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"I don't..."
"Would that sister want me to peel her habit off her body and kiss every inch of skin until she's panting for more?"
"I... I... you..."
Her face is a deep shade of red now and her breathing is erratic as she looks at me, not able to answer.
"Would a woman married to our lord want a man she barely knows to lay her down and show her exactly what it is she's been missing. Show her how the intimacy between a man and a woman is more of a gift from God then maybe anything else he's given us?"
"I..." She lets out the deep breath of defeat before she walks back over to where I am.
I steel myself for a smack, or for her to pick the glass of whiskey up from the table and throw it in my face. Even they are the words I wanted to hear, I don't think I'd ever be prepared for what actually came out of her mouth.
"I want that, Zeus. I don't want to fight it anymore. Please show me."
My body reacts instantly, and I grab hold of her long wool dress, pulling her toward me. My mouth captures her, and she submits to me willingly. The sounds that she's been holding back all night flowing out of her mouth now.
My hands want to have more of her, but I know I need to do this right, and taking her here in the study surrounded by dirty paper and religious garb may make her feel uncomfortable.
"Take me to your room." I tell her even though I know exactly where she lays her head. I want her to lead the way. Want this to truly be her decision.
When she gets up from my lap and grabs hold of my hand, I notice that she's still shaking a little, but her head is up and that sway in her hips is more pronounced.
She walks me to her room. I walk in and close the door behind me.
"Now, my little lamb. I've got you exactly where you need to be. Do you trust me?" I ask her, pulling the large pair of rosary beads from around her neck.
"Yes, Zeus. I trust you in this." She says, and I'm happy she's making the distinction. I'm not that good of a guy that she should trust me totally right away.
I pull the veil off her head and I stand back in awe as she allows a river of dark hair to come tumbling down from the bun where it was secured. Next is the habit itself, which pools in front of her when she pulls it off and drops it to the ground.
She stands in front of me with a simple pair of white panties and bra on, and there's only two thoughts running through my head. One is she's absolutely beautiful.
The second?
She's all mine.
11
Zeus
I've beenwith countless women but none of them were as important as Inessa is to me right now. It's not so much that she's pure but its the fact that she's giving up so much for me. Giving up what she thought was her way of life. Giving up the vows that she worked so hard to uphold and also giving up a part of herself that she can never get back.
"You should be touched every second of every day. You should be told how not even the stars in the sky could match your beauty by everyone who is blessed to be in your presence. You should be cherished. Worshiped." I grab hold of the back of her neck, and she lets her head lean back slightly. Giving me more than complete access to her lips. Offering them to me like a sacrifice.
"I'm honored that you'd choose me for this. Honored and awe struck." The words tumble out of my mouth and part of me wonders what fucking romance novels I've been reading, but I know every word I'm saying is the truth. This isn't just some quick fuck from some random woman in a bar or some woman I can wink at, and she drops her pants.
Inessa is a gift that has been wrapped up tight, waiting for just the right person to come along and show her that it's okay to be a little bad sometimes and for her to trust that I'll lead her back to the light once we're done.
"You don't have to say such things. I know what I'm doing. I want you, Zeus. I'm not having second thoughts." She says and leans up on her tip toes.
"Thank God for that." I say, and she pokes me hard in my side. I laugh slightly before I bring my head down and kiss her. Sensations erupt all over my body at the very moment my tongue touches hers.
I push her back towards the bed and I feel her sway slightly. She's not used to all these feelings and neither am I. When I fuck I want to get my nut off and quickly, but with Inessa. I pray that this never ends. I want her to come undone under me, on top of me, with my tongue lapping at her slit and my cock deep inside her. I want her to come as many times as her body will allow her, and then when I know she can't give me anymore is when I want to mark her as my own.
I jerk my face away from hers at the thought. I can't keep her. Inessa is a sister at a convent in Alaska, and I live in Las Vegas. We are two fucking worlds apart, and there's nothing that I can do to change that. I just need to accept what she is giving me now and be grateful that I'm the one she chose to give it to.
I suck on her lips and run my fingers through her long hair until it drapes over her shoulders and down her back. I push it away slightly as my mouth trails from her lips down to the side of her neck, and she lets out a soft moan. I kiss her there again, but this time instead of a moan I hear nothing. She's holding back.
