"Offer me my deathless death, Good God let me give you my life. Take me to church."
"Take me, Tegan."
"Fuck." The word leaves her lips in a vicious whisper. A curse among the praises we will both be singing soon.
I watch her as she hovers over me, placing one knee near my hip and the other between my own spread legs, my hands finding her sides as she takes my face within her own. She grips my face firmly, but her touch is anything but rough. It's gentle. Caring. A touch full of admiration. It betrays the lust that's swimming within her brown pools, but Tegan is no Judas Priest. We're both believers of our own religion behind closed doors. The religion we've built.
Lightly she brushes my bottom lip with the pad of her thumb before withdrawing the touch, eyes focused and aimed on my own. It's her silent way of saying she's here with me. Her way of acknowledging my command. All I have to do is say the word and our worship service is over. Cancelled until we find ourselves in another makeshift chapel with the city lights painting our stained glass.
But I intend to do anything but call off our unholy fellowship.
No longer waiting for an objection, Tegan firmly plants her lips to mine, overtaking them in a captivating kiss. She lets her teeth graze over my bottom lip, nibbling slightly before flicking her tongue over the swollen flesh. Granting her permission, I let her tongue mesh with mine. She works the organ in broad strokes, searching every expanse of me as I carry out my own search, lapping against the hot walls of her mouth. Her taste overrides my senses and my core gives a kick in response, hands moving from their place on her sides down to her ass where they squeeze and try to drive her body down into my own.
Her hands release their hold on my face, moving to steady her as she continues to hover over me. The lack of friction makes me whine and I squeeze harder, hoping my frantic clutching will earn me my desired result. Instead, Tegan moves her mouth to my neck and nips forcefully, grunting as she does so. The action makes me call out in pain and instantly her tongue runs over the abused patch of skin, helping to soothe the sting.
The action is a warning, and I know better than to rush Tegan when she is performing her miracles on my body. But I'm enveloped in her scent, her taste, her warmth, and I'm losing the patience I need to have in order to be delivered.
A deep guttural moan escapes me as Tegan moves her mouth to the hot spot of my neck, adjacent to my jutting neck vein, just under my jaw line. She sucks at the skin there, tilting her head and working her tongue counterclockwise, making me soak through my lace underwear even more. The feeling makes me grip onto her shoulder blades, digging my nails into the soft flesh. I squirm as I feel her tongue trail up the length of my neck to my earlobe where she releases a soft, warm breath. She takes the cartilage into her mouth and sucks, biting on it gently before moving to give the other side of my neck the same treatment.
She continues to litter my body with her marks, but I'm sure her back will be in no better shape come sunrise. My nails sink deeper into her body every time she sucks at my pulse point and bites along my collarbones. When she licks along my jaw line and kisses the sensitive skin of my throat I fight for friction, dragging my short nails down her strong back. I wrap my legs around her hips and tear at her flesh as she teases her tongue around the hypersensitive skin behind my ear, still unmoving from her hovering position. I feel my body yearn for the flesh so close yet so far away as her hot mouth decorates my body with indications of her devout love, my core aching for her touch.
I feel her shift above me, removing my legs from around her waist as she stands before me. With the loss of her body heat, I suddenly become aware of how much of a sweat we've both worked up. We're drenched; our bodies covered in a slick sheen of shiny sweat. My sex is equally as drenched. My fluids taking no time to seep through my see through underwear and down my thighs to the mattress below. If our make out session is just us warming up, then I can't wait to see what becomes of us when we exercise our demons.
With a wicked smirk Tegan grips onto my hips, dragging me back towards my original place at the edge of the bed, bringing my hips to forcefully meet her pelvis. A high pitched moan leaves my lips at the eagerness of her actions, and I willingly spread them wider to allow her access. She takes her place between my knees, leaning in for another kiss. I lean on my elbows and meet her halfway, lips crashing in a collision of moans laced with lust and longing.
Her mouth detaches from mine and starts to leave light pecks across the already forming hickies on my neck and collarbones, down to my neglected breasts. When she reaches her destination her eyes connect with mine, slowly exhaling across the delicate skin there. She smirks just the slightest, licking her lips as a mischievous glint appears in her hazel eyes. Without warning, her lips latch on to my nipple, sucking and pulling the hard bud between her soft lips. I cry out at the sensation, head spinning with pleasure. I feel my arms turn to jelly, begging for me to release them of my weight and lay back on the bed, but I refuse. I want to see Tegan mark every inch of my skin with her lascivious marks, claiming me as her own.
I maintain devilish eye contact with her as she moves from one breast to the other, biting the supple skin and twirling my pink buds in her mouth. She alternates between gentle caresses and hard squeezes as she uses her hands in tandem with her tongue to work me into a whimpering mess, desperately trying to not collapse under my own body weight before she ever reaches her final objective. My body is on fire. Stinging and burning and craving more from my lover. She's the exorcist sent to cleanse my body and rid me of my worldly desires, but she is the worldly desire I indulge in.
She removes her mouth from my breasts as she adjusts her position, bringing one hand to my hip to create leverage as she remains leaning on top of me. The other begins to slowly travel up my thigh, my body responding with a deep moan as I feel her closer to where I need her the most. Feather light kisses are left on my chest, over the tops of my breasts, and along my jaw before she reconnects our lips, massaging them softly as she slips her hand underneath my lace briefs, bunching up as much of the material as she can and putting it to the side. Her lithe fingers run along my silt, easily becoming coated in my juices.
Her touch causes me to throw my head back and gasp, stars dotting my vision as I fight to take deep breaths and regain control of my breathing. She hasn't even entered me, hasn't even tasted me, and I'm already praying for mercy. She is my testimony. And as I manage to catch my breath and lean my forehead upon hers, glaring into those brown irises I have always adored, I accept the fact that she is also the one that leads me into the valley of temptation.
Gently she connects our lips, being careful to not over stimulate my body just yet. Her fingers play in my wetness, diving in between my folds and carefully tracing around my throbbing clit. We don't kiss, just leave our lips locked together, breathing each other in as she circles my entrance and rubs along my length, making me pool out around her fingers.
Hesitantly she removes her hand from my mound, pulling away from my lips with a quiet smack. She stands, forgetting her leaning position, and brings the hand that had been busying its self between my folds up to the light of the window. Their entire length shines in the moonlight, her long, slender digits coated in my sticky juices. The sight causes her to moan out, "Fuck, Sara. I make you this wet?"
It's a rhetorical question. I don't have to answer it because she already knows the answer. It's right there, coating her fingers. What she wants is an admission, a confession. So I give it to her.
Shifting my body so that I am sitting up, balancing my weight on my hands, I open my legs wider, revealing more of myself to her as I keep my eyes glued to her own. The cool air hits my hot core as I wait for her to make her move.
With a villainous expression, she places the soiled fingers at my lips, waiting for me to take them into my warm, wet mouth. Feigning timidness, I run only the tip of my tongue out along my lips and over her fingertips, softly sighing at the saccharine taste of my fluids. I give her a bit more, licking along the length of her two digits before the tease becomes more than she can handle. Gripping the back of my head tightly with her clean hand, she slams her fingers into my mouth, making me suck and lick along each digit, cleaning them thoroughly. I watch closely as her breathing becomes more erratic, her pupils going nearly completely black, the hold she has on my head ever tightening as I twirl my tongue around her fingers, moaning at my own taste. Her pussy is level with my eyes, and through the darkness of the room I can make out a faint wet patch staining her black briefs. I suck at her fingers more roughly, inhaling the scent of her sweet sex as I do. My head swirls with the sensory overload, and I swear I can feel myself almost come on the spot.
When she feels as if I've cleaned her up good enough, she releases the grip on my head and moves to bring her face level with my own. Taking my sharp jaws into her hands once again, she shoves her tongue in my mouth letting our flavors mix. The rough actions cause me to grip onto her back once again, adding to the bright red chaos of scratches I've already left upon her creamy skin. She pulls away with a moan, her breath escaping her lips and into my own, eyes still closed from our kiss. I watch as she slowly opens them, placing a tender kiss on my lips as she slowly removes her hands from my face, letting them trail down my arms and linger at my waste. Her eyes, although consumed by carnal hunger, scream vulnerability. There's something soft in this look that wasn't present there only minutes before, and quickly I understand why.
Tegan pulls away from my face, maintaining our intense eye contact as she settles herself on her knees in front of me.
I feel my body burn bright with the desire to be the one she sacrifices into the night. I want to be the soul she offers up in place of her own. I want to be her cry for forgiveness, the amazing grace she sings when finding the light. I am her alter as she kneels before me, giving herself to be baptized in the immoral acts we consistently find ourselves drowning in.
I follow her movements as she wraps her fingers under the elastic of my briefs, helping her remove them from my body with a slight raise of my hips. She guides the flimsy material down my legs and to my ankles, where she discards the fabric somewhere across the room. From her position, it's almost as if I am towering over her, and I watch as she faintly trails her fingers up my shins and over my thighs, kissing the flesh as she goes.
Her gentle lips meet the tender skin of my inner thighs and I feel my knees give an involuntarily shake. She gingerly brushes her lips across the skin, kissing one leg and moving to the other, leaving no inch of skin untouched.
Her eyes meet mine as she comes level to my spread pussy, open and dripping, ready for her to take as her own. She inhales deeply, taking in and savoring the scent of my sex before she slowly and steadily exhales the cool puff of air onto my core with a whispered "Fuck". My legs spread more on their own accord and I moan, my senses going into overdrive, the anticipation of what's to come next rapidly building inside of me. I want her to consume me whole. I want her to devour me from top to bottom. I want to unleash the beast I know that lurks under that unassuming and oblivious demeanor.
So as she reconnects our gaze after getting a good look at my sopping wet core, I place my hand under her chin and bring her up to meet my lips, leaving a soft, lingering kiss there.
Then I say the words that I know will provoke the animal inside of her, the words that will make the devil himself show his horns, "I only get wet like this for you."
And she eats. With no reservations she dives straight into my core, her long, smooth tongue running along the length of my slit collecting my wetness. My hips buck wildly at the touch, my head jerking back violently as I let out a scream, her hands clawing at the skin of my hipbones. Up and down, down and up, her tongue runs along my core, lapping at my fluids. Stiffening the muscle ever so slightly, she dips into my entrance and traces my walls before she moves her mouth to my clit. My legs lock around her instantly as she takes the engorged bundle of nerves between her lips and sucks, moaning at my taste. I feel myself pour out onto Tegan's face at the vibrations travelling through my body as they originate from her throat.
Every muscle in my upper body pleads with me to give in and lay back, to surrender to the pleasure, but the burning pain compliments the overwhelming ecstasy. It is a reminder that we should be condemned for our immoral wrongdoings, even if those wrongdoings are our own taste of heaven.
Tegan moves from sucks to licks on my clit, circling the button clockwise before changing direction and back again. From the depths of my gut I release a ferocious guttural moan, loud enough to surely warrant a noise complaint from our temporary neighbors in the room next to ours as Tegan takes my button between her teeth, nipping at the flesh before soothing it with her tongue. Working me into a frenzy, she continues her ministrations, moving her tongue from my clit, down the length of my folds, and to my entrance where she teases me with her motions. Circling, probing, massaging, repeat. I need her so much deeper but the feeling of her hot mouth on my soaked core is addicting. The stimulation is an adulterous drug my body craves, and who am I to refuse my fix when it is presented to me on a silver offering plate?
Desperately clawing at the bed sheets, I take Tegan's head into my one of my hands, tangling my fingers into her hair and pulling the chocolate locks harshly. Tegan's eyes lock with mine as she comes into view, snarling at my impassioned behavior. Her face is coated in my juices, eyes as black as the midnight sky outside of our hotel room. I whimper at the loss of contact and help alleviate the sting in her head by softly rubbing my fingers along her scalp. She lingers above my center for just a minute more, letting her gaze penetrate my own stare. She's divine, but the look on her face is beastly, demonic. She is a woman possessed, and surely I am the only one capable of purging her of such an entity.
She smirks something wicked, and I stare at her as she licks her lips, cleaning what she can of me from her mouth. Our eye contact is intense, and she lets it linger as she runs her hands gingerly down my thighs and back up to my hips. Goosebumps rise on my skin and a chill shakes my body as I gasp at the feeling, taking her head into a firm grip with my hand. Giving my hips a good squeeze, she plunges into me, her whole mouth consuming my core. I yank at her brown hair as I feel her suck my entire my pussy into her mouth, lips smacking as she pulls back and inserts her tongue into my entrance. In and out, flicking and curling, her tongue makes my legs shake and body whimper. She's eating me as if I'm the last supper. Feasting on my soul and indulging in my juices as if I'm fine wine.
I pull her further into me with my grip on her head, legs wrapping tighter around her body as my hips throw themselves into her face on their own accord. I'm practically riding her tongue. Chanting her name into the night as if it's a sweet prayer meant to deliver me from evil. Her nose hits my button on every thrust, causing me to seize at the bed sheets with my empty hand, my hand meshing with the messy hair on her head, tugging on the strands as I throw my head back in euphoria.
I feel her propel her tongue deeper, stroking at my walls as she takes all of me into her mouth. I squirm, the pleasure almost becoming unbearable as my hips contradict my actions, riding her face more wildly than I were. Growling, Tegan locks her hands onto my bum and brings my body closer to her, her tongue traveling deeper than ever before. I feel the burning feeling in my gut start to build and my legs begin to shake as she sucks at my folds, running her tongue along my length before she enters me again. My orgasm is coming like a freight train at full speed, and I feel the warm feeling spread out to my limbs and up my neck as Tegan caresses me with her muscle, deeply in, flicking lightly as she pulls out shallowly.
Before I can shout her name to the heavens in praises of sweet salvation, a loud clap of thunder and sharp bolt lightning draw us out of our invocation. We both gasp, jumping at the unexpected act of Mother Nature. Like second nature I reach for Tegan's hand, abandoning my hold on the abused bed covers beneath me. She intertwines our fingers as I find her face in night, another low rumble of thunder rolling through the sky. I feel my heart rate come down from its amplified rate as the adrenaline from the scare wears off, a shaky breath finds its way passed my lips, a feeble whimper following at the loss of Tegan's tongue from my center. Gently she raises our hands to her face where she kisses my knuckles faintly, as I detach my grip from her head and run my hand through her hair, smoothing out the wild locks.
She stands, keeping our hands interlaced as she keeps her hazel eyes on my own. They shine audaciously under the light of the moon and the bright streaks of lightning that cut through the sky, lust tainting the pure adoration I can usually find there. I get lost in the dangerous sanctity as she brings our connected hands up to her lips, kissing my palm. Slowly she drags my hand down her body, her mouth open with ragged breaths as I moan at the feeling of having her defined muscles glide beneath my fingertips. She stops just short of the waistband of her boxer briefs, flattening my palm against the skin over her lower abdominal muscles. She removes her hand from mine, placing it along the waistband of her underwear, her other hand resting under the elastic material on her waistline.
Looking up at her, I don't dare move my hand from where it rests or think about breaking the eye contact between us. As tempted as I am to strip her myself, I know better than to try and take matters into my own hands. Tegan is in control. She is the preacher delivering the sermon. She is responsible for doing god's will as it should be done tonight.
Commanding, I listen to her voice husk in her low timbre, "Lay down, Sara."
I scoot back on the bed, my eye contact never faltering as I bring my head to rest on the fluffy hotel pillows. Running her thumbs under the waistband of her briefs, she ducks her head slightly and bites her lips before ridding herself of the last piece of clothing covering her body.
Gorgeous. There's no other word to describe her as I voice my appreciation at the site of her nude body before me. She's absolutely gorgeous. Even that word doesn't seem to do her body justice. She's mouthwatering. The forbidden fruit I'm dying to get a taste of. This is our Garden of Eden, and she is the sin I am ready to commit.
Climbing onto the bed, Tegan runs her palm along my body, stopping when she reaches my breasts. She takes one into her hand as she leans to kiss me, belying her sweet kiss with a rough squeeze to the tender skin of my mound. She works the flesh there for a minute, kissing me deeper as she massages my chest, our tongues meshing to allow me to get a taste of myself on her tongue. She nips at my chin before pulling away, hand moving to rest on the soft skin underneath my breast. "On your side, and face the window. I want you to see how the world stops when I make you come" the confident words are raspy as they leave her mouth, making my core drench and leaving my body in chills.
Obediently I turn towards the window, feeling Tegan take her place behind me. She wraps me in her arms, one forearm under my neck resting on my chest plate, another draped over my midsection. Strategically she intertwines our legs, throwing one back over hip as she locks the other in place with her own leg, forcing me to be wide open and exposed. I whimper as the cool air hits my hot cunt, my hips buck looking for any kind of friction to soothe the need. Tegan tilts my head towards her and connects our lips as she tenderly rubs her hand along my flesh, letting it travel from its place on my stomach up to palm a breast quickly, then back down where she lets it tickle along my hipbones and down my thighs. I moan at the stimulation, subconsciously grinding my back into her front, where I feel her wet sex leak onto my skin. The feeling makes me feel frantic, and I have to control the urge to break the hold she has on me and climb on top of her.
I deepen the kiss and tangle a hand in her hair as our tongues flick and curl around each other's, her hand continuing its teasing as it sketches my flesh. On each trip she takes her strokes closer and closer to my mound, her fingertips brushing the freshly shaven patch of skin as she sucks on my bottom lip. Faster than my brain can process, she is cupping my mound in her hand, squeezing as she bucks her hips into my bum, both of us breaking our passionate kiss to release a moan. Her index finger dips into my folds as she attaches her lips to my neck, sucking along the already forming marks from our heated foreplay. The hand I have tangled in her hair tugs forcefully, and I moan her name loudly as she moves the digit down my silt and to my entrance. Already I am begging, calling her name into the oblivion as I pray for release.
I gasp as her finger dips into me, taking my breath away. She paces herself with her strokes, entering only a bit at first and massaging my walls before she goes any deeper. Slowly she repeats the process, stretching my walls to her already accommodated fingers. My hips grind and drive themselves upward, chasing her touch as it leaves me only to find me again. When she's finally filled me to her knuckle, she strokes my walls, turning me into a moaning, whimpering mess. I pull at her hair and grind back into her sex, feeling her damp, sweat covered skin against mine when she begins to pick up the pace. Turning her steady rhythm into a pattern of deep plunges, she bites at my shoulder blade, nipping along the skin there before she moves to suck on the skin at the back of my neck.
The warm feeling begins to bubble inside of my abdomen again, the tingling feeling of an approaching high spreading from my core. I will myself to not fall apart so quickly, even if Tegan's touch is something I've never been able to downplay. The feeling of her body on mine feels too good, the feeling of her inside of me feels too good, and the feeling of her tongue and teeth working at the skin of my neck feels too good. I want to revel in it. I want to bask in it as she relieves me of my transgressions from the inside out.
As if Tegan senses my internal struggle, she adds a second finger to the mix. I blink back stars as I feel her fill me to the brim, my free hand reaching back and scratching at the skin along her thighs. I dig my nails into the flesh; I know the marks I will leave her with will match the ones I left upon her back, the ones I always leave upon her back.
She wastes no time in increasing the intensity of her movements. Her thrusts are fast and rough as she drives her sopping core into my ass, her fingers entering me deep and hard. The sound of skin on skin echoes off of the hotel walls, mixing with the sound of the pouring rain and roaring thunder outside to create a soundtrack of irreligious anthems. Tegan's mouth stays busy as it nips and licks at the soft skin behind my ear. Her heavy exhales land on my neck as she grunts with each thrust, her free hand moving to my breast to knead the voluptuous skin. The city lights are obscured as the raindrops beat and trickle down the hotel window, but our cathedral remains illuminated by the blinding flashes of lightning that litter the sky. Tegan's fingers hit a deep spot inside of me and I cry into the night, the tingling feeling in my core almost becoming too intense as it travels along my limbs. Over and over she sends her fingers into my pussy to hit the same deep spot, stroking the spongy flesh before she withdraws the digits and does it again.
Spots begin to cloud my vision, swirling with the rainbow speaks of light that reflect and gleam off of the raindrops and in through the window. My legs shake and threaten to trap Tegan's pumping hand between them. My neck goes tense and I feel my voice fail me as I try to vocalize my pleasure. The bubbling feeling in my gut explodes out throughout every nook and crevice in my body. Tegan's fingers forget their job of tugging and caressing my breasts as she brings them to tilt my head towards hers.
And I lose control.
My eyes snap shut as my walls contract violently around Tegan's fingers. I come hard, my juices gushing out onto the mattress below. Her lips seal mine, stealing away my loud moans as she presses and pushes her tongue against my own. Her fingers continue to work inside of me as I ride out my high, the contractions in my center causing my whole body to seize against Tegan's.
This is what heaven feels like, I'm sure.
My body is weightless, numb to the outside world. My head is swimming with immeasurable nirvana. My senses overloaded with the sweet taste of my love on my lips, her scent invading every desperate breath I take. My muscles going limp as I collapse in Tegan's strong, soft arms.
I do not need any pearly gates as I lazily open my eyes to meet hazel orbs, smiling and shining at my own. This is my heaven. Without it, it is hell.
Gingerly she removes her fingers from my core, and I watch as she takes them in-between her own lips, cleaning me from her. The sight makes me release a feeble moan, but my body is too exhausted to want to indulge again. Instead I grin sleepily at Tegan and untwist my body from hers with a whimper, feeling the soreness seeping into me already. Tegan helps me get situated on my side so that I can face her, resting my hands on the nape of her neck.
I get lost as I gaze into her honey colored irises, smiling a small, content smile as she smiles the same smile at me. "You okay?" her voice has lost its low, husky tone, but it still comes out hoarsely. I nod, whispering out my own hoarse "Yeah" in response. Her smile grows as she wraps her arms tight around me, pulling me into her. I nuzzle into the skin of her chest and place a kiss at her collarbone, feeling her leave a similar kiss on the top of my head.
I allow myself to savor the moment and get lost in my thoughts. Our night of devout love making has come to a close, freeing us of the weight of our impurities. Tomorrow that weight will be back. No longer will we be able to testify, but instead we will be forced to justify. Tomorrow the regret and guilt that comes with carrying such a cross will return. But this cross is a burden of our choosing.
It is our choice to not rejoice in our faith with the world, and it is our choice to only preach of it when no one else is around.
This is a faith that isn't meant for anyone else.
It is a faith neither of us chose.
But would we deny it if given the chance? Would we become the Judas Iscariot of our own doctrine?
I refuse to believe so. But my belief is lying next to me. And I hear that beliefs can change.