Page 58 of Almost Priest

He pressed again, finding that soft place hidden deep within her sex. She could tell the tissue there was softer, slightly more tender and sensitive than the other parts of her sex. Whatever it was, Samantha wanted Colin to never stop touching it.

A third finger played at her opening but didn’t quite fit with the others. The more he reached for that spot inside of her, the closer his thumb came to her clitoris. His motions grew more confident that he wouldn’t hurt her and pumped his fingers in and out of her sex with a little more force and speed.

When his thumb pressed directly on her sensitive bud, she cried out. He understood this was one of the most sensitive places on her body. He tried touching her there a few different ways, but couldn’t seem to keep any sort of rhythm with his thumb while his fingers pumped in and out of her.

Finally he grunted and shoved his fingers deep into her sex. They found that soft inner spot and pressed into it. His thumb then clamped down on her clit and rapidly strummed her. His touch caressed her most sensitive flesh both inside and out. She heard her voice echo around them as she came and cried out his name. Her body tensed and locked so tightly around him her abdomen lifted out of the water.

As her locked muscles unraveled and she came back to earth Colin suddenly began to pound his fingers in and out of her once more.

“Again,” he grunted, holding her tightly to his hip.

She looked at him about to tell him she couldn’t possibly when another climax tore over her like a tsunami washing all doubt out of its path. The inner walls of her sex fluttered and pulsed around his fingertips, as there was a heavy release of moisture from within her.

Her entire body shook as he cupped her weeping sex, his touch remained tucked deep inside of her. She was tired and disoriented. In that moment she would be incapable of even spelling her name. The only thing she was sure of was that she loved this man and letting him go would be the hardest thing she’d probably ever have to do.

Colin kissed up her neck and found her mouth. He seemed torn between wanting to kiss her thoroughly and wanting to whisper words of love to her.

His mouth opened and closed over hers. “So beautiful.” He licked at her bottom lip. “So soft.” He nibbled along her jaw. “Never have I seen something so breathtaking as you letting go.” His mouth sealed over hers and his tongue stabbed past her lips. He devoured her mouth and sent her senses spiraling once more. She became a body without bones.

When his fingers stirred within her she moaned tiredly. “Give me one more, Samantha. I know you can take it. Let me feel you one more time.”

She didn’t stop him from touching her, but she couldn’t seem to muster any more enthusiasm. She was rung out, spent, completely and totally sated. Her body jerked when his thumb coasted over her clit. She was so incredibly sensitive there. Pleasure became almost painful to endure.

Suddenly his fingers slipped out of her, causing her to feel incomplete and bereft, then they were moving toward the shore. Her body shivered as he carried her to shallow ground and the coarse sand pressed into her back. Colin’s weight settled on top of her.

He kissed her lips, her neck, the curve of her breasts. The sopping inconsequential weight of her bikini bottom wrapped around her knee vaguely registered.

“I can’t stop yet. Forgive me, Sammy, I can’t let you go just yet.”

She exerted too much energy in order to lift a hand to the side of his face. He raised his head from where he was kissing her stomach and gazed at her. So much pain and anguish and need in those deep ocean colored eyes. Her mouth was dry and her eyes could barely stay open, but she managed to form words. “S’okay, Colin. I’m yours.”

His shoulders dropped as if hearing her acceptance was an enormous relief. He laid his cheek upon her belly and whispered, “I love you.” She was too tired to say it back.

Slowly he scattered kisses across her skin, upon her belly, down her thighs, at the backs of her knees. She lay supine beneath him allowing him to touch her freely as he pleased.

Come the end of summer he’d take his vow of celibacy and never touch another woman again. She supposed she had it easy, knowing her body was the only one he would ever know. He, on the other hand, had to accept that she would someday have a husband.

Her mind returned like an explosion playing in reverse. Her body became revived with each caress. The sensation of Colin’s warm tongue licking up the crease of her sex had her propelling forward. She must have startled him, because he jumped back. His expression was that of a little boy spying on his friends older sister getting dressed, seeming contrite but still willing to do it again.

“Should I not do that?”

She loved how this big confident man was so unsure when it came to matters between man and woman. She didn’t know what to tell him. No, you don’t have to? Yes, please lick me there until I come again? It seemed so personal. Sinful. Dear God, he would be a priest soon and he wanted to put his mouth between her legs.

Something about imagining him in his Godly clothes filled her with such resentment toward the church. Damn God for taking another person from her. Well, He could have him, but she’d have him first!

Her legs spread wide and she spread her arms out in complete submission. It was the most wanton display she’d ever even contemplated let alone attempted.

“Do it again,” she tempted and Colin seemed torn between looking at her face and her glistening pink sex.

He swallowed and then dove between her legs. He licked and kissed and fucked her with his tongue. His fingers came into play and although she was slightly sore, she wanted him to keep going. The third climax she feared was now something she needed immensely.

Her knees pulled back and her toes dug into the wet sand. He gripped her ass cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. His arm drew back as his fingers lanced in and out of her. She panted with each up stroke, her voice growing needy and higher pitched the closer she came to her release. His tongue licked over her sensitized clitoris, up and down, up and down, and then he did something marvelous.

His lips closed over her clit and he sucked hard, much like he had done with her nipples. Her mind zinged and her nerves zapped like a string of lights sparking at each bulb. She shouted and wrapped her thighs around his broad shoulders. He didn’t let her go. His hands slid under her bottom and lifted her more to his mouth.

Tighter than a bow, her body finally collapsed. He licked at her slowly and softly as if cleaning her up. His cheek pressed against her thigh and he turned his face to lay a kiss there upon her tender flesh.

She wondered if she should go ahead and join a convent, because after what just happened, she was pretty sure he had ruined her for all other men.

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