No way that this could backfire…right?
John stared in disbelief—all thoughts of guilt and shame retreating into the dark corners of his mind. Even the awful, possessive jealousy that had overtaken him back on the couch, now twisted around in his belly and moved lower to become a fierce cramp of desire.
It was a near perfect deja vu…She held his eyes and wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, giving a little squeeze and a twist as she guided him into her open mouth….The only difference was that his subconscious hadn't dared to picture her completely naked while she did so, fool that he was.
Her lips closed over the tip, cushioning her teeth, and he felt her tongue swirl around it. Then she sucked. For the second time that night, his eyes involuntarily squeezed shut in pleasure, despite his intention to watch her face. He decided not to fight it and leaned his head back against the wall with a groan, as she took hold of his hips, using the leverage to push him deeper into her mouth. Then she began to move...
Millie closed her eyes and moaned around his hardness as she felt herself growing wet. She squirmed and wiggled her bottom, trying to find a way to lean back on her heels that wouldn't accidentally grind her clit against herself as she moved her head and neck. She didn't want to be distracted, she wanted to give him this…
John felt his breath coming faster, and he carefully held himself still as she moved on his cock. He didn't want to hurt her…
She let him slide out of her mouth and her hands held him in front of her face as she licked from the underside to the tip, then took him back in, sucking hard and flicking her tongue….
His hands found her hair and he let them clench into it, but tried to keep his arms relaxed enough to move with her and not pull…
Pleasure built up in his belly and his arousal throbbed in time with her movements…still, he kept himself carefully in check…
Suddenly, an image of Millie on her knees for her husband assaulted his mind: George's cock in her mouth…his hands fisted into her hair…her moaning and squirming for him as she worked him…
Desperately, he forced his eyes open to try and banish the unwanted vision, but it lingered…The pleasure in his gut turned and twisted again—back into a visceral jealousy that left him feeling sick, and before he could stop himself, he thrust into her mouth, angrily.
His anger was replaced by shock as he watched her take the thrust with only a slight start of surprise. She recovered quickly and relaxed her throat to bring him in deeper with another moan. He could feel the softness of the back of her mouth, along with little nips of sharpness from her back teeth that she had no way to shield him from.
Carefully, he thrust again to see what she'd do. Again, she took it, this time without missing a beat.
Torn between despair and desire, John let himself continue to thrust into her mouth, cautiously setting a rhythm. She moved her hands to his hips, using them to steady herself and adapt to his movements. She was clearly experienced at this. Anger again came to the forefront as he wondered when….how…she had gotten her skills…
As her priest, he'd thought he knew everything about her. He was supposed to, it was his duty to take her confessions to God for her. But he'd had this feeling of surprised ignorance before—earlier tonight, at her kitchen table. He was now coming to understand that there were things in her mind and in her heart that she didn't speak of...even to God.
"You never confessed it..." he said, still gently thrusting into her mouth, unable to stop the rhythm he had set.
Millie's eyes flashed open and up to his face, but she was too surprised—and confused—to move.
"Whhhaa…?" She asked around her full mouth.
Realizing how ridiculous it would be to try and have a conversation with him in her mouth, she pulled her face away, sucking as she went so that he came out with a small pop!
She spit into her hand and began to use it to keep the rhythm instead, fisting up and down on his cock. She looked at him again and saw that his expression was as full of emotional pain as it was pleasure. Trying to distract herself from the pit forming in her stomach, she kept her hand moving, stopping to add more spit when needed.
Even though she was beginning to think she knew what he'd meant, she swallowed hard and tried again, hoping they weren't about to have the conversation she thought was coming…
"What?"
"Confession, Mildred," John tried to use his most priestly tone, but feared it was warped with pleasure as she continued to use her hand on him. He fought to control both his voice and his body—he would not come. He would get this out. He had to know….
"Self-pleasure is a sin…" His jaw clenched and he swallowed down his sense of shame at his own hypocrisy. All of this was a sin…"It needs to be brought to God in the confessional, not privately to me…"
Now it was Millie who felt sick, but she supposed this was her own doing—letting it slip in the kitchen the way she had. Defiantly, she resolved to at least keep him as discomfited as she felt now, having to tell him the one thing she'd planned on keeping secret.
Instead of adding more spit on her hand, she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock back into her mouth, gave a little suck and let it go. She gave a series of long licks, adding lubrication that way. Then she continued pumping him with her fist. He moaned in agonized pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his hands tightened in her hair, pulling now.
"I—couldn't…"
"Why?"
"Because I knew—I knew how you felt about me and I—I felt the same way, and…"
Her hand finally faltered, stuttering for a couple more half-hearted pumps, and then stilled as she came to the worst of it…
In response to the loss of stimulation, John's eyes opened and she took comfort in meeting his gaze. She wasn't alone, this was his doing too…
"It was you…when I touched myself…it was your hands that I imagined touching me…"
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