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that way. This isn’t your fault, you’re a man and not trying to blow my own trumpet here, but when a man sees a body like mine, he is bound to react.” I ran my hands over my breast and over my ass, accentuating the curves. Leaving the comfort of the sofa, he took three strides towards me, before I knew what was happening he had me pinned against the wall. His right knee rubbing against my pussy, the pressure had me panting and I found myself grinding back against his knee. His mouth covered mine; tongue searching inside, swirling around mine, gentle nibbles to my bottom lip before he sucked on it hard.  A growl as he realised I had a playsuit on and not shorts, his hand travelled up my inner thigh, inside my suit searching for his goal. First one finger slid inside, he rotated it slightly and pushed another one inside, slowly pumping them in and out. My knees trembled as he worked me into a state of need. “FUCK more, please, more” I sounded so desperate but I had never been so turned on. HE removed his fingers and ran them around his lips first, then mine, moving in towards me he licked around my lips, a deep growl from deep inside his throat vibrated through me. 
     
    “OMG PUT ME DOWN” I screamed and laughed as he swept me off my feet and carried me into my room.  He literally threw me on my bed, and ripped my suit down the front so eager to remove it. I finished the job as he removed his own clothes. Grabbing my feet to pull me down the bed, he pushed himself between my legs and buried his face within my folds.  He thrust his tongue inside; I swear he was so deep I thought he was going to reach my tonsils. My hips lifted from the bed as I gripped the comforter and dug in with my heels.  Continually moaning loudly, gasping for breath as he sent me ever higher, my whole body shook violently as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced raced its way through my whole being.
     
    Raising himself, he crawled up the bed, lying beside me; he pulled me to his side. “I am so sorry” he whispered.  Was I hearing things or did this man just apologise for giving me the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, and all with his tongue. I tried to wrap myself around him, I got as far as putting an arm across him, when I tried to raise my leg to wrap it over him, and it felt like lead. I was totally spent, I looked up and met his sad face, I pouted slightly, so disappointed at my lack of libido. “Why so sad?” I enquired, “I really should have had more control, I have wanted to do that to you since we first met, I swore to myself that I would get to know you as a person first. I have used my share of women in the past, taken them for what I wanted and left them afterwards, without a care about their feelings. When I first met you I felt a pull toward you, maybe it is your accent, all combined with your looks and body. Either way I came here today with every intention of us talking and getting to know one another better. I may be a Pastor but that doesn’t mean I have to live my life like a monk. I have my needs and my desires.” He sighed deeply and shifted as though he were about to leave.
    “Please don’t leave yet, we don’t need to do anything more than lay here and cuddle and talk, just don’t leave yet,” I must be sounding so desperate. Truth be known since leaving my home I hadn’t found anyone that made me feel like he had done since I first laid eyes upon him.
     
    We lay wrapped around one another for hours, laughing at silly things from our past, I told him about my one love who had hurt me so much I had left not only my home, but my country to get away from it.  I told him how my cousin had bedded the love of my life, how I found them in our bed, together. I couldn’t even say it was making love; it was pure unadulterated fucking. In OUR BED! The tears streamed over my cheeks, and I gulped the ever-growing lump in my throat down.  I could get over the betrayal of our love or what