Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
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Thomas belly laughed at that and then the image she had described came to his mind as clear as if he were watching it happen.
He didn't need a journal entry.
"You've been a bad girl." I hissed lowly into her ear as I bent her over the pew. "I'm going to give you what you've silently been begging for since filming started."
"Thomas," she moaned as I ripped her panties off tucking the ruined fabric in the pocket of the long black coat I wore.
"Shhh, quiet. I know it's late but there are still people about."
"Thomas, we shouldn't be doing this here. This is a church!"
"Shhh," I reached up under the skirt she wore with my right hand and found her small gem of nerves and began to stroke and caress it. With the other hand, I covered her mouth as I whispered in her ear. "You cannot honestly tell me my darlingest girl that you haven't fantasized about me doing this to you ...dressed like this." I smiled as I felt her moan against my palm. "Oh, that's it love, cum for me, little one. Yes!" I felt the hot fluid as it covered my fingers and I shoved another in and pumped her until she was writhing against me. Quickly I withdrew them and offered her a taste of her own juices which she greedily sucked from my fingers as I covered her mouth again and murmured, "I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels. We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver."
I could feel her heartbeat against my chest through her clothes in a staccato almost like that of a captured bird. I coaxed her, "Say the rest, my love," as I centered myself at her opening. "Say it, or I'll leave you wanting and I know you wouldn't want that."
Her voice was shaky at first but still quite clear as she whispered, "W-While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts..." I cupped her breasts then through the fabric of her blouse and her breath caught in her throat.
"Go on," I warned as I slid home to the hilt.
And her pussy was home to my cock. The only home it would ever want or need.
"My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi."
"Ah, you are beautiful, my love. Kiss me," I breathed against her cheek and she turned her head enough so that our lips could meet. And meet they did. She moved an arm from the back of the pew and threw it around my neck pulling me closer her eyes were like liquid emeralds and gold as they searched mine.
I spoke softly as I continued to fuck her ever so slowly, whispering, "Ah, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves. Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely."
"I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens."
He felt more than heard her sigh as she shuddered once then again against his body as he felt her inner walls clench and spasm around him as she continued to quote The Song of Solomon. "As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his intention toward me was love. Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love."
