“You like that?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Then what about this,” he said, lifting himself slightly off me.
He looked at my pert breasts and the way my hard pink nipples stood poking up at him. He reached down, covering them with his strong hands. He touched them in a circular motion, making my nipples feel hot as if they were burning. The pain excited me as it passed through my body. Then, with his thumb and forefinger, he pulled at my nipples, twisting and pulling at them.
I cried out.
When the pain became too much to bear, Quinn lunged forward, taking my right nipple into his mouth first, cooling and soothing it with his tongue. The sensation made my head spin and my pussy throb for him. He blew cool air from his mouth over my nipple, then turned his attention to the other, gobbling it up into his mouth, licking it with his tongue.
I ran my fingers down his spine, dragging my nails slowly over his skin. Quinn arched his back and groaned. I dug my fingernails deeper into his flesh as he sucked and licked at my nipples. He moved his mouth slowly down over my stomach. I knew where he was heading and I opened my legs, not wanting to offer any barriers now. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t ever want these all-consuming feelings of pleasure to stop. As he passed down over my body, I lost my fingers in his dark, unruly hair and guided his head between my open legs. With both of his hands packed flat against the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs open wider still, I felt Quinn glide the tip of his tongue over my pussy. I squirmed against the white satin sheets which covered the huge bed. He drew his tongue from my clit down the length of my pussy, over my wet hole to my anus. The nerve endings there tingled, sending a tremor of pleasure through me. He licked his tongue over me again, pushing me open with the tip. I felt his tongue enter me, and I groaned with delight.
“Push it in further,” I pleaded with him.
Quinn did as I asked, sliding his tongue deeper into me. He worked it up and down, back and forth, as if washing me – tasting me. I pushed my hips down, burying my butt into the bed as the feeling of him licking me out became intoxicating.
“Mmm...that’s right,” I murmured. “Keep doing it just like that.”
With my fingers entwined in Quinn’s hair, I guided his head slowly up and down in time with the strokes of his tongue against my pussy. My thigh and stomach muscles tightened as that knot of tension grew stronger inside of me. I freed my hands from his head and gripped the soft, velvety sheet between my fingers. My back arched off the bed, thrusting my hips forward. The feeling inside of me was now so extreme, I wanted a deeper, stronger feeling.
“Quinn, fuck me,” I groaned.
“Now...are you sure?” he said, taking his mouth from over my clit.
“You said we had all night...” I whispered, looking down at him through half open eyes. “I just want you to fuck me so hard. I can’t bear to wait anymore.”
Without saying anything, Quinn unzipped the front of his black trousers. Without taking his eyes off me, he reached in and pulled out his cock. It was long and hard in his fist.
“Fuck me like this,” I breathed, rolling over onto all fours. I dropped my shoulders, resting the side of my head against the bed. I pushed my butt up and out, desperate now to feel his cock deep inside of me. The need to have him fuck me was like nothing I had felt before. It was overwhelming. I could think of nothing else. It was like every single part of my body was screaming out to be fucked hard by him.
I gasped loudly as I felt his cock sink into me from behind. The fact that he hadn’t bothered to remove the rest of his clothes only heightened my pleasure. It told me that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked by him.
“Like this?” he said through gritted teeth, as he pushed himself deep inside of me.
“Harder,” I demanded, making fists with my hands and gripping the sheets. “I want you to fuck me so hard, Quinn, it hurts.”
He drove his hips forward, and I felt his whole cock penetrate deep inside of me. But somehow I still wanted more. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Harder!” I cursed him. “Fuck me harder!”
“You are so fucking wrong,” he growled deep in the back of his throat, pushing himself harder and faster into me.
“I thought that’s what you fucking liked,” I hissed at him over my shoulder. “I thought you liked to be wrong?”
From over my shoulder, I watched Quinn close his eyes and throw back his head. The muscles that lined his chest and stomach looked as if they were going to burst through his skin as he used all of his strength to fuck me. The look of pleasure on his face made me feel like I was going to lose complete control of myself. It was such a fucking turn-on. It made me want to come.
So as he pushed his cock into me, I forced my pussy against him. I worked my hips as fast as Quinn worked his. It was like I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me. He groaned out loud and gripped my arse, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. I was so aroused, I was numb to the pain.
“Is this hard and fast enough for you?” he groaned, his back arched. “How does it make you feel?”
“Like I’m going to come so fucking bad,” I cried out, my hair hanging down over my face as my body jerked back and forth on the bed, Quinn kneeling behind me.
“Come then,” Quinn demanded as if giving me his permission to do so.
With that swirling heat now seething in the pit of my stomach and between my legs, I gave up the fight of holding it back and let the heat spill over and rush out through my body. I jerked and contorted as the orgasm swept through me. I cried out as I came, sending a surge of hot liquid down the inside of my legs.
Quinn must have felt it wash over his cock as he cried, “You’re such a fucking turn-on, Mia.”
Then, suddenly, his own body began to quiver as he jerked his hips and came deep inside of me. His cock seemed to swell momentarily bigger, as his own pleasure reached an uncontrollable climax. Digging his fingers deeper still into my skin, he buried himself into me, no longer driving in and out, but staying still, locked inside me. I could feel his hips trembling and shaking against mine as his orgasm dissipated throughout him.
My own orgasm grew weaker, fading out as it passed through my body. “Oh, my God, that was unbelievable,” I panted, as Quinn pulled slowly out of me. I dropped onto my front, drawing in deep lungfuls of breath. My heart raced almost to bursting in my chest and my skin was covered in beads of sweat. I rolled onto my back and looked up sleepily at Quinn. He still knelt over me.
“Take your trousers off and get into bed with me,” I smiled, still feeling shaky from the orgasm I’d just had.
As Quinn removed the last of his clothes, I pulled back the silk sheets, and we slipped between them.
Ten
“You have no idea how much I wanted you,” I breathed, resting my head against his shoulder as we lay in bed next to each other.
“I think I do,” he smiled, the sound of the wind howling around the eves.
“How do you know?” I asked him.
“Don’t you think I wanted you just as much?” he said, turning his head so he could look at me. He took my chin between his fingers and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could taste myself on him.
“It’s been a long time, Quinn,” I said, “People’s feelings change.”
“I’m not people,” he assured me. “Did you really believe I could forget you?”
I took a deep breath and said, “I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought you thought there was something wrong with me.”
“Like what?” he asked, his brow furrowing.
“That perhaps those nuns were right,” I said. “That there was something wrong – wicked – about me because I’d fallen in love with a priest.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Quinn said with a smile. “You just gave in to your sexual desires. Everyone has them.”
“And you?” I asked, looking at him.
; “And me,” he sighed, propping his head on his arm. “I’m just flesh and blood like every other man. I know I chose to live a different life, and I honestly believed that’s what I wanted. But then...” he trailed off.
“But what?” I pushed him.
“You came into my life,” he said, looking up at the wooden beams which crisscrossed over the cabin ceiling. “I had feelings I’d never felt before. I tried to fight them, I really did. At first I thought I was being tested. I prayed on it and asked that the feelings I had every time I saw you – every time you brushed past me – to go. It was doubly worse for me because not only was I your priest, but I also lived and worked at the convent where you were schooled.”
“I wasn’t a child when we met,” I said. “I was seventeen and you were twenty-two.”
“You were young enough,” he sighed, still staring away from me and up at the ceiling. “I should have known better. That’s why I waited for you to turn eighteen before we truly gave ourselves to each other. I wanted you to be an adult. Not because it eased my conscience at all, but because I wanted you to know it was what you really wanted.”
“It was what I wanted,” I said, pulling Quinn closer. “Our love for each other might be considered wrong by some, but is it so wrong for two people to love each other?”
“It all depends who those two people are, I guess,” he said thoughtfully. Then, looking at me, he added, “Do you still love me, Mia?”
“I never stopped,” I whispered. “I tried to fool myself that I had, but I hadn’t.”
“Why did you marry Nathan then?” he asked.
Quinn’s sudden question took me by surprise. “Nathan is kind and loving. I’ve never met anyone as patient and understanding.”
“So why aren’t you with him now?” Quinn came back. “Why isn’t he lying next to you right now, instead of me?” He didn’t sound hurt, just confused.
“I guess I was just kidding myself that I had found love with Nathan,” I sighed deeply. “In my own way, I do love him. I know that sounds strange after what’s just happened between me and you – but the love I have for him is nothing like the love I have for you, Quinn. I love him but I’m not in love with him.”
“Why marry him?” Quinn pushed.
“Because you weren’t there and I was so tired of feeling so lonely – feeling like some freak – unable to move on with my life because of what happened between me and you,” I said. “I was hoping that I might grow not to just love Nathan, but be in love with him.”
“So why hasn’t that happened?” he asked me.
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” I shouted, suddenly feeling pissed off with him again. “Although you weren’t there – you were, if that makes sense. I couldn’t get you out of my head. Every time I saw those scars, I thought of you. They were a constant reminder not of what we had done, but of how I still felt about you.” Then looking at him, I added, “If you want to hear my confession, Father, I can tell you I hate myself for what I’ve done to Nathan. But most of all, I hate myself for not being able to stop loving you. The whipping I got wasn’t my punishment. Having to see them every day and be reminded of you – that was my punishment – and I’ll have to live with those scars for the rest for my life whether you’re a part of it or not.”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn whispered.
“So why haven’t you left the priesthood?” I asked. “Your life is just a lie, like mine.”
“What’s there to leave for?” he said, glancing away from the ceiling and back at me.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged sarcastically. “Perhaps you could leave and have a normal life – you know, meet someone – settle down with them.”
“And where would the excitement be in that?” he half-smiled at me.
“Is that was this is all about?” I breathed.
“Isn’t that the excitement – those forbidden fruits – what you enjoy so much?” he asked, slipping a hand beneath the sheets and letting his fingers walk slowly across the flat of my stomach.
My skinned tightened.
“Me and you are the same,” he said, his fingers slowly stepping over my thighs. “Is that what drew us together? Aren’t we both the same? We both want in life what we can’t have. That’s what excites people like me and you – that’s what turns us on. It’s like sticking a kid in a room with a big red button and telling them not to press it. You know they’re gonna have to push that damn button – even if it kills them.”
“Is it going to kill us?” I asked, feeling his fingertips twisting through my tight tangle of pubic hair beneath the sheet.
“You knew we could get caught that night,” Quinn said, looking into my eyes. “We both knew that. We were both turned on by the danger of it. If we weren’t, why didn’t either of us suggest booking a hotel room? Why didn’t we go somewhere where there was no chance of us being discovered? Because we were both excited by the thought that our forbidden relationship could be exposed. That was the turn-on, just like we’re both turned on now.”
“What do you mean?” I said, easing my legs apart beneath the sheet for him. I knew what he wanted and I knew what he meant.
“We both know Nathan – your husband – could turn up here at any moment. He could walk in and discover us just like those nuns did. The chance of being caught tonight made us horny – it’s what fuelled our sex. You like taking what you know is bad for you,” he smiled, sliding his fingers down between my legs again. “I know what you want.”
“And what’s that?” I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling wet again at his touch.
“You want to feel free,” he whispered, then kissed me.
Eleven
Unlike before, Quinn’s kisses were not wild – driven by a frantic lust. He kissed me gently, softly – almost respectfully. It felt like true love was driving them. As if setting aside delicate lace, Quinn brushed my hair from the sides of my face, covering my skin in kisses. His lips barely touched, almost hovering above me like a butterfly. He kissed my neck, shoulders, working his way down over my breasts. I closed my eyes, settling my head back onto the satin-covered pillow. This time he didn’t grip or twist my nipples, he brushed his fingers over them. They popped up and grew firm under his touch again. Quinn kissed them so tenderly, that I shuddered. His touch was soft, almost like a subtle tickle. Pushing the sheet back, I stretched my arms out on either side of me. He entwined his fingers with mine. With his head bent down, he moved his lips softly over my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. I shuddered just a little at the sensation of his tongue.
As he reached the area just below my stomach, I let go of his hands and gripped his shoulders to stop him from going any further.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, looking along the length of my body at me.
“Nothing,” I smiled, rolling him onto his back. “Close your eyes.”
As he closed them, it was my turn to caress him. I kissed his firm chest as gently as he’d kissed mine. I moved my lips over his flat stomach. Slowly, I curled my fingers around his cock. It stiffened under my touch. I slid my hand gently up and down its length. Quinn let out a murmur. With my free hand, I gently squeezed his balls. They felt heavy yet soft in my hand. As I tenderly played with them, I slipped my lips over the tip of his cock. It grew bigger and quivered. I drew the tip of my tongue around the top of it. It had a musky and slightly salty taste from where he had come earlier. Closing my lips fully around the end of his cock, I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze with my other hand. With his cock in my mouth, I slid my tongue up and down the length of it. I felt Quinn shudder on top of the bed. I eased his cock out of my mouth, then took it again. I slowly slid it in and out of my mouth, trapping the tip of it between my lips, and then sliding it deep inside. His cock felt warm and filled my mouth as I teased him with each suck. It was a seductive act which turned me on as much as it did him. I felt his stomach muscles tighten, which told me that if I continued, he
would soon come. I didn’t want him to come just yet.
I slipped his cock from between my lips, it stood up, hard and stiff, and I climbed over him. Enjoying the look of excitement on his face, I brushed the opening of my wet hole over the end of his cock.
He murmured.
“How does that feel?” I whispered, rubbing my clit against him.
“Incredible,” he groaned.
“Good,” I sighed, taking him fully into me, lowering myself down onto his cock.
Quinn raised his hips an inch or two off the bed, trying to push every last inch of him up into me. I bore down on him, leaning back, my long hair cascading down my back. With my breasts jutting forward, Quinn seemed unable to resist them as he reached out for them. I eased myself slowly up and down as he played gently with my nipples. Slipping my hand down between my legs, I began to stroke my clit as I rode him. Leaning back, I raised my hips slowly up and down, taking him in and out of me, while I played with myself.
Quinn grabbed my arse, guiding me up and down, taking control of the speed in which I moved. He brushed the tip of his forefinger over my anus, and I squirmed. To be touched there made me feel cheap – it felt wrong. His finger lingered, as if waiting for me to move away. When I didn’t, Quinn began to gently stroke me there. It felt so fucking good and it turned me on more than I thought it would. I bent forward, lifting my butt into the air so Quinn could push further if he wanted to. And he did. As I rubbed my clit harder and faster, Quinn slipped the tip of his finger into my anus up to his first knuckle. It made me feel dirty in a strange way. With so many erotic sensations flooding through my body, it felt like there wasn’t just Quinn in the room pleasuring me. I felt dizzy, almost drunk with sexual excitement as I slid up and down on his cock, as I circled my finger around my clit, and Quinn pushed his finger further up. I had never known such intense feelings all at once. I didn’t think it would ever be possible. With every sexual part of my being aroused at the same time, I began to tremor, moan, and shake. I’d never needed to come so much in my life. The pressure inside of me had built to a crescendo as Quinn and I fucked each other. I continued to rub my clit over and over and that feeling in my anus grew ever more intense.
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