Sinner(27)
I reach over, pulling at the buckle and unzipping his jeans. I reach in, and my eyes go wide as I pull out his…his cock. I hold in the moan as his fingers slide in and out of me, making me rock against his hand.
“It’s time.”
“Time for what?” I whisper.
“Time for you to experience the whole thing.”
I gasp. “Here?”
“Right here,” he husks into my ear. “I want to feel that pussy sliding down every inch of me.”
His fingers leave me, and his hands pull me onto his lap.
“But, what if people-”
“They won’t, angel.” He leans close, his lips right by mine. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to…do it.”
“Do what.”
“Make love to me.”
“That what you want me to do to you?”
I swallow, slowly shaking my head. “No,” I whisper.
“Then why don’t you tell me what you really want me to do to you.”
I lock eyes with him, feeling my pulse roar in my ears.
“Say it, angel.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He grins wickedly, his hands tightening on me as he pulls me against him. His cock slips against my thigh under the Sunday church dress. My legs spread, and I can feel him pressing at my center.
“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he whispers into my ear. I’m practically dripping down his cock I’m so wet.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what.”
“Please fuck me.”
He pushes the head inside, I throw my head back, my eyes go wide up at the church ceiling, and-
…And that’s when I wake up.
I wake in a sweat, shaking, my skin on fire and buzzing. I moan as I squeeze my thighs together, the telltale reminder of the filthy dream I just had still lingering between my legs.
God I’m so…wet.
It’s light outside, but still early. I groan, dropping my head into my hands.
I had a sex dream about Rowan. I freaking dreamed about having sex with Rowan in a church for God’s sake.
God.
God help me.
I’m still so wet, still so horribly, mortifyingly turned on. I twist under the covers, ignoring how terrible I know this is, and ignoring how morally wrong it is. I roll onto my front as my hands slide down my belly, fingers teasing lower. My panties are soaked, and my fingers trace over my seam through the wet cotton.
I whimper into the pillow.
Slowly, I push my panties down to my knees, my hands slipping up until I can feel the heat.
“Eva!”
I gasp, jolting around and yanking the covers up as the pounding rains down on my bedroom door again.
“Eva! Open the door!”
Chastity.
“Um, one sec!”
“Eva!”
“Hang on!”
I jump from the bed, yanking my panties up and pulling sweatpants on before I swing the door wide.
“What?”
“We’re going to be late, Eva!”
“What?”
“Did your alarm go off?”
“What time is it?”
“It’s already seven-thirty!”
Crap.
“I need to shower.”
Chastity groans. “No! Just come on, we’re going to be late for the job site.”
“We are volunteering, you know.”
She glares at me.
“Okay, okay, sorry. Hang on.”
I turn my back to her as I start to change out of the sweats and into jeans.
“Your father is going to be mad, Eva.”
“He’s always mad, Chastity.”
She gasps, and I glance back to see her holding a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Honor thy father, Eva,” she says sharply, a scandalized look on her face.
“Chas- I know.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“What?”
“You’ve just been so off since you got back from your mission trip.”
“Well, I did get dumped by my fiancé,” I spit back, yanking a volunteer shirt on.
“The Lord had other plans for him.”
“Plans like him screwing Jessica Wilkes?”
Her face goes white. “Eva!” She fans herself. “Lord, Eva!”
“Sorry.”
She takes a shaky breath, as if she’s just gone through some sort of ordeal by me saying the word “screwing”.
“Well, at least Milton is coming to meet you soon. He’s very handsome, Eva.”
“And divorced.”
“His wife left him,” she says curtly.
“Sounds familiar.”
We head down the stairs to the kitchen. “Well, his divorce has been okayed by the parish council.”
“Oh, how nice for him,” I say dryly.
“It is, Eva. It means he can marry again.”