Father Briar and The Angel (16 page)

He dropped his pants, the
belt buckle tinkling like wind chimes as it fell. He kicked them
and his underpants away from his ankles.

Her panties were another
story entirely; she wanted to keep wearing them for a while. They,
too, were new, cherry red, and very lacy. Julianna tried to pull
him to the bed, but hobbled by both his erection and his
embarrassment about having to strip himself, he fell on top of her,
sending them tumbling ass-first on the bed.

They laughed and laughed
and rolled around in one another’s arms.

“Nobody told me and I had
never imagined, that making love would be so funny! I had many,
many thoughts about it, many anticipations and expectations, but I
did not think it would be so humorous. This must be what true love
feels like,” he concluded.

Cedric slid off of the bed
and down to his knees on the carpet. He spread her legs at the
knees and marveled at the sight of her. Then he began his kissing.
Thighs first, then upward. But he was clever, and he made her be
patient. The kisses landed on her tummy, the soft curve of her
hips, her excited breasts, and all the way up to her neck. Then he
dropped back down again.

Oh! His pace and his
timing were fantastic. It was different every time with him. Now he
was keeping his kisses tender and easy. He loved their time
together and wanted this lovemaking to last hour after hour after
hour, he wanted savor every inch of her, wanted to remember her
pale, fine skin, wanting this to last forever.

Then, as suddenly and
unexpectedly as a winter storm, Julianna seemed uncomfortable being
so naked. He noticed the change in her body language and asked
about it; usually it was him that was shy. Julianna closed her
legs.

But Cedric didn’t want
allow it. He lightly parted them again, this time using his
chin.

This bit of daring
thrilled her and reignited her libido. “Let me see you. All of
you,” he said, his voice raspy and full of lust. She took a deep
breath and pressed her breasts together. She exhaled. Her breath
was sweet and minty and he wanted to kiss her, but not on the
mouth. No, he wanted to go down, down deeper, wetter,
hotter…

“
Look
into my eyes, lover, lets watch each other and see each other’s
pleasure. Do you see how excited you make me?” she said, using her
index finger to spread her folds and show him her glistening pearl.
“See how goddamned turned on I am by your body?” she
grinned.

The blasphemy made the sex
even better!

“Goddammit, goddammit,
goddammit!” she cried.

He couldn’t help it;
Father Briar wondered if God could hear her. They were in the tool
shed in the snowed-over baseball field behind the church. Cedric
had brought in a kerosene space heater and blankets, and there
amongst the balls and bats and rakes and hoes and such, they made
love in their little nest.

Her cursing sounded sweet
to him, funny and sexy, not angry or aggressive. Cedric was getting
aggressive, though, and he pressed a kiss below her belly button,
on the tender bundle of nerves just above her pubic
bone.

Now it was her turn to be
aggressive. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up; putting
his head to each breast and making him suck yet again, then pushing
him down between her thighs, which she willingly parted this
time.

He glanced up at her,
brown eyes wild and crazy with lust. His hot, hungry mouth paused
over her pussy, making her wait one last time.

Then he showed his tongue
in as deep as it would go.

That she didn’t pass out
astonished her. “How have I waited this long to experience this?”
she marveled. In and out he went. She lost track of time, all she
knew was that her hands were still tied up in the hair on his head
and his tongue was in the hair down below.

For an inexperience
cunnilinguist, he was great at it. He used his lips to part hers
and his tongue as a hard, sentient little cock that could explore
every last hidden curve of her.

She tasted so so so sweet.
And she was now so wet, her juices flowing from her and making the
blanket warm and damp and slick. He rubbed some of the precious
juices on his cock. Damn, he wanted to put it in her. But not yet.
Not yet.

He wanted to keep sucking
at her, keep pressing his lips against her, keep feeling her wiggle
and twist and squirm beneath his talented tongue. He wanted to make
her lose her mind, to come undone, to go a little crazier than she
ever had before.

So he did.

Father Briar took his
time, causing Julianna to lose track of it. He was succeeding in is
intent to passionately explore and reveal every delicate bit of
her, every last sweet warm bit of pinkness, every fold, curve, and
twist.

Julianna knew she was on
the verge of an orgasm. She couldn’t let that happen. She wanted
the pleasure to keep going and going and going. Now he was using
his thumbs as well as his tongue.

Her whole body quivered
and pulsed. Sounds grew in her throat before escaping fully formed,
loud and happy and horny. She pressed her hips forward, harder,
into him, onto that remarkable tongue. Now it was his turn to moan.
His sounded strangled and suffocated. This was a great thrill to
her, having momentary control over him like that. Julianna liked it
when he was vulnerable. She squeezed her thighs tighter and rode
him harder

They
both loved this part of sex, the physicality and the intensity of
it all. They loved the way they could nearly lose their minds in
each other’s bodies. He loved the change in the taste of her, from
her first sweetness to her later muskiness. He loved how he could
play her body as though it was a hi-fi, making her louder and then
quiet, hot then cool, happy then agitated and horny.

Finally, she untangled her
fingers from his hair, freeing him from his lover’s duties. But he
stayed with them; he stayed down there, still eager and excited.
Julianna started babbling, so great was the pleasure. She couldn’t
put sentences together, she couldn’t put words together, and even
syllables were escaping her. Finally she regained control enough to
start shouting “yes, yes, yes…”

Then her swollen clit went
stiff and she went silent but for the panting.

Worried that he might move
away and stop pleasuring her, she told him to stay right
there.

“I just need a moment” she
begged. “I just need a moment. I want to come again.”

Like a good man who was
used to obeying the rules, he stayed right there, his soft
breathing complimenting his sucking mouth, his attention and his
intensity not waning, slowly stroking himself to her grinding
movements. He kissed her soft and sweaty thighs again and again,
showing great patience and control, under she was ready
again.

She didn’t say anything;
she just turned over, presenting herself for him that way. She
still had her stockings on and he found that unbearably sexy. He
didn’t want to enter her just yet; he wanted to still prolong this
further.

They were still new
lovers!

And they were still new to
love. “I’ve wanted to put my hands all over you since Sunday at
mass. You looked so beautiful in your new dress. I wanted to stop
mass and start with you.

He touched her ass,
grabbing at it greedily.

“I was feeling the same
way. It almost felt sinful to be in church, feeling such feelings.
But, oh! The sin felt so good.”

She rolled over, wanting
to look him in the eyes.

“My
stars, you are fantastic. Sex is fantastic. We are fantastic. One
minute we’re arguing about theology and the next moment we are…we
are…we are fucking!”

She didn’t think she’d
ever heard him use that word before. It thrilled her as much as it
thrilled him.

And he was right, that was
how this sexual session had started; they’d been arguing about the
morality of the vows of priestly celibacy and lifelong
bachelorhood. This had turned into stripping, and yes,
fucking.

“I love your animal lust,
I love your body, I love how you love me,” she told him.

“I love
that you don’t treat me like a priest. You treat me like a man. Not
a man of God, but a real flesh and blood man.

“I love that you didn’t
treat me like a doll or a child. You treat me like a woman. Not
like a plaything. Although you use me like your plaything, and I
love that, too! Hurry up and do it again.”

He obliged.

“You want me, you got me.
Is that cool?”

“Very cool,” she
agreed.

He lifted her legs up over
her shoulders. Her eyes widened and her mouth pursed into a cute
little pouty smile.

“Your intensity is so
powerful. God, Cedric, who thought sex could be so
great?”

“I never
knew,” he said, panting and still pounding. “Especially when it’s
all so very new to me.”

Her cheeks flushed and her
breasts rose and fell with her rapid breath.

“I
haven’t been with a lot of men, either. The sex was pretty boring,
too.” She leaned up and kissed him, keeping his lips in her mouth
for a long time while she ground herself against the base of his
cock.

“But from the first time
you kissed me, all the way back there in Spokane; I knew you were
different, that you were wonderful, and that sex would be amazing
with you.

Cedric groaned and paused,
trying to delay his climax. “Even though I’d never done it before?”
he asked.

“You
didn’t need to be Burt Lancaster in
From Here to Eternity
to impress me,
but that you ended up being even sexier is a surprise!”

Julianna could compare
almost all the great moments in her life to great movies, in this
case, last year’s Academy Award winning romantic
masterpiece.

“I don’t
want you to hold back, Cedric. Do it harder, harder, please!” She
focused her rhythm, on keeping them together. Finally he pulled
down her stockings, doing so without removing himself from her, a
little bit of skill she found amazing.

“You are
sexier than Deborah Kerr ever could be,” he said, upping her movie
reference.

“Hey!” she cried, in mock
and funny horror, “she was an adulteress. You aren’t
married.”

“No,” he
said, “and thank God for that. Literally!”

The laughed, they made
love, they laughed again, they made more love.

Julianna ran her hands
over his broad, fine, pale chest. By Golly Gosha had done her nails
in a gaudy, cherry red that she loved in spite of its flashiness.
She used the newly painted and filed ends of them to sharply trace
the outline of his pecs, his abs, his ass, as he went in and out of
her. She nibbled at his ears, enjoying the taste of sweat, salty
and full of passion. She followed the thin line of hair that
started at the center of his ribcage and left a trail down to his
belly button, down to his cock, that magnificent thing.

Then she locked her gaze
to his as she wrapped her hand around it, taking it from her,
putting it back in. She did this with great care and deliberation,
enjoying every move. After all the hot roughness, she wanted a
little cool delicacy.

Cedric tore open the
package of a condom. Where he’d bought it, she had no idea; birth
control was hard to come by in northern Minnesota in the 1950’s,
and probably impossible to buy if you were a known priest. Truth
was, he hadn’t bought it; like his well-used
Playboys,
the condoms had been
confiscated by concerned parents and given to him for proper
disposal. What did parish parents think he did with these things,
these sexual things they didn’t want in their houses? Perform
exorcisms upon them before burning them with Holy
Kerosene?

This was
a weird little ritual they had to do. He liked to climax inside of
her, which was obviously impossible without birth control. Were
Julianna to get pregnant as a single woman… he couldn’t even bear
to think of it, lest he lose his erection. So they did it without
for a while, to better enjoy the feeling and because both of them,
in their deepest hearts, thought of birth control as a sin.

So she always knew he was
ready to climax when he ripped open the package and rolled the
bulky thing over his bulky thing. Task accomplished, he crawled
across the mattress, chasing her.

Julianna was crawling away
to tease him; she knew he loved the sight of her breasts swinging
and her ass bouncing as she scurried away on all fours. The further
waiting, the further anticipation, made her squeal. Finally he
caught her and wrestled her about at bit and then parted her
thighs. Father Briar pinned her arms to the bed, holding them down
above her head, kissing the soft insides of her porcelain arms as
he entered her. She arched her back, making her body an S shape, a
series of curves and hidden spots that he wanted to map and explore
and treasure.

With
great care, he slowly lowered himself over and then into her.
Plunging himself all the way into the bottom, he cried out on
pleasure and she dug those newly manicured nails into the muscular
flesh of his butt. He pressed his hips to hers, still inside, still
exploring. He wanted to coil their bodies together, but he didn’t
want to use that word; it had serpentine and therefore devilish
connotations.