears from her cheeks, but more still seeped from beneath her lashes. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you for anything,” he whispered, holding himself still inside her.
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head. “No, it isn’t.”
She smiled and wiped at her tears with her fingers before she reached up and caressed his face. “It is okay, Dante. I knew it would hurt, but the fact that you’re inside me makes it worth while.”
“I’m afraid to move in case I cause you more pain.”
Dante had a tortured look on his face, and although she knew he hated the fact that he’d hurt her, she also knew that he held on by a thread because the sensation of being inside her must feel delicious along his length.
“You need to
move.” She smiled to offer encouragement.
“If I move I might hurt you again.”
“The pain isn’t as bad now...move slowly so I can feel every inch of you.”
“Mmm,” Dante dropped his forehead to hers while he breathed heavily, “I’m afraid that if I move, I’ll come. Nothing has ever felt as good as this does right now.”
She squeezed her vaginal muscles and felt his reaction in the shudder that overtook his body, and the fine sheen of sweat that coated his delicious chest. It hadn’t been too painful either, so she did it again.
“Em, I don’t have a condom on, and if I try to leave your body, I’m going to come,” Dante panted. “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t even have to think when she said, “I want to feel every inch of you as you move within me without a covering of latex. I want to feel your release as it leaves your body and spills inside me.”
“Em,” he grunted and slowly pulled back to the tip, “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He filled her to bursting again and gripped her hips as he rocked and rotated his own. With each rotation, he rubbed her clit, which sent small bursts of pleasure through her system. But as she clenched around his flesh, she felt him swell seconds before he grunted and gasped while his shaft jerked and spilled his seed into her warm channel.
She gasped herself as tiny tremors contracted her muscles around him, as though his release gave her a small one of her own.
“Emelia, my Em,” Dante whispered as he wrapped her up in his embrace, not an inch between them. “I’m too heavy,” he mumbled and tried to rise, but Emelia tightened her legs around his hips.
“No. I love having you this close. I’ve waited so long, Dante.”
He nuzzled against her neck. “Let me slide out of you before I get too hard. It will hurt you before you’ve had time to heal. I want to keep you close though, after I’ve taken care of you.”
She didn’t know what he meant by that, but she released him, and although, she did have pleasure from him being inside of her, she knew that she would be tender for a time. She could already feel him hardening again, so she let her hands slacken from around his neck and enjoyed the feel of him as he slipped free.
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