“Well then I should finish it.” She giggled, rolling him onto his back.
He let her take his jeans off and his boxers too, so they were now both nude, just as God had made them, tangled together in a heap of blankets and pillows, the points of a hundred candles reflected in their eyes. Emily reached hungrily for him, like steel in her hand, but he wouldn’t let her focus her attention solely on him. His hands roamed over her body, not letting her go, forcing her to turn and wiggle so she could get her mouth over the head of his cock.
“Oh Emily!” He moaned as she began to suck him, shallow and unsure at first, then deeper and longer as he gave her more verbal encouragement. She’d done this with a few boys before, and had even had sex with one last year, so she wasn’t completely inexperienced. But somehow, now, it felt completely new, as if they were both completely innocent, like Adam and Eve, discovering this for this first time.
“Oh!” She gasped as he grabbed her hips, pulling them over so she was straddling his face, and he buried it between her thighs again. “Oh! Oh yes!”
His tongue found its mark, and she found herself grinding her hips against him, almost forgetting about the tower of flesh throbbing against her flushed cheek. She stroked it erratically, occasionally putting her mouth over the head, hearing his soft moan when she did. That would encourage her to do it for a few moments more until the sensation of his lapping tongue caught up with her and she lost herself in it, wriggling and writhing on top of him.
“I’m so close!” she gasped, her hands planted on his thighs, her back arching as she rolled her hips against his plunging tongue. “Oh now! Ohhh please now now!”
He wrapped his arms around her hips and she gave herself to him completely, her body like a livewire in his arms, each delicious contraction of her climax forcing her to buck on top of him, her cries of pleasure loud and echoing against the high ceilings. Even when she collapsed on him, a trembling, sweaty mess, he wouldn’t let her go, his tongue lapping between her legs, as if he could drink up every last bit of her sweetness.
Finally he let her turn around and come to him, and he cradled her in his arms, their breath still tight and shallow in their chests, both of them so excited it was hard to breathe. The feel of him, still achingly hard against her thigh, made her crazy with lust. He moaned when she groped for and found him, squeezing the length of him in her fist, pulling, guiding him.
“I have to feel you,” she whispered. “Please, please. I have to feel you inside of me.”
He pushed her to her back, his mouth covering hers, slanting sideways as they kissed, and she parted her legs for him in an instant. She felt him hesitate, even though she had her hand between them, aiming him, rocking her hips up, urging him onward.
“Emily, are you a virgin?” he asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
She shook her head, flushing at the admission. “No. One boy. One time.”
He nodded, kissing her forehead, her cheek, then whispering in her ear, “I’ve never…”
“I know,” she whispered back, clutching his hips between her knees. “It’s okay.”
He shifted forward and she felt his glorious length sliding into her for the first time, both of them moaning and shuddering at the sensation. When he was fully inside her, their eyes met, and she thought she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life as the expression of wonder on his face.
“Nice?” she asked, using her muscles to gently squeeze him, making his eyes widen and his cock jump.
“Nice?” he echoed, breathless. He shook his head, burying his face against her neck. “It’s bliss. Beyond words. Oh Emily, you feel so good…”
She wrapped her arms around him as he began to move inside of her, each thrust bringing a cry from his throat that was caught halfway between pain and pleasure, hell and heaven. Her knees fell open and she took more of him, deeper, harder, his hips driving against hers, the sound of their flesh coming together filling the little chapel.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis up, feeling him so far inside of her it almost hurt, and still she wanted more of him. “Do it hard! Oh please! Fill me up!”
He groaned at her words, plunging deep, his cries rising to a fever pitch, thrusting furiously, as if he was being chased by demons, or perhaps trying to drive them out. She clung, wrapping arms and legs about him, every sweet moment bringing her even closer to bliss, not sure if she would quite make it there before him, and not really caring. Every fiber of her being was open to him, receiving him, being completely and utterly filled, and she’d never felt more whole or complete.
“Emily!” he cried, giving one last painfully hard thrust. “Ohhhhh God! Emily! God! Emily! GodEmilyGodEmily!”
Her name and their Lord’s melted in his mouth as he climaxed, and she cried out and met him, the soft pull of her orgasm making him writhe and hiss on top of her as if he was being burned. The intensity of the sensation took them both by surprise, and they clutched at each other in the dimness, clinging for their lives, as if their souls might hang in the balance between their quivering bodies.
“See what you’ve been missing all these years?” she teased, softly kissing his temple.
He rolled to his back, taking her with him, gathering the covers to pull over their perspiring bodies. She snuggled up close, so sated she thought if she died at that very moment, there would be nothing, nothing in her entire life she would regret.
“The world is so beautiful.” He whispered his words against the top of her head. “You remind me how much I love the world, and everything in it.”
“Even the sad things?” she mused, her fingers playing over the hair on his chest. “Like little Samantha losing her mother? Or your father not talking to you?”
“Pain just reminds us how sweet love really is.” His arms tightened around her. “I think heaven in right here, Angel. Right here on Earth. In your arms. And I think God wants us to know that.”
She closed her eyes and listened to the strong beat of his heart against her ear, still not quite believing that all of this was real. The thought of it ending, of waking from this dream, made her tremble with fear. Her pranksters were going to do everything they could to cause her pain, and ruining Father Mark and their love would be the ultimate hurt.
“I have to tell you something,” she whispered, not quite sure how to proceed. Should she warn him of Jenny and Eve’s plans?
“Hmm?”
She glanced up at St. Lucy, her sightless eyes dark, blood like tears on her cheeks, watching over them both. They said justice was blind, and she thought maybe the church was blind too-blind to love, wherever and however it showed up in the world, whether it was between a woman and a man of the cloth, or between two women or two men, for that matter. She had to believe that God wasn’t as blind as His followers, and decided in that moment to trust Him. Whatever was meant to be, in the end, would happen. This felt so good, so right, it couldn’t possibly be wrong. And if God felt it was, well… maybe he would punish them after all. But until then…
“I love you,” she murmured, kissing his neck, feeling the reassurance of his answering squeeze and hearing his soft, affectionate whisper, before they both drifted off together.
* * * *
“How are we going to get it to my room without the General seeing us?” Jenny whispered as Emily led her down the hallway. The General was Sister Francine, their “dorm mother.” She had a room down at Jenny and Eve’s end of the hall, across from them, and was known as “the General” because she ran the place like a military outfit. Of course, that was when she was awake. Sister Francine slept like the dead. She’d missed waking up for all three of the fire drills they’d had so far that year, and had thankfully also slept through Emily sneaking out to meet Father Mark.
“It’s in a box.” Emily stopped at her dorm room door, getting out her key and trying to hide the fact that her hands were trembling as she fumbled to put it into the lock. It was late, almost midnight, and thankfully the General was fast asleep, as were most of the girls. There were no open dorm room doors around them. “Now you swear, you won’t say anything to anyone if we give you this right? It’s over after this?”