Father Briar and The Angel (8 page)

He could.

Cedric kissed her deep
again and unlocked their hands. His tongue flirted and flitted
around hers and adjusted himself beneath her as she sat on his lap.
His cock was ready to explode.

“Julianna, I love you, I need you.”

“I love
and need you too,” she said, enjoying the bluntness and the truth
in the words.

They stripped without
ceremony, without thought, without embarrassment. The bluntness of
this, too, aroused her. “How easy sex can be,” she marveled, “when
you are with the right man.”

“Please,” he asked, voice
ragged and raspy, “are you ready now?”

“I’m aching for it,” she
said.

She lay
back on the bed and spread herself. He rubbed his hard body against
her soft, sweet spots. He wanted to thrust himself into her without
grace or control or restraint, but he was too kind, too decent, and
still to unsure of his prowess as a lover. Were he to finish too
quickly, as quickly as he wanted to, the whole evening would be
ruined.

So he waited. Waited long
enough for her to say, “please.”

“What would you like me to
do, my Jewels?”

Her dislike of that
nickname took her out of the moment for the briefest of time.
But Father Briar wouldn’t be dissuaded. He felt fully in
control, full of power, and now he wanted to fill her
up.

He needed to hear her
express her desire, he wanted her beg him, and he wanted to know
she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“What
would you like me to do?” he repeated.

“
Make
love to me. Put it in me,” she moaned.

That was what he needed to
hear.

Julianna focused on the
incredible feel of him. The missing of him had been impossible; the
last couple of days had been a study in snow-swept boredom. She’d
read
East of Eden.
She’d done crossword puzzles.

It felt like Heaven to be
here with Cedric now.

His kisses made her wiggle
and writhe, they were the only thing in this brutal February that
warmed her and she took great glory in the joy she felt. She could
also feel the hardness in his pants, urgently pressing against
her.

Cedric
pulled up for a moment, he stopped kissing her, his eyes lingering
on his body. She was tired of waiting and was ecstatic when he put
both of his hands on her hips and brought her towards him.

He ran his hands from her
neck down to her belly then raised her shirt, showing off her new
Sears Roebuck bra. His fingers drifted close to her nipples, to the
clasps on her bra, but he left them alone, for the
moment.

She was amazed at the
forbidden desire he was able to command with just his hands.
Julianna wondered if there wasn’t real holy, Heavenly power in
those hands. He could arouse her with a single touch.

Then he stopped touching
her with his fingers and began kissing her with his tongue. Her
knees got weak and he had to hang on to his waist to stay
vertical.

“
Cedric?” she asked her voice still and
small.

“Yes, my darling
Jewels?”

“Please…” She couldn’t
finish that sentence. She couldn’t ask, even if she wanted to.
She’d waited so long to be with him. She could wait a little
more.

He helped out. “Soon, my
darling dear, soon we will make love.”

One hand around her neck,
the other came up to help her undress. They pulled her blouse over
her head and shoulders and she reached back and unhooked her bra,
but she didn’t let if fall, not yet.

Those long moments made
her desire him even greater. Both of his hands went to her breasts
and stars exploded behind her closed eyes. What a release, and what
a builder of tension!

Father Briar kissed her
earlobes and the hidden spots behind them. He took in the lush,
jasmine scent of her hair. His teeth nibbled at her and for a
moment, she wanted to be bitten, for him to draw her blood, just to
know what it would feel like.

“Bite me like a wolf,” she
thought, but did not have the courage to say.

He put
his lips to the top of her cleavage and he savored the soft skin at
that special place, now free from that pesky bra. He brought his
hands to her breasts and squeezed softly. Julianna felt the hairs
at the base of her spine rise.

Hands still on one
another’s hips, they slow danced (with room still between them for
the Holy Spirit) towards the bed. They stayed this way, dancing to
music only they could hear, for a long while, enjoying the
closeness (but not too closeness!) until they could stand to wait
no longer.

Father Brier brought
around the side of the queen-size bed. The girl at the check-in
desk asked if they’d wanted “the Honeymooner’s suite but Julianna,
fearing it had something to do with that wife-abusing Jackie
Gleason, had quickly demurred. So here they were in a simple single
room with a big bed and not much else.

Putting what little they
had to proper use, Cedric lay her down on the bed and she helped
him with her skirt; he was still amazed by the complexity of
women’s dress. What clothes he had left on came off
quickly.

She saw him naked, in his
birthday suit, in all his glory, for the first time. It was
everything she’d imagined and more. She couldn’t help but notice
how hard he was, and how hard he was fighting to control his
desire. Every bit of him was tight and straining. Control was very
important to him, and she knew he didn’t want to lose
it.

He joined her on the bed
and with an athlete’s easy effortlessness; he got on top of her and
pressed a bit of his weight down upon her. Cedric lowered himself
even further and she could now feel the strange, powerless joy in
being immobile beneath a powerful man.

Again her eyes fluttered
shut. She never knew what to do with them when she was near to him,
and she’d never been this near to him before. To guide herself in
the blackness, she grabbed his ass and adjusted his hips for him,
putting him just inches away from her hot, throbbing
sex.

Julianna kept her hands on
him, delaying, denying, enjoying. She did not know how much longer
she could control himself; she didn’t know how much longer he would
let her keep control.

He nudged her forward a
little, and then straddled her. “My Julianna, if I would’ve known
you were this beautiful, I wouldn’t have waited this long to make
love to you.”

She would’ve blushed, but
her face was flushed red already. His penis was right there. Right
there! How huge it looked from this (and any!) angle and she was
ready to have it. Would he give it to her?

To her disappointment, he
didn’t. He knew she wanted it but he needed to maintain his hold
upon her.

Julianna’s disappointment
didn’t last long, thought, because he gave her one of the best
kisses in her life, a real movie star sort of kiss, a kiss that
reclaimed her and restarted their race towards climax.

Cedric’s slow,
self-controlled rhythm had its desired effect. Julianna was no
longer in control of her body. She felt as though she was nuclear
powered, like her heart and soul were some new power source that
could run on lust and faith forever.

Julianna’s need for him
was beyond what she had even imagined possible, and she could tell
by the glassy, faraway look in his eyes that he was ready to
finally make love to her. To have intercourse. To fuck, as the
teenagers said.

Despite
his great desire to keep control, he wanted this first time
together to be about Julianna. He wanted her to know only his
touch; he wanted to be faithful as faithful to her as he was to
God.

He kept himself out of her
as long as he could, feeling her warmth with the hard end of
himself, enjoying the wetness, and how alive everything down there
felt, how very alive.

Her breasts were firm and
warm as he rubbed his chest against them, inflaming her one last
time before entering. Every fraction of an inch, every shift of
weight, and every upcoming thrust, he imagined in advance. This way
he had the power to enjoy everything twice.

Cedric had to insert
himself into her now or the whole moment would be lost, spoiled by
his insistence on his own pace. He put his hands on her thighs and
helped her wrap her legs around his waist and muscular butt. He
needed her now, no, it was deeper and more meaningful than that;
they needed each other.

Desire to possess the
whole of Julianna was a devilishly elusive and strange feeling, one
he knew he’d need again and again, a feeling he thought not might
be satiable. Nonetheless, he knew he had to go forward now or be
lost forever. So he wiggled her thighs apart with his hard dick and
said a final sentence as a celibate priest.

“Your
lust, your body, and your love are mine and mine alone. Only God
may tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear, and then he took her
as her own.

Although they slept the
just sleep of the dead, they woke up in the morning realizing what
they’d done and where they were. Suddenly nervous, they dressed
quickly and without words.

In the car on the way home,
Julianna fiddled with the radio until she found 830 clearly coming
in on the dial. WCCO was just finishing up the commodities prices
and the weather report came on after a commercial for Armor Brand
canned hams.

“
There is a storm brewing
to the north of us right now,” the news-reader’s cheery voice
said.

“
Why do they think that is
news?” Cedric said, sour, “there is always a storm brewing north of
here.”

Julianna ignored him,
focused on the weather report.

“
An Alberta Clipper has
been reported by our sources at the National Weather
Service.”
“Their so-called source is a drunken Irish fisherman.”

“
How does he report the
weather from his boat in Europe?” Julianna asked, the sweetness in
her voice masking the mocking in her question.

“
I’ll ignore that,” he
said, putting his foot on the accelerator a bit harder, hoping to
get home faster.

“
Concerned residents of
Brannaska and other towns in the storm’s path should be prepared
and take all precautions.”
“As if we wouldn’t have done that already, given how nasty this
winter has been.”

Sex was shaping up to be
more wonderful, but infinitely more complicated, than she’d ever
though.

Chapter Nine: Father
Briar Counsels Worried Hockey Moms.

Despite the wind whipping
outside and the frost clouding the inside of the windows, Father
Briar’s office was cozy and warm, if not particularly
friendly-feeling at the moment. Racks of books lined the shelves on
the walls. Cedric wished he could worm his way into one of the
volumes, that C.S. Lewis volume of talks during the war,
perhaps,
Mere Christianity,
instead of dealing with the frustrated and
uncomfortable mothers that were sitting in the Naugahyde chairs
across from his desk.

“
Is it natural for them to
be so much like rabbits?” Mrs. Herbertson was trying to be discreet
and talk around the “problem” of her daughter’s libido. “They just
want to be together at all times. Day and night, night and day, at
school and on the weekends. Talk of Trigger never stops!” Mrs.
Olsen complained. “I know more about your son, Jenny, than I do
about my own husband!”

“
Well maybe that is a
problem the two of you ought to address,” Father Briar said quietly
and without judgment.

“
We are not here to talk
about my marriage,” she responded sternly. Father Briar wasn’t used
to being reprimanded, especially by the a mother of a teenage boy
who was a broken condom (or no condom at all, given that they were
Catholic, and we all know that teenage boys aren’t exactly precise
when it comes to ejaculatory control…) away from being an unwed
father.

Trygve “Trigger” Olsen was
the star of the Brannaska High School Hockey team. He played center
and was the co-captain. He was on course to graduate and the go on
to the University of Minnesota, Duluth Campus, the beneficiary of a
full athletic scholarship.

But all of that would fall
apart if he got Ramona Herbertson “in a family way,” as her ever
delicate mother had put it. The two had been dating for five months
and both had undergone a recent hormonal explosion and all its
attendant side effects. They’d been caught,
en flagrante delicto,
and pants
around their ankles, twice now. Poor Mrs. Abraham, the history
teacher and debate coach, had walked in to his classroom during a
free hour when students were supposed to be at a pep rally. “Well,
there was a lot of pep going on in that room!” the horrified
educator had told the principal.

One such incident could be
chalked up to teenage impulsiveness and maybe even a bit of a
freaky streak. The second incident was much more serious, as it had
taken place in the Church itself.