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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,