She is beautifully naked against the hard dark wood of the family pew.
The committee meeting is over. Everyone else has gone home. We have stayed to "lock up." The locking done almost instantly we have retired to the sanctuary and rapidly stripped, dropping our clothes on the aisle carpet in the path my bride walked to meet me at the alter.
I kneel in that aisle, take her left big toe in my mouth, running the tip of my finger along the sole of her foot.
She moans and squirms, already too ready and needing to come.
But I am too cruel for that, too intensely here to let the moment pass. Slowly I withdraw my mouth from the big toe, and then move to the next toe, and the next, and the next, licking all five several times each as my hand continues to tease her leg.
Out of control, she has started without me, one hand on her breasts and the other between her legs as I lick and suck and stroke. Finally I run my tongue up the ankle, the calf, the knee, the thigh and then, and I know how pent up insane she must be, down the other leg to the foot and the toes and without warning to the point of all pleasure, licking hard, licking fast, and going for broke.
This was what I was going to do, lick her, make her come, make her come in my family pew, but I stop, suddenly, unable to go on.
Because it is not enough. I rise, I pull out a condom, drop my pants, pull the condom on, and sink into her, as she hisses with gratitude and wraps her legs behind my back and I fuck her, fuck her hard, hips slamming, slamming, slamming, coming, yelling, voices echoing against the vaulted ceiling of the dark sanctuary, coming and yelling, naked and fucking, fucking my girlfriend in my family pew.
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