Church

by Michelle Hughes

  “Come for me, lover. Take what you need.” This woman! I needed her more than the air I breathed and I should hate her for making me weak. Instead, I needed her to want me more than any man could ever make her desire. It was almost obsession that she craved me as much as I needed to own her.

  Using every ounce of tenderness I possessed, my fingers inched in and out, until she flooded them with her desire. Pressing deep I held them there as she rode out her pleasure. “That’s it, sweet girl. You look even more beautiful when you come for me.

  Slowly withdrawing my fingers, her flesh gripped me, trying to suck me back in and I groaned. “Tell me you’ve missed this as much as I have.” I brought my fingers to my lips and suckled off her flavor.

  A quick intake of breath, and she slid off the bed, grabbing the sheet to wrap around her. “You can’t do this, Sebastian. Walk into my life just when I’m finally learning to let you go.” Holding the sheet with one hand, she slapped me with the other, then took off running.

  I stood there in shock. Why was she so angry? I’d given selflessly to make sure she was pleased, hadn’t even fucked her the way my body craved. Learning to let me go? What the fuck did that even mean? I took off after her and from the back door slamming, I knew the direction she headed off in.

  There was a trail leading into the woods and I saw the white sheet through the trees. She was going to get herself killed walking through that at night, and I ran to catch up. In a small clearing in the woods, she stood there, the moon bathing her in luminous light. My goddess, that’s what she was and I walked up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, lowering my chin to rest on her shoulder.

  “No matter how far you run, I’ll always find you.” She stiffened in my arms as sobs racked her small frame. Didn’t she know I’d move heaven and earth to keep her?

  “What do you want from me, Sebastian?” She released her hold on the sheet, and I opened my arms to allow it to fall at her feet. Those words were so full of pain that I wanted nothing more than to love it out of her. “You already have my body, and my heart. Isn’t it enough to know I can’t resist you?”

  Stepping back, I spread out the sheet, not knowing how to answer her question. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. I turned back, lifted her in my arms, and lowered her gently to the ground. “I want everything, lover. Every smile, every orgasm, your first and last kiss, all of it. I’m greedy that way.”

  I cupped her breast, lowered my mouth to suckle, and I bit down lightly on her stiff nipple. “I want to own these.” I cupped the other breast squeezing them firmly. Working my way down her body, my lips leaving a trail of kisses before I parted her thighs wide, placing them on my shoulders. “I want to feast on this delicious pussy and fill you up with my cock until all you think about is how good I make you feel.”

  I followed my words with actions until her soft cries filled the night air, and then before she could fall apart, I entered her slowly. Rising on my arms, I filled her inch by inch, then rotated my hips slightly. “I want to fill your belly with my child.”

  Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she strained up until her eyes met mine. “You said you didn’t want children.” I pulled all the way to the edge of her tight pussy, and slowly slid back in before answering. I wanted her to feel me, to know that I was willing to do anything to keep her.

  “Tell me you want my baby inside you.” Ignoring her comment, I began making love to her. I was going to fill her up if she didn’t demand I stop. Each slow plunge was leading me closer to release. There had been no other woman but her. The thought was almost comical. Sebastian Church, celibate.

  “You. I. We. God! Love me, Sebastian. Shut up and love me.” I wouldn’t even correct her about religion, even though I was still all she’d ever need. She hadn’t said no. Forcing myself to show restraint, I took her with a tenderness that was killing me, but I loved it at the same time. The edge of paradise was waiting, and every thrust brought it closer.

  She reached down to grab my ass. I was lost as her tight pussy contracted around my cock. Feeling her milking me forced me to strain my hips against her and fill her with every ounce of passion I had. I wanted her to have it all, and didn’t stop until I was flaccid inside her perfect body.

  Pulling her to rest on top of me, I didn’t care that wildlife probably surrounded us. This was perfection, her cheek resting against my chest as she tried to catch her breath, the gentle breeze blowing through her hair. I was becoming such a pussy for her, but I didn’t even care. Living without her had driven me mad.

  “Do you love me, Sebastian?” For long moments, we’d lain together not speaking and I knew what she wanted to hear. I’d also promised I’d never lie to her.

  “I can’t sleep, work, or think of anything but you. I know nothing about love, but I know there’s nowhere on earth I’d rather be than here in your arms.” For the first time since my mother’s death, I sent up a prayer that it would be enough.

  She lifted and looked down into my eyes, her hand softly cupping my jaw. “I love you enough for both of us.” Her lips met mine, and I knew miracles could happen. This beautiful, innocent woman that I’d almost destroyed was living proof. “I’ll have your baby, but only if you marry me.”

  Marriage, ownership. Same thing. “I thought you’d never ask.” She sat up, straddled me, and smacked me in the chest. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

  My cock hardened with her rubbing her sexy self all over it. I was shocked when she guided me inside that tight, wet, sheath. She took every inch of me, then sat up to look into my eyes. “No other woman will have what’s mine if we marry. You understand that?”

  I couldn’t even get it up for another woman, but decided not to share that information. “Maybe you should show me why I’ll give them all up.” The fire that filled her hazel eyes made me grin. That smile turned into a groan as she rode me fast and hard, shocking me with her new moves.

  “Have you fucked anyone else?” Instantly, I was irate, and grabbed her hips, holding them firmly. I would never allow another cock inside my pussy.

  “No.” She met my gaze and there wasn’t a drop of malice in hers, only desire. “Sebastian, please.” Her body was begging to come, and I couldn’t hold her back even if I wanted to. Flipping her over, I put her legs over my shoulder and took over, plunging deep, hard, and fast.

  “This pussy is mine.” Relentlessly, I pounded into her. “Say it!”

  “It’s yours.” I fucked the breath out of her and still I refused to slow down. To her credit, she met each thrust as savagely as I was giving them. I was barely a man as I took her, more animal, but as long as she returned my loving just as fiercely, we were a perfect match.

  I demanded her orgasms, and after she’d had two more, I finally filled her up again. My rage subsided, knowing I’d been her only lover and would be until the end of time. I guess I was a possessive sonofabitch, but you can’t change what you are. as I slid out of her, she flinched, and I felt guilty. “I have no control with you, lover.”

  She laughed softly, and pushed me over to lay on my chest again. “I like it when you take me that way.” Ashley was the perfect woman.

  “Maybe we should take this inside?” Making love under the moonlight was great, but my ass getting bit by mosquitos was less so. I shook out the sheet when she stood up, and then walked hand in hand with her back to the house.

  “I need a shower.” Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red, and her eyes lowered, not meeting mine. The beautiful woman that had just had sex outside was suddenly shy. I chuckled. She was such a contradiction of innocence and seduction, both of which I loved.

  Loved? I didn’t know anything about, that but it hit me so hard in the gut, I knew my feelings couldn’t be anything else. “Why don’t you go first? I don’t want you so sore I can’t enjoy you again.” I needed a few minutes to get my shit together after that revelation.

  She rolled her eyes and took off into the bathroom, while I walked into the kit
chen to make coffee. Everything I felt for her suddenly made sense. It wasn’t just sex, although that was fucking phenomenal between us, it was all the other things.

  Not wanting to wake up without her beside me, having three or four kids, maybe more? Hating to see her cry, worried that she was going to get hurt all alone out here in the woods. If that wasn’t love, what was it? I wanted my every waking minute to be with her. I couldn’t lie to myself.

  I made the coffee, and poured myself a cup and waited until she joined me to pour her one. “I fucking love you.” There were a million ways I could have said that better, but it was a revelation to me and it just slipped out.

  The soft laughter that filled the room made me a little angry until she walked over and flung herself into my arms. “I love you, too, you big oaf.”

  My hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as my lips fell on hers. I kissed her roughly and I knew this was right where I’d belonged. “I don’t know what spell you’ve put on me, lover, but I pray you never end it.”

  “Um. Sebastian?” The playful look on her face should have warned me, but her words still shocked me in a good way. “The only place you need to kneel is waiting in the bedroom.” She pulled out of my arms running in that direction and I chuckled loudly, following her.

  My sweet, dirty, girl. I’d taught her well. I couldn’t wait to teach her even more. Maybe we’d go to hell for being blasphemous, but surely, God could forgive two sinners who found pleasure worshipping each other?

  Adored

  Ashley

  He loved me. I woke up sore in ways that should have angered me because he hadn’t exactly been gently last night. We’d barely gotten any sleep because Sebastian was a very demanding lover. I wanted him all over again, but I was sure my body would protest another round. After carefully sliding out of bed, I pulled a nightgown out of a drawer then walked into the kitchen to cook.

  Bacon, eggs, homemade biscuits, and coffee later, I felt rather than heard him enter the room. Those arms wrapping around my waist made me forget how hungry I was, and I turned to raise my lips to his. After a very passionate kiss, he rested his forehead against mine.

  “Feed me, woman, I think I’ve used up every ounce of energy I had last night.” His hands gripped my ass, pressing me against his obvious hard on, and I was sure he had a few more rounds in him. Already I was wet, and some sanity had to rule here, or we’d never leave my bedroom.

  “Go sit down at the table and I’ll bring you a plate.” This man was going to kill me with his appetite and I wasn’t talking about food. With a sad little puppy dog look on his face, he walked away and I laughed. This was how waking up every morning should be.

  I piled his plate with all the fixings, and brought him a cup of coffee, black, just like he liked it. Sitting it down in front of him, he grabbed my ass, pulling me onto his lap. “If you don’t let me eat, I won’t be able to keep up with you.” Insatiable man!

  “If this didn’t smell so incredible, I’d feed you something else.” Lifting me off his lap, he popped my ass lightly and smirked. “Go grab your plate, lover, because I need you ready to serve me a different way.”

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or be cross with him. I still didn’t like the dirty talk, but for him, I might make an exception. When I walked into the kitchen, I grabbed my food and coffee, and joined him at the table.

  I was starving or the small sensual looks he gave me when he raised his head would have made me toss the food on the floor and straddle him. The thought made me blush. What was happening to that conservative woman I always thought I was?

  After eating half the food on my plate, I was finally full and decided to give a little payback to him making me crave what his eyes promised. I stuck my finger in the strawberry preserves on the table, then I slowly licked away the sweet stickiness, meeting his eyes and grinning. Being more adventurous than I ever thought I could be, I used my fingers in the soft butter, opened a biscuit and rubbed it over the bread.

  “I’ll butter those biscuits for you if you don’t stop teasing me, lover.” His soft growl made me grin, and I hoped he didn’t think that was a threat.

  “Why Mr. Church, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Batting my eyelashes and trying not to giggle, I picked up a piece of bacon and slid it into my mouth before biting down. There was a sensual woman inside me, and all it took was Sebastian to finally bring it out.

  The savage look in his eyes warned me I was pushing him to his breaking point and I felt a huge surge of ego that I could make this gorgeous man want me. I wasn’t prepared for him to push back his chair, grab me out of mine and place me back on it sitting up.

  “Spread those sexy legs, lover, I’m going to make a meal out of you.” I didn’t think, only reacted to his harsh command. I wasn’t afraid. When he pushed me back spreading me wider, I leaned on my elbows, watching him with a curious grin.

  Two fingers slid into the preserves and with a smirk he spread me wide, then lathered my folds with the sticky goodness. My eyes widened in shock. He wouldn’t? I cried out in ecstasy when he proved he would. That tantalizing tongue licking me clean and making me so wet I could barely catch my breath.

  “Strawberry pussy, I think it might be my favorite new flavor.” He lifted his head to meet my eyes briefly then returned to plunging inside my aching chamber until I screamed out my pleasure. When I came back to earth, he’d sat down in his chair, naked as the day he was born and continued eating.

  That would never do. I could play that game as well as he could. Snatching up the preserves, I slathered my fingers in it, then kneeled at his feet, pushing his legs apart. “I think a little payback might be in order.” He looked shocked as I coated his huge rod and groaned as I lowered my mouth to suckle him.

  “Fuck me, lover. Where did my sweet little innocent go?” His hand grabbed my hair, turning it into a ponytail and guided me up and down his thickness until I felt the first drops of his essence slide down my throat. Sweet and salty, it was a delicious combination and I drank him down greedily.

  Licking my lips as I pulled free, I couldn’t help the cocky smile that found my face. “I’ll have to make you breakfast more often.”

  “We’ve made quite the mess.” He chuckled, pulling me into his lap. I wanted every day to be like this and couldn’t care less that we’d destroyed the dining room table. It was an easy fix. “Let’s clean this up, then each other, and maybe get dirty again.”

  After forcing myself out of his arms, I went to grab some cleaning supplies, and he brought the broom and dustpan. There was something to be said about working together this way and giving each other little looks that promised pleasure when the task was done. Did that make me a domestic goddess? That term finally made more sense. Giggling as we ran off to the bathroom to shower when we were finished, I decided to keep that definition.

  We made love in the shower, again in bed, and finally when I didn’t think my legs would hold me up any longer, took a nap together. Sebastian Church was going to be the death of me and I was looking forward to every minute of it.

  Hours later, we woke up and made love again. “I’ve got to get you out of this house, lover.” He chuckled and sent me to take another shower, telling me he’d go next. I’d done the impossible, worn him out. It was an incredible feeling.

  After we’d dressed, he told me he was taking me into town, and I wanted to argue that I was happy right here, but he had his serious face on. With a sigh, I gave in and he chuckled. “Wasn’t it you that told me sex doesn’t fix everything?”

  I vaguely remembered saying something like that, but was surprised he did. “Are we broken?” He’d told me he loved me, agreed to get married, even wanted babies, so I wasn’t sure what he meant.

  “No, we’re not, but I want it all Ashely. I meant what I said about being greedy. For all we know my baby is growing inside you, and I won’t let our child be born without us being married.” I had to bite back a laugh over his words, because whe
re was the Sebastian who didn’t care what people thought? I did grin.

  “Are you sure you’ll even want me when I’m big and fat?” I was teasing him, but I did worry that me being pregnant might change how he felt about making love to me. “We could always do the morning after pill again.”

  The look on his face was outraged, and even though I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, I took a step back. “I meant what I said. I want a house full of kids. Tell me you want that, too?”

  “Of course, I want that, but I’m selfish, and I like the idea of having you all to myself for a while.” Was I losing my mind? The thought of having to share Sebastian with anyone made me jealous. I probably needed my head examined.

  “I like that a lot, lover.” Pulling me into his arms he held me tightly. “Why don’t we let nature decide what happens, though? I don’t want to risk pissing the big man off upstairs anymore.”

  “I thought you didn’t believe in that?”

  “I was bitter and angry, Ashley. My mother was killed by a deacon in church. He was someone we both cared about and trusted.” Her sweet hazel eyes filled with tears of compassion, and I loved her even more for caring about me that way. “It’s time I forgive him, and God, then let that pain go. The man is serving a life sentence and he’ll have to deal with judgement when he’s dead.”

  I clung to him, wishing I could take his pain away. I understood how he felt. I’d harbored resentment after my granny passed away too, but I’d overcome it. “I’m proud of you for that. I know I’ve been blessed to find you, Sebastian, and maybe things happen for reasons we don’t understand?”

  “Enough of this sentimental crap. I want a ring on your finger, lover. We can either get you one here or fly back home and pick something out.” His words reminded me that we had a lot of things to work out. I knew he couldn’t give up his business in New York, but I didn’t want to sell my house here, either. The job I could put in notice for.