20: Taste of Heaven

"A-Ahhh," he screamed in his husky voice, and such a sexy sound was music to Khana's ears. She sucked deeper in and out, sucking out his soul. Henry could not understand himself as if he's gone insane.

Henry's hand was on Khana's hair, and even though he didn't mean to, a hand was already pulling the lady's hair. It didn't hurt the lady, but instead, it excited her more. 

At the back of Khana's head, her mind has been saying, "I guess, I'm driving you crazy, huh? How about I suck you harder?"

She licked the tip of it as if it were her favorite lollipop. The guy's thing was big and just right in size, six inches long. It was just her type, a plaything between his legs that was not too short or long, yet not too small and too big, just enough to fit her mouth and her flower.

Shortly after, she felt something was coming up, and Khana wasn't wrong. A white sticky thing has defiled her mouth. She was satisfied, but there was more she wanted than having the restless guy's 'thing' defiling her mouth...

She wanted to feel his warmth inside hers, just like that old time when they got stuck somewhere and they relied on their body's heat. She had forgotten how it felt back then, but all she remembered was she liked it so much.

Khana stared at the priest seated on the dark coffee-themed couch since she wanted to see the desire in his gaze. However, Henry's eyes were closed. Thus, the lady accepted that there was where they'd stop. She was disappointed upon seeing how the priest had not even been tempted to do more than seating on the couch watching her suck his c*ck. 

Contrary to the conclusion in Khana's head, she could not think of anything as he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.  

With a sudden surge of boldness, Father Henry pulled Khana closer, his hand slipping around her waist. Khana’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his touch, the proximity of his muscular body.

Henry knew this was wrong. He kept telling himself to resist these feelings before the situation slipped from their palm, but the boy couldn’t deny the longing he felt for Khana. For a fleeting moment, they forgot who they were— they were simply two souls entwined in a web of desire and longing.

Khana’s breath caught in her throat as she felt herself being drawn into his embrace. His touch was both gentle and firm, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. She could feel his heartbeat quicken against hers, matching the frantic rhythm of her own.

Then, as if unable to hold back any longer, Father Henry leaned in and initiated the kiss.

Khana’s whole being surged with a mixture of emotions—desire, guilt, euphoria. Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the pleasure she felt with the knowledge that they were committing a grave sin. But in that stolen moment, none of it seemed to matter. All that existed was the intoxicating connection between them.

Father Henry’s lips were warm against hers. His kisses were both tender and conquering.

 Khana’s senses were on fire, every touch sending her deeper into a whirlwind of passion. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, each stolen moment fueling the fire that threatened to consume them both.

 They both felt drunk. Each sweet breath was like a whiff of whiskey.

Henry sucked Khana's tongue, and thus their saliva mixed. All they knew was none of them wanted to wake up if it was a dream.

Before they knew it, both of them were naked, lying on the couch. Khana caressed Henry's broad and muscular shoulder down to his chest. 

She suddenly clung her hand at his nape, then pulled him closer, which led the priest's face to smash against her breast. 

"Suck me," Khana whispered.

Her seductive voice and gaze hypnotized Henry. Thus, it was not surprising to hear the lady moan when his wet lips bit and licked the rose of her breast.

Like a child, Henry sucked and flicked his tongue, savoring the fluffiness her breast had offered. 

There was an unexplainable heat warming them despite the breeze the aircon had provided. 

"Ahhh..." says Khana as she is tickled by how playful his tongue is. And how his left hand sends a shiver in the spare booby. The more his tongue got playful, the weaker her legs had become.

She can feel how her lower body is dripping. She's dripping down her thighs, even though they haven't started yet... she's truly dripping like a waterfall.

"Ah!... nnggh! Haammff!!" She can't help but let a weird sound escape from her mouth. Who can control what sound they are making when a guy is letting his finger in and out from her insides? 

Henry even kissed the jewel between Khana's legs. Shortly after, he slid his tongue inside hers.

Meanwhile, Khana felt like her body was being tickled, filling her with an otherworldly sensation.

'He is truly a priest! He is capable of making me taste heaven,' says an inner voice inside her head.

A loud groan escaped once more from her mouth when his tongue played deeply in her inner thighs, causing her to tremble. 

Although she was engaged to Richard, they never had this intimacy in bed because she never allowed it to happen. Henry is the first guy who buds her flower when they are both not of legal age way back then. And, now, he is still the first to have a taste of her older self.

They are both drowning in pleasure, and none of them couldn't bring themselves to their own senses. 

It's driving her crazy... Having Henry sucking his booby again while sliding his two fingers in and out between his legs. She's like a seashell that spreads more upon cast into the flame, much like how her legs spread wider...

"I want you inside me, now..."