Chapter Eight
Clara
Lust raged through Clara. She’d dreamed of Mark for so many years, and now here she was with him again, intimately. And it felt so right, even though it was so wrong—what the hell were they going to do about that?
Marriage. Wedlock. Commitment before God.
Those words filled her mind. An image of a long, white dress she’d seen in a local bridal shop hovered before her. Flowers on stands. Hymns bursting with happiness. Confetti and laughter leading to gray hair, slippers, and contentment.
“Clara, please … don’t stop. I need…”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence to for her to know what he wanted. The desperation in his voice told her he felt the same as she did.
She pushed thoughts of walking down the aisle to one side, and continued her task.
His cock was long and thick and so damn hot. As she ran her thumb over the tip a slick of pre-cum coated it.
She wanted more. She wanted all of him. His heart, his soul, his future.
Slowly she sank to her knees, being sure to touch her body to his as she went. She wanted him to know this was what he could have forever. All he had to do was ask the question.
“Clara, what…”
“Shh.” She released his cock momentarily to push his black trousers down to his thighs. She made sure his boxers went with them.
His cock sprang forward from a nest of dark pubic hair and quickly she took it in her hand again.
Tipping forward, she swiped her tongue over the tip.
He moaned and ran his fingers into her hair.
Stretching her mouth wide, she took him deep and was rewarded with his long, low groan. Something in her memory pinged to life. She’d heard him make that sound before. So long ago … but that sound was for her ears only.
Pulling up, she used her hands to stroke his saliva-coated shaft, then sank onto him again. Her heart was thudding, and she was damp between her legs.
“Clara, oh, have mercy.” He canted his hips toward her and she hugged him with her tongue as he went deeper. “I don’t stand … a chance.”
She drew back and looked up at him. “Why would you want to have a chance?”
“Right now, I have no idea.” His cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing fast. He ran his finger around his dog collar. Clara didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so sexy in her entire life.
Once again, she closed her mouth around him and allowed him to smooth over her tongue. She did it twice more, then was aware of him stooping and gripping her beneath her arms.
He pulled her to standing, catching her mouth in a ravenous kiss as he did so.
She clung to him, her knees weak and her spine feeling like dust. He shot his tongue into her mouth and ground his cock up against her abdomen.
After a moment, he pulled back. “You’ve got too much on.”
“So have you.” She started on his shirt buttons, the bottom one first, and quickly worked her way up. He undid his collar and tossed it aside.
It landed on the chair, an open circle. For a moment, they both stared at it, and then Clara set her hands on his hair-coated chest and leaned in close. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, but only you.” He returned his attention to her, then lifted her dress upward, tugging it with his fingers until it came up over her hips, her waist, then her head. “It could only be you.”
He added her dress to the chair, next to his dog collar.
“Though I may well go to hell for this,” he said, slipping his hands around her back and undoing her bra.
“No, you won’t.” She giggled as the cups loosened from over her breasts. “Well if you are, I’m coming with you.”
For a moment she thought he’d laugh, or smile, but he didn’t. His expression was deadly serious as he stooped and took her left nipple into his mouth.
“Mark…” she gasped, holding his head. “Yes, like that.” Damn it, he remembered how she liked it, his teeth compressing a little, also some suction, and caressing her flesh at the same time.
He switched to the opposite breast. Clara squirmed and arched her back. She wanted to make love to him. The need to have him inside her was growing, building like a tsunami. They weren’t kids any more. They were consenting adults, a few complications true, but right now, the only thing that could happen was Reverend Mark burying deep and driving them both to orgasm.
We should wait.
I can’t.
“Please.” Was she begging? She wasn’t sure. It didn’t really matter. She tugged him away from her chest. “Please, now … we’ve waited so long.”
His eyes flashed, and a moment of indecision crossed them. But before she could question it he stood tall and pulled her close. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the sofa and he was dragging at her knickers.
She kicked them aside, her pussy trembling with want. “Come to me,” she said, holding out her arms.
He loomed over her, his cock angled toward her pussy. “Clara, I’m … I need you.”
“And I need you. How can something so right be wrong?”
“I don’t know.” He closed his eyes. “Clara…”
She wrapped her arms around his torso and drew him closer. His cock nudged her entrance, and she wrapped her legs around the back of his and encouraged him in.
As he did, stretching her wide, he stared into her eyes. She felt as though he were looking into her soul, seeing the very core of her being. She held his gaze, unwavering, even though taking him required concentration. He’d always been big.
On and on he went. She cupped his cheek, marveling at the rapt expression on his face. When finally his balls pressed up against her, he blew out a breath.
“How does it feel?” she whispered.
“Better than I could ever have imagined.”
She smiled. “Now move, with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, then groaned as she clenched her pussy muscles. “Not fair, you want to have fun or not.”
“Oh, I’m having lots of fun.”
“Can I at least try and last more than thirty seconds?” He withdrew a little then pushed back in.
“Oh, you will.” She lifted her hips, and his body dragged over her clit. “Don’t know how long I will … though, with you doing that.”
He smiled then caught her mouth in a kiss. As he began to pump in and out of her, working her clitoris and her G-spot, she gave herself up to the man she’d never stopped loving and wanting. It was clear whatever it was between them was impossible to ignore or fight. It was simply too strong. There had to be more for them. A life together.
They kissed until Clara was breathless and her sweat-damp breasts were sliding on his chest. A wonderful pressure had built within her. She wanted to claim her orgasm, allow it to ravage her.
But she wanted to share the moment with Mark.
“Come with me,” she gasped. “Please.”
“I can’t hold off,” he groaned. “You haven’t…”
“I am … now.” She gave into bliss and allowed herself to tumble into climax. She clung to him her nose pressed to his as she bucked her hips.
“Ah, yeah.” He upped the pace, thrusting hard and desperately. “I am … in you.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She slapped her hands onto his ass and dug her nails into his flesh. “With me. Come with me.” Her orgasm extended as he pumped out his release. He moaned, and his eyelids squeezed shut.
As he slowed then stilled, she held him tight. He buried his face in her neck, his fast breaths warming her skin.
Her pussy clamped around his cock in small aftershocks, and a delicious sense of satisfaction ran through her. She was with Mark. What else mattered in her world?
Eventually he raised his head and looked down at her. “I guess I’ve well and truly blown my virginity.”
“In every sense of the word.” She grinned and pushed his hair from his face.
He smiled back. “Thank goodness it was with you.”
“I feel the same.”
“You do?”
“Of course.”
“Well in that case you’ll say yes.”
“Yes?”
He lifted up, pulling out of her, then eased her legs together. “Sit,” he said, reaching for her hand and tugging.
She did as he’d asked then watched as he dropped to the floor, onto one knee.
“Mark, what are you doing?”
He took her hand in his. “I vowed to God and to myself to never to have sex out of wedlock, and now I have. And the only thing I can think to do about that is to make you my wife as soon as possible.”
She shook her head and pressed her fingers to her lips. Had she heard him right? Were her dreams about to come true?
“Mark, you don’t know what you’re saying.” He must be full of hormones—crazy lusty, post-coital hormones.
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” He kissed the back of her hand, over her ring finger, and this time she let him. “It’s always been you, for so many years, and I’m not letting you go again, Clara. I want you in my life and my bed for as long as we both shall live.” He paused, and a shard of uncertainty crossed his face. “Please say yes and do me the very great honor of being my wife.”
She stared at his handsome face and knew her heart beat only for him. Her faith was strong, as was her desire to marry and have children, and Mark was the one for her. There was no disputing that fact. And if marrying him, the quicker the better, meant they could indulge in more earth-moving, life-affirming sex, then there was only one answer, and it had been there all along.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“You will.” His eyebrows lifted, and he widened his eyes.
“Yes, and the sooner the better so we can spend all day, every day in bed.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I think I can manage that, but are you happy about being a vicar’s wife? It comes with added pressure and community commitments.”
“Mark, I think I was born a vicar’s wife.”
“I think you were, too.” He reached forward and cupped her cheeks. Their mouths met in a long, contented kiss. Clara had never been so happy, Mark had been worth the wait, and now they’d have a lifetime of togetherness to look forward to and, she hoped, enough orgasms to match the stars in the Heavens.
The End