She moaned, half pain, half pleasure; she passed the halfway point, and gravity sank her down the rest of the way, then she was fully seated on my cock.
I felt her barrier break. This first she’d given me, she’d given without fear. It was a mighty gesture. A fearsome thing. I wasn’t sure I’d ever met a braver woman than Katarina Dmitrova, a girl who could still smile and joke and laugh and love after all she’d been through. A woman who saw right through the act I put on for others to the tarnished soul I really was, and still take me inside herself.
“Fuck,” I muttered, and pulled her closer to my chest. Her cuntsqueezed my cock like it was trying to snap it right off. It was painful, honestly, and she had to feel the same.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
She nodded. She had her hands curled in fists on her lap, and her body tensed, absorbing the pain.
“It hurts me to hurt you,” I admitted, a whispered confession. “But I don’t mind it.”
“Because?”
“Important things... hurt. Life-changing thingshurt. So hurt... and hurt me back, so we’ll always remember it. This, and us, together here. The beginning of it all.” My words traced against her temple.
She shook in my arms, held together through sheer determination and desire.
I circled her clit again, and slowly, oh so slowly, the tension melted from her. Her cunt stopped trying to strangle me, and new wetness flooded down my shaft. I lifted her an inch and then let her fall.
Her breath stuttered, and she grimaced.
“I know I’m big, but I know you can take me. No one else could fit me like you do. We were designed to fit,” I said to her, lifting her and lowering, lifting and lowering, all while rubbing her clit.
She started to move on her own, her inner muscles cramping less now and sucking me in instead.
“That’s it. That’s perfect. Fuck, you are perfect, inside and out,” I said on her lips and kissed her.
Below, Pavol droned on in his fake mass, reading words he had no right to. It could have felt wrong. Craven, even, to be joined like this with Katarina in a holy place... but it didn’t.
It felt sacred. It felt like a benediction. She was my salvation and all I needed.
Slowly, she grew more confident, rising and falling and fucking me with abandon. The sound of flesh slapping filled the air, and I could only hope they couldn’t hear it below, because I wasn’t stopping. No fucking way. Not when I was this close to heaven.
I thrust up into her as she rode me hard, moving instinctively on me, bucking her hips and finding her rhythm. When I pulled away from the kiss, she let out a moan that I was sure was going to send someone up here to investigate. Then I’d have to stop to carve their eyes out right there, before the cross, for daring to look at my angel when she came undone. I slid my hand over her mouth, silencing her moans, and she licked at the pads of my fingers, working me faster and faster. She’d never done this before, and yet, nature had taken over. Her body urging her to take what it needed, driving her to come, pushing her onward. It was the greatest thing I’d ever experienced. Transcendent.
Her eyes bulged as she got close, and worry flashed across her brow.
“It’s okay, Kat. You’re going to come, and I’m going to be right here, holding you when you do. Nothing can hurt you. No one can take you. I’m here, and I won’t let you go,” I whispered to her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and I felt her lips mouth my name against my hand. Then she tightened all around me. Her pussy squeezed tight, sealing me inside her, and she went rigid in my arms.
I couldn’t hold back one more second. Cum surged, hot as lava and fast as lightning from my balls and into her. I came endlessly, locked in a moment of perfect peace. The feeling of her all around me, my arms filled with her, the smell of her skin in my nose, the peace and quiet of the church, the drone of the faraway mass... Even the wooden pew beneath me was comfortable.
A perfect moment, frozen in time, ours forever.
When she was peaceful, her body slack and sated, I carefullypulled off my dog tags, on a long chain and never missing from my neck, and reached for the small necklace she always wore. It was a tiny crucifix on a chain. I took the cross off and slid it onto the chain holding my dog tags. There. Both of us together on the chain. The symbol of my commitment to this woman. For years, abroad in foreign lands, I hadn’t cared if I lived or died. Only the dog tags would be left to identify my body. Wherever they fell, that’s where my body would take its last breath and finally leave this world. Now, though, they were no longer mine to hold. They were hers... as was my life. Now, she held it in the palm of her hand.
I passed the chain over her head and tucked it into her sweater.
“What’s this?”
“Let’s call it a promise.” I smoothed her hair back.
Below, the patients of Hallow Hall shuffled to their feet and started to sing.
“Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?”