Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Walking from my feet to my head, he traces my body with his fingertips, and although its not the most extreme touch, it feels electric with all of my senses heightened. I moan loudly as he circles my nipples, his fingers still wet with my arousal.

  "Tell me what you want, Nicole," he leads me in the way that he has since we first slept together.

  Although I like the idea of him controlling my pleasure, he doesn’t, and it’s like he always wants me to know it. He dominates me physically and can take that advantage whenever he wants, but he chooses not to, almost reminding me that he works only to pleasure me.

  More importantly, I think he wants me to own my pleasure, and that’s so sexy to me. From our short time together, I’ve learned so much about my body, and what makes me tick, most of which Thomas taught me through example. I never anticipated having that type of experience from sex, and according to Lisa its not too typical.

  When I think of it, nothing between us it typical really. We both have come into the other’s life and switched things up in a way neither of us saw coming. That’s what makes it so fun; it’s the spontaneity and excitement of it all. Everything is new in the beginning, but you also have the opportunity to keep it new as time goes on, and I think we both have a plan to do just that, keeping it interesting.

  Knowing that Thomas has never played his taste testing game with another woman makes me feel special and even demonstrates his effort to open himself up to me in ways that don’t come natural to him.

  Even bringing me to his home was a big step, one I am grateful for. Now, spread out on the marble counter of his kitchen island, my body grows weak with anticipation as he looks over my body like a surgeon, or better yet a mad scientist, deciding which part to explore first.

  "Baby, what do you want?" He repeats his question and I realize I’ve not answered, lost to my own moans and delight with my body twisting and turning to lean into any attention his fingers and mouth place upon me.

  "You," I answer in the way that I always do, and he smiles in the way that he always does.

  "You have me, Nicole," he smirks. I knew he would say that before his lips moved to speak. Having these moments always makes me feel special. Like, we share a connection despite not having much time to get to know each other.

  "I want you inside me," I clarify, and I know from the look in his eyes that my boldness has impressed and aroused him.

  Taking my innocence turns him on, and watching me transition from a bashful virgin to a horny sexual stimulant, constantly open to pleasing him any and everywhere, in any and every way, must be a total mind fuck. Shocking him has grown to be more difficult, but in time like now when I manage to succeed the pay off his even greater.

  Quickly, he pulls me so that I sitting on the counter, and before I can react to the coldness, he slide my ass off the counter, holding me in mid air before lowering me on his length. He’s so turned on his erection is defying gravity, standing straight in the air and I shriek as he fills me up, slowly and smoothly, my eyelids growing heavier by the second as my blood rushes through my veins.

  "Oh God," I sigh, the sensation incredible.

  "Mmm… you feel so good, baby. I want you slow," he warns me, knowing how deep and wide he feels when he takes his time, lazily pumping me with cock.

  "Let me feel you, Thomas," I pull myself up, with my fingers interlocked behind his neck, my body moving in a snake like motion, as I wave my pelvis toward him, swallowing his manhood with my slippery opening.

  It amazes me how relaxed I am on top of him, always opening to him as much as possible as he stretches me to my max with his manhood. I always imagined sex to be this tense and even awkward experience. When I imagined myself losing my virginity I thought I would be uncomfortable and uptight, but with Thomas it’s anything but that. Instead, I am at ease with him whenever we are together, regardless of what we are doing, but especially when he is inside of me.

  Our bodies are colliding together perfectly, as he lifts and lowers me onto his throbbing erection. I can feel the desire pumping through him, as he grunts with every thrust, my moans overpowering his subtle expression. When Thomas is pumping me, I’m loud and vocal, unlike my normal behavior.

  Gone is the bashful girl who barely speaks up for herself. Thomas always knows what I like and dislike while we make love, because I let him know, and even more because he already knows.

  "Oh, fuck, baby!" He groans in my ear, and my stomach muscles tense as I bounce up and down, up and down, over and over.

  "Yes! Thomas! Yes!" I yell, my waves of sensation growing stronger and more intense from my belly.

  His arms are wrapped around me tightly as he hugs me close, my breasts smashed against his defined pectorals. His physique is so sexy, so enticing, it turns me on even further, running my hands around his neck before pressing my lips to his.

  Our kiss is slow and sensual, much like our rhythmic sex. Our bodies are moving as one in the middle of his kitchen that looks like it could be shot for a magazine. Something about being in his home is so sexy to me, more about knowing him that having him inside of me. He’s opening up and that actually feels good in a physical realm.

  "Don’t stop," I plead, my body racing, but his slow pace ensures I’ll have a satisfying orgasm, even if it is more work to achieve.

  "I’ll give you whatever you want, baby," he groans, his lips against my ear as he pumps me full, his hips are surging forward slightly faster.

  "Yes! Right there!" I moan as he bends forward slightly. Holding me flush against him, and the angle makes his tip hit my vaginal wall, which feels nothing short of incredible.

  "Ungh! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again," he growls like he doesn’t want to.

  Sometimes he likes to only please me, and I imagine after my elevator performance, he wants this to be one of those times, but we can’t help how attracted we are to each other. Both of us are just insatiable in our lust, but I’d rather it be bother of us than me alone, the solo addict. Being able to make him lose control rocks me to my core, and I know an orgasm is soon to follow as my abs tense and my heart rate quickens.

  "Oh, God! Thomas! Baby!" I wrap my arms tightly around his neck so that I’m as close to him as possible, bracing for the inevitable shatter of my control.

  "Yeah, baby…" He groans, holding me delicately like I’m his prized possession.

  Holding me lower, he increases his base, surging forward fast, and I feel an explosion within me as he taps a g-spot deliciously, my mouth watering as my body rages. God, he knows me so well and works his body to give me everything I need, everything I love.

  Everything about the way he holds me just surges emotions through me, his arms wrapped around holding me, and his hands cradling my head. I’ve never felt safer than I do in his arms, even when I’m parallel to the ground, bouncing on his manhood as I lose control of my senses.

  "That’s it, baby… Don’t fight it," he whispers in my ear, his voice tight and curt. I know he’s holding his own release back, but I can’t even be bothered to edge him forward.

  Seduction is long gone; I’m losing it, unable to remain sexy as my face contorts, my internal collapse inevitable. Taking a deep breath, I relax and submit to Thomas, my body going a bit limp, although I stay wrapped around him. He strokes me long and hard, but it’s sensual and slow, romantic even.

  "Oh, baby! Yes! Thomas!" I cry as I tip toe on the line or ecstasy.

  "Cum for me, baby," He groans in my ear, his voice soft and strained.

  "Yes! Yes!" I cry as he pumps me fast.

  "Now! Nicole!" He growls and it is my undoing, as I roll over the edge, my muscles clenching around him, squeezing his shaft as the pleasure pours from inside.

  "Good girl," he whispers before kissing my ear gently and standing up, so I’m no longer horizontal.

  The blood rushes from my head and I feel lightheaded as he holds me tightly, his thrusts now slow and short, allowing my body to go ease back into mindfulness. God, he’s so good at
this.

  "You didn’t cum," I frown once my body relaxes and Thomas shakes his head and smirks before biting my lower lip between his front teeth. We both usually climax every time we have sex, and I feel a pang of guilt or failure in the pit of my stomach.

  "I didn’t want to, baby," he assures me, as if he can read my mind, but that doesn’t relieve me.

  "Why not?" I snap, a little more sassy than I intended. Thomas doesn’t seem affected, amused maybe, but definitely not worried about my attitude.

  "Calm down," he whispers on my lips, his mouth soft and wet.

  "I don’t like when you don’t… You know," I say bashfully and he smiles at my modesty.

  "I’m still inside you, Nicole, you can’t play innocent," he smirks before kissing me briskly.

  With my hands in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable, it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. Immediately after an orgasm, it’s pretty intense. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Thomas presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me as his length hardens inside of me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.

  "Did you have plans for this?" I ask, squeezing his manhood with my muscles and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.

  "I had some ideas," he begins.

  "Well, I have some plans too," I grip his neck to pull myself up.

  "Oh, yeah?" He smiles.

  "Yep," I lower myself on him before lifting again, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.

  "What do you want, baby?" He’s whispering in that seductive tone of sex that makes me melt inside.

  "I want you to ravish me," I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.

  "Yeah?" His hands grip my ass roughly.

  "Yeah," I whisper.

  "And then what?" He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.

  "And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense," I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.

  "Then I want you to stop." I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.

  "Stop?" He asks in shock.

  "Yep," I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.

  "And then what?" He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.

  "Then I want you to ravish me again," I answer, and his hands drop to my ass, squeezing me again, but this time he lifts me up and harshly slams me into his cock. The fullness is so abrupt and the aggressiveness so unexpected that the wind catches in my throat.

  "And then?" He tilts his head, his hands still gripping my ass.

  "Stop." I say, looking directly into his eyes. His hunger is growing as quickly as his erection, but he’s trying his best to stay in control.

  "And how long do you want to torture me with this magic between your legs?" he asks.

  "Until you can’t take it anymore… Until you can’t stop yourself, and you explode inside of me," I press our lips together, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans on my tongue and this time I swallow his pleasure.

  With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he begins walking, and I pull away from our deep kiss, looking around in confusion. Thomas is serious, his mouth clenched and his eyes focused as he stalks through the kitchen.

  "Where are we going?" I scrunch my nose in confusion.

  "To fuck you. That’s what you want, right?" He asks while continuing to walk through his immaculate apartment.

  "That’s exactly what I want. But where are you taking me?" I repeat.

  "Don’t tell me I have to stand while following all your rules," he smirks and I do the only thing I can do, lean in to kiss him with every drop of passion in my body.

  After what feels like minutes he arrives in the living room we passed on our way to the kitchen earlier, and he lowers me onto the sofa, the leather feels cool and soft on my naked back. Looking down at me, I can tell he’s eager, hungry to begin, so I wrap my legs and arms tightly around him, silently assuring him I’m ready.

  Without warning, he pumps me hard and fast, I shriek in delight and we share a flash of a smile together before he slides out of me and slams right back in. We each moan, our faces, close and our eyes locked as he moves in a fast and rough style that couldn’t really be described as a rhythm, it’s a pounding.

  Doing just as I told him, he drives into me with everything he’s got, his body hovered on the sofa above me, and I squeeze him with my muscles while he fucks me so hard it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

  "This what you want?" He grunts, his words coordinating with his thrusts, as I bounce, my breasts squished against his chest. Every plunge is so hard, so animalistic, that my ass shakes violently when our bodies collide.

  This was supposed to be torture for him, but my body didn’t get the memo, because it’s climbing to its own release, and I have no plans of stopping myself. The waves build and I lift myself to meet him at the thrust, our bodies working against each other, making the vibrations even stronger.

  "Fuck!" He bites out, and I keep going, just as he does, each of us moaning and groaning as it gets better with every movement.

  My pussy is creaming, clenching and crying out for him, and my hand go into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Lowering his face to my neck, he drives faster, his hips beginning to buck in the way they do when he focuses on his own pleasure, and it turns me on, my climax within strokes.

  "Thomas! Yes, baby! Yes!" I scream, ready to fall over the edge.

  "This what you want?" He growls.

  "Yes! Fuck me, baby!" I yell back, my release within seconds.

  And then he slams into me, stilling as his nose presses into my neck. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when I realize he too was ready to explode, so according to my rules, he’s stopped himself. After a brief pause, I imagine for him to regain his composure, he begins rocking slowly into me, my waves still present, but much less severe.

  "Yes, baby! Just like that," I moan when he begins to speed up, his hands gripping my hair to pull my head back so he can look down at my face.

  "You’re fucking beautiful," he whispers, so low I barely hear him, but I can’t focus on his romantic compliments right now, my orgasm is trying to run away and I want it. I need it. I’m a slave to that pleasure.

  "Fuck me, Thomas!" I yell and without hesitation he slams into me, sliding out quickly only to re-submerge in my wetness, a loud splashing sound loud and clear in the silence of his grand living room.

  "Oh, fuck, baby!" He growls, one of his hands falls to my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. It’s so possessive, I just love whenever he grips me and focuses on his own desires when he’s inside of me.

  "Yes! Give it to me, baby!" I try to sound aggressive, but my emotions get the best of me, my voice cracking and trembling as the waves of my orgasm threaten to tear me apart.

  "It’s yours, Nicole! Fuck!" He growls, and my muscles tense, his words spurring me on.

  "Oh, baby!" I yell, and he pounds my tight pussy, hard and fast, again and again.

  Leaning down, I dig my teeth in his neck and he instantly stills inside of me, again pushed to his limit. I can feel him panting against my neck as I too struggle to catch my breath. This is the most intense and aggressive we’ve ever been. It’s beyond erotic, but of course he makes it sensual as well.

  Gripping his neck, I lift myself, sliding off of his length, coated in my cream, and then slowly lower myself, sliding into him. He doesn’t move, his face buried in my neck, his breathing still fast and out of control. I know he’s not ready to start back up, but now I’m being selfish, my body hungry for him.

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p; Lifting his head, Thomas looks down at me as his hips finally begin rocking, and not a second too soon. The vibrations are already on edge, I know it won’t take long for me, and from the look on his face, I think he’s fighting his own climax.

  His jaw is so defined, as he clenches his teeth, glaring at me as I run my nails across his chest, watching his eyes cloud over before his eyelids slowly close, his pace increasing. My moans are loud and long as he slams into me, grunting so aggressively I feel myself losing control.

  "Baby! Oh, Thomas, baby!" I cry, the waves racking through me.

  "Oh, fuck! Baby, I can’t stop," he growls, his hips rocking into me as he lifts and falls into my sex.