#Chapter Thirty-One
She was seated on the wide couch and he stood before her, leaning over, one hand firmly attached on the couch rest to the left side of her head. Her chest rose and fell evenly as the pressure waxed each time his fingers moved and waned each time he stopped moving them. His index finger rolled on her clit as he slid his other fingers into her pussy. She looked down at herself, but her dress obstructed her view of what was happening underneath.
"Only the second session," he leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Don't know you very well yet, so let's talk more about the problems in your life."
"No," she breathed. "I don't want to talk."
He half-smiled. "You mentioned that you were a Christian before. Tell me, how important is that to you?"
"Gunner…" Kitty said and his fingers stopped. Her body screamed in protest. "Don't stop, please."
"How important is it?"
"I can't imagine myself any other way."
He slid three fingers in. "Is that so?"
"Y-Yes." He removed his fingers from her pussy and straightened his back. "Why did you stop?" Kitty groaned as her need for the pressure to build towards a climax drowned all other thoughts in her mind. He retreated to his shelves and picked out a book before he went back to her and dropped it into her lap.
It was a Bible.
"I don't want to read the Bible now," she protested, and forced herself not to scream at him. "Use your fingers on me, Gunner."
"1 Thessalonians 4, verses 3 to 5," he said to her. "Flip it to where that is, or I'm never touching you again."
She picked up the Bible and flipped it open to the page as he fell to the ground and parted her legs further. He put his face between her legs and looked up at her. "Read it aloud."
"But why?"
"Do you want to climax or not?"
She inhaled sharply and traced her index finger on the first line. "It is God's will that you should be sanctified," she said as he hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her down the couch towards him. His face disappeared between her legs and she felt the light graze of the scruff on his face across one inner thigh. He sucked on the skin there and light exploded behind her eyes.
But he suddenly stopped. She wanted to throw the Bible to the side and push his face into her pussy but she ran her finger down to the next phrase instead.
"That you should avoid sexual immorality." He placed kisses down her inner thigh towards her core and she arched her back, pushing her hips out into his face. He put one hand flat on her stomach and pushed her back, forcing a moaning groan to leave her mouth. His hand continued trailing up her body to one of her breasts and he grasped it in his hand tightly.
But he stopped again.
"I fucking hate you, Gunner," she said. He laughed, his breath warming her cold pussy. "That each of you should learn how to control your own body." His mouth closed around her clit and his tongue swiped over it. He sucked hard on it and all the breath left her body. Every fibre of her being commanded her to continue reading. "In a way that is holy and honourable." He grazed his teeth on her clit and the hard contact sent shockwaves coursing from her toes, straight up to her head. "Not in passionate lust like the pagans." His tongue slid down from her clit to her pussy and he pushed it into her hole as his grasp on her breast tightened. His thumb brushed hard against it until it went across her nipple and he pressed into it. She spread her legs wider as she neared her climax, her breathing ragged, her body in fire. His tongue thrust into her pussy repeatedly. "Who do not know God!" The climax exploded across her body and the walls in her pussy clenched and unclenched uncontrollably as she felt him smile against her opening. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, spasms of desire bursting everywhere.