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20. Bro
21. My beautiful flower
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Chapter fifteen
Kalina
Do you ever feel like the faces in the icons are judging you? That is exactly how I feel at this moment. All the saints are looking down on me, knowing exactly what I am doing. I challenged my husband this morning, and I don’t know if he caught the hint. So I am here in the Nave waiting to see if he took my bait. As sure as the sun rises, my husband walks through the doors, the look of lust in his eyes. Our eyes lock from across the room. He closes the distance between us with giant strides.
“Now what could moy prekrasnyy Tsvetok1 be doing in here? All alone. Praying?” He teases.
My heart is racing. I know what I am thinking has to be a huge sin. Part of me is internally screaming, but the other part of me is begging for him to come to touch me. The look he is giving me is enough to soak my panties. I can feel my arousal wet my thighs. He picks me up in his arms and walks toward the wall of the church. I take only a moment to know where he is taking me. The cathedra, seated against the west wall. My heartbeat is so rapid I am sure he can feel it with us being chest to chest.
Lenya lowers me onto the seat of the cathedra. The adrenaline that is coursing through my body is making me tremble. Father Ireni would not welcome us back if he caught us. Hundreds of candles illumined the church. There was enough light to get caught.
“Lift the skirt of your dress, Lina.” I do as I am told, exposing my pussy. My thin underwear shows how aroused he is making me. He sucks in a breath, “Lina, I don’t even have to touch you to know these are soaked.” My breathing is deep. I am so turned on and he hasn’t even begun his sweet torture. He gets on his knees before me, his hands grab onto the side of my underwear, and with little force, he rips them off.
He shoves them in his pocket. His face is so close I can feel his hot breath on my entrance. He looks up at me and says, “You remember how I told you I wanted to bring you in here after we were married? How I wanted to sit you here, on the Bishop’s throne, and worship your pussy.” My thoughts are racing.
He leans in and with the lightest stroke of his tongue, my eyes roll. He lifts my legs, draping them over each arm of the chair, opening me to him. In doing that, my ass is on the edge of the chair. He caresses my thighs as his tongue laps at my arousal, then up to my clit. It's so sensitive already. I am already fighting the sensation building in my core. I don’t want this to end so soon.
“Fuck, malyshka2. You’re delicious. I never get enough of how good you taste.” He says as his tongue swirls around my clit. As if he can sense that I am close, he pulls back.
“Have you ever touched yourself, Lina? Have you ever made yourself come?” He asks. My arousal is all over his face. It's glistening in the candlelight. I shake my head no. I am already missing the touch of his tongue.
Lenya rises and takes a few steps back and sits back on his heels. “Touch yourself, Lina. I want you to feel how wet you are. You are the sexiest fucking woman in the world.”
I run my hand down my stomach and dip my finger inside, gathering my arousal on my finger. I bring my hand to my clit and start circling. This is my first time doing this. I'm probably embarrassing myself. Knowing I am getting too lost inside my head. My eyes are closed.
“Eyes on me, Tsvetok3. Don’t think about how you should do it. Think about how it feels.”
With my eyes on him, I think back to how good his tongue feels on my clit. How full I feel when he is thrusting inside of me. Dipping my finger inside, I try to find that spot that when Lenya hits it; I see stars. Using a finger inside of me and my other hand to rub my clit, I find a rhythm that feels good.
“God, Lina,” I look down and Lenya’s cock is so hard it's straining in his slacks.
“I need you,” as I am working myself, but I know it's his touch I need.
He rises and lifts me from the chair. Standing me up for only a moment, he unbuckles his pants and tugs them down, along with his boxers. He sits on the chair and pulls me to him. “Turn around and face the church,” he tells me.
The church looks so beautiful when it is just candles and icons. “Lift your arms, Lina,” he lifts my dress above my head. “Now, back up a little.” He grabs ahold of my hips and helps me climb on top of him.
“Lean back into my chest, malyshka4,” I grab onto the arms of the chair for support, “Now sit on your throne.”
His cock slides inside me, filling me up so perfectly. His hands rock my hips forward and back. Then he lifted me enough to where I felt some emptiness before he thrusts back inside me. He continues to thrust inside of me.
“You are my communion, Lina. I worship God through worshipping you.” He reaches one hand around and starts working my clit as he thrusts. I lean into him and my soft moans start getting louder.
“Louder, Lina,” he says through his moans, “I want all the saints to know just how good I am making you feel right now. Come for me, malyshka5.”
My orgasm is at its breaking point and with one last thrust and stroke of his finger, I am crashing. The walls of the Nave resound the scream that left my lips. Lenya doesn’t stop. His thrust quickens as he chases his release, and with one hard last thrust, he fills me. I lean into him, panting and physically spent. Without a moment to rest, he is leaning down to grab my dress. He pulls it over my head and yanks it down.
“As much as I want to sit here and rest for a moment, that scream that was music to my ears has probably caught the attention of Father Ireni.” He lifts me and pulls up his pants.