Chapter Ten
Delilah
I gaspas his hands slide over me, and I moan into his lips as his tongue seeks mine. There’s a fierceness to his kiss and a hunger in his grip, and I melt against his lap eagerly and willingly. I know this is wrong, and sinful, but I also can’t say no to it. I don’t want to say no this time, because I want this with every part of my soul—damned or not.
Gabriel’s hands tease back over my waist, and his fingers slip under the hem of my tank top. He grips it tightly, and I whimper as he begins to peel it up, over my skin. I tremble, gasping into his mouth as he pulls it higher and higher, until it’s bunched just under my breasts. I know I could stop him. I know I could end this now, and walk away, and it’s not like he’d force me, even with how much bigger than me he is, and how strong he is.
But I’m not going to do that. Tonight, I’m saying yes, and I’m not stopping any of this.
He tugs, and I gasp as the tank top slips up, teasing across my nipples as he pulls it higher. He tugs it free of my hair and tosses the soaked tank top away, and then his hands are on me again, his arms tight around me as he pulls me against him. I whimper, feeling my nipples drag over his rock-hard chest as his mouth devours mine.
My pulse races, and I moan as I feel something hard and throbbing pulse between my legs. I know what it is, and it both scares and thrills me. He’s so hard against me, and I can feel every inch of this thick, pulsing length beating against me, from my pussy through my panties all the way to my bare tummy. My heart beats like a drum, and slowly, haltingly, I drop my hand between us.
I tremble, pushing my hand lower and lower, until suddenly, my fingers brush something hot, and silky and hard as steel. I gasp haltingly, trembling as my fingertips brush over the swollen head at the tip of him.
“Oh my God,” I gasp quietly into his mouth. My hand slips lower, and slowly, my fingers slip around his girth. And oh my God is right.
Gabriel is huge.
He’s very, very big, and when my hand doesn’t even close around his size, my heart skips. Again, it’s somehow both scary and thrilling at the same time, like I’m excited and very, very nervous at the same time. My fingers flutter up and down his length, and I gasp at how hard he is under such soft, silky skin.
“You can grip it harder,” he growls into my lips.
Right, this is a lesson: a practice, if you will, for the real world. With my preacher. No big deal. Definitely not a Hell-fire worthy sin at all.
But even if I know this is wrong, I can’t, and I won’t, stop. I wrap my fingers around him tighter, and when he growls when I stroke again, a fiery feeling blazes through me. I slide my grip up and down him again, and Gabriel hisses as he grabs me hard and bruises my lips with his kiss.
I keep stroking him as he devours my lips, his tongue dueling with mine. His big hands slide down over my butt, and I whimper when he squeezes me through them. His cock twitches and throbs in my hand against my tummy, and my core tightens and quivers in heat.
Suddenly, he pulls away from the kiss and takes my hand from him. I frown, and I’m worried that I’m so terrible that he’s calling this whole thing off, when he suddenly, stands, spins us, and then spins me around. I gasp as he pushes me forward, bending me over the edge of the baptism tank with my knees on the seat he was just in and my butt up in the air, out of the water.
“Gabriel—”
“Bend over,” he hisses darkly in my ear, which sends a thrill through my core I’ve never felt before. It’s sexy, but there’s this dark edge to it that has my breath catching and my pulse quickening.
“I want you to bend the fuck over for me, bad girl,” he growls into my ear, making me moan as my eyes roll back.
His fingers slip under the sides of my soaked panties, and I whimper as he starts to peel them down off of my hips. They slip away, and slide down over my butt, and my face goes crimson. I can feel the soaked cotton peeling away from between my legs, and it sends this electric feeling sizzling through me. He tugs them down my thighs, and my face burns hotly.
For the first time ever, I’m naked in front of a man. Naked, and shamefully bent over, letting him see everything. I know I should be mortified or disgusted with my own behavior. My God, I should be running away from here and him as fast as I can.
But I don’t feel or do anything of those things. Bent over the edge of the tub like this, feeling Gabriel’s heated gaze tease over me, I feel nothing but desire and pleasure.
He lowers himself behind me, and when I feel his hands grip my butt and spread me open, I blush furiously.
“Gabriel, what are you—”
“I’m doing this, beautiful.”
Suddenly, I feel it, and the axis of my entire world shifts. I see stars as the pleasure explodes through me. I see pure fire and white light when I feel something wet and hot, and so good slide over my bare pussy. I suddenly realize it’s his tongue, and I whimper and blush.
“Wait, Gabriel, that…” I gasp as he does it again. “That’s not… that’s dirty.”
I growls behind me. “I disagree.”
“It’s… it’s a sin,” I gasp.
“Where exactly in the bible does it forbid licking pussy?”