As Billy spoke her insistence, the words melting into Michael's mind pushing him on. This moment, her body, here alone with eachother, was to do with as he wished. Almost enough to drive him over the edge but he still retained some measure of control over his own wants, his own needs.
When he broke from the kiss, pressing the cigar to her soft pink lips. The priest watched with a gaze that could only be described as entranced as she wondered her tongue up the shaft of the cigar. He almost shivered with delight, never had he known a woman to drive such passion in him, to have him at an almost feverish hight of ecstasy, before he was even undressed. As she bite down on the thick cigar, he succumbed to an audiable groan, close enough to her that she would have heard the exact pitch of his vocal cords as he surrendered it to her.
His order being followed without a word being spoken, a simple hand gesture, was all she required to understand exactly what he wanted. His eyes fixed with hers as she stood looking over her shoulder. He refused to break the connect as if breaking it show admit the power she held over him at that moment.
As she bent down to retrieve something from her duffle bag Michael's eyes couldn't help but wonder lower. His gaze now fixed on the only other item that remained covering her lower body, so that all he could see was the perfect silhouette of her figure as the fabric cringed tight to her skin as she bent over.
As she lowered herself back on to his lap, the rest had only brief, an interval easing the pressure momentarily, she sat back down it becoming clearly evident to both of them that the teasing, the foreplay had done its work. Even through the fabric of their clothes, a hard and unrelenting desire could clearly be felt between them. A soft moan would be escape as once again the weight of her small frame would be applied, pressing it against his skin.
He felt her hands move down his sides lower and lower they crept. He closed his eyes in a euphoric bliss as he awaited. Her hand slipping to his inner thigh, a tugg on his belt and then...nothing, his eyes opened as he looked down to see the wrapped condom between his shirt and belt.
His eyebrow raised and a smirk grew from the corner of his mouth to the full extent of his flustered face. He glanced over to the bed, the disapproving stare of the Virgin Mary above it as she looked on, an unwilling spectator. He gave the picture a wink. If yer don't like it, don't watch...not like I'm not goin' ta' hell already, might as well break another one of the holy father's wee rules. He glanced back down at the condom, the smirk still on his face.
His hands raising up gripping her sides, a strong, firm grip as he bent her forwards slightly. His right hand moving up her back, slowly his fingernails digging into her flesh as his fingers worked up to her neck, then into her hair. Entwining his fingers in her auburn locks. he took a grip of it pulling firmly, enough to raise her chin up, her neck exposed as he began kissing up her spin. The grip remaining tight, his left hand securing her side.
His kisses trailed up her skin softly until her reached her bra. Pulling again on her hair but not too hard to cause any significant pain as his head tilted to the side, the young priests mouth when to the clasp and he bit down pushing his tongue forward and over the hook freeing her.
His hands slowly moved trailing over her skin again. His fingernails tracing the details of her now naked back, the intricate patterns he would follow down pushed forward around her, raising the fabric of her bra up and firmly cupping her breasts as his hands now covered her. Fingers gripping tight as his hands enveloped her. Lips finally down on the last inch of her that he had left without being graced by his kiss.
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