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His hand finds its way into my hair, fingers threading through the strands as he tilts my head just slightly to deepen the kiss. I let out a small sigh, and he hums back, lips moving against mine. His body presses more firmly into me, his chest warm and I can feel his heart beating, but he's careful, like he's afraid to overstep, even though we're both far past that line already.
I slowly guide us to the small couch in the living room, not wanting to break the kiss, The couch creaks softly beneath our weight as he shifts, adjusting himself so that he's hovering above me, but not fully resting his weight on me, but just close enough so that I feel the heat of him everywhere.
His kisses are painfully slow and sweet, like he's savoring every second like he doesn't want to lose this moment. his tongue flicks gently against my lower lip before slipping into my mouth, exploring. Like he has all the time in the world to explore what I taste like. I sigh again
Now my hands finding his hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck as his fingers trace my jaw. He is hard. I can feel it. The effects of our little makeout session getting to me as well— the way he's slowly grinding against my center sends a delicious sensation of desire through my whole body.
The fact that he's a priest— the sheer weight of that title— makes every soft gasp and sigh feel even more pleasurable.
Like sin itself, a barrier between the two of us that could be so easily slipped off, so tempting. His thumb drags along my cheek as he pulls back just slightly, lips barely an inch away,
breathing in sync as his forehead rests against mine. "you okay?" Charlie murmurs, lips ghosting over mine with each word. I nod, breathless, and he smiles looking at me with adoration — before leaning in again. This time the kiss is a little deeper, but still sweet. his fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel the faint brush of his tongue again. He pulls away for a mere second and leans close into my ear and whispers,
"This will be our secret" he says
before he connects our lips again deepening the kiss even more.
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ANDDD THE END!!!
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