Seeing Blind |NH|

Chapter Fifty Nine

After the ceremony, the entire wedding party had to stick around for formal pictures. Miriam and Patrick had made it a point to have couples be a part of their wedding party, so each of us got a few extra minutes with the photographer to celebrate love which was kind of cute. Plus, it gave me some semi private time with Esta and I know we got some great photos captured. I couldn't wait to see the results.

When the photographer was done with us, I started to walk towards the car to get to the venue where the reception would be held.  But Esta grabbed my hand and pulled me aside back into the church.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

She didn't say anything.  She just dragged me into the nave and then along one of the side aisles.

"What are we doing?"

She continued to drag me behind her until we reached the confessional.  She opened up the side the priest is usually on and then opened up the side we normally go in.  She pulled me and shut the door.  Turning around to face me, still not having said anything to me about what she was doing.  Instead she planted her lips onto mine.  

"Esta.." I said between kisses, "What...are...we...doing?"

"Have you ever had sex in a church?" She asked, not letting up.  Rather she moved her hands so that she was taking my suit jacket off me.

"What?  No."

"Me neither.  I've always wanted to.  Confessional, especially."

"You're not even Catholic," I semi protested in between kisses.  She started to undo my tie.  "Esta...Esta...wait a minute." I pulled away from her.  "Are you seriously wanting to have sex here?"

"Yes."  She glanced toward the screen. "And then maybe we can confess our sins afterwards," she said, laughing a bit evilly, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Weddings make you that horny?"

"They never have before but you...in a suit...god...if you couldn't get anymore gorgeous...it just turns me on and I've behaved myself all day, Niall.  I've got an ache in me and I need you to sate it. So, yes, in this church, at this moment, be naughty with me?" She looked up at me through those irresistible lashes of hers.

I gulped as she slowly started to rub me with her hand.  A low moan escaped my lips, "Fuck, Esta."  I grabbed her and kissed her so hard, she nearly toppled backwards.  

She pushed me into the seat, undid my zipper and got on her knees.

"Jesus Christ," I said as she took me in her mouth.  She laughed around me as she continued working her mouth and her hands.  Eventually I couldn't take it any longer and brought her back up, raised the skirt of her dress and ripped her underwear off her.  I hoisted her into my lap and slid right in.  She wasn't lying when she said she was turned on; she was dripping wet.

As she started to move, I let out a moan that was way too loud for the place.  She giggled a little and placed her hand over my mouth.  "Shh, Niall, we can't confess yet."

"Then stop being so damn good at this," I said, another moan escaping my lips.

"Well, I don't think I can control that."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as she continued to bounce on my lap.  Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer.  Wrapping one arm around her, I slid my other hand up her skirt and began to rub circles into her clit. 

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned.

"C'mon, baby, I need you to come."

I brought my other hand underneath the skirt of her dress and grabbed her ass, holding her in place, as I thrusted up into her.  Now it was her turn to tilt her head back.  I could tell she was about to come which was good, because I couldn't hold out much longer.

"C'mon, baby," I panted into her breasts.

"Fuck!" she screamed, slamming her hands to the walls on either side of her.

I brought my hand over her mouth but she quickly stood and got back on her knees, taking me back into her mouth.  "Shit."

"Come in my mouth, Niall.  Or do you want it all over the place?"

I looked down at her and watched as she took me in and out of her mouth, "Fuck it, let's leave them a little surprise."  

I pushed her back off me and used my hand to finish me off.  Somehow, she managed to back herself into the opposite corner.  I knew she was watching me.  I watched her through the sweaty haze of my vision in satisfaction.

After we had fixed ourselves up, we slowly opened the door and peeked out.  After seeing no one in sight, we exited.  Walking back to the exit, we bumped into the priest who had married Patrick and Miriam.

"What are you two still doing here?" He asked.

We both just looked at him, "Um, I forgot my bag," Esta said, holding up her change of clothes that seemed to just appear from nowhere.

The excuse seemed to satisfy him.  "Oh, I see.  Okay, well tell the couple congratulations once more for me, please."

"We will," I said.

He walked past us and headed to the confessional we were just in.

"Oh, shit," Esta said, as we watched him enter his side.

Laughing, she grabbed my hand and we ran out of the church.