Trefoil by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online

drenched in flowers stood before the altar. Lillian avoided the sight of this, feeling an inherent survivor’s guilt. This emotion kept her from growing close to mortals. With John, the pain of friends lost isolated him.
    Lillian stared at the beauty of the cathedral. The altar was aglitter with treasure. A golden likeness of Christ was fixed upon a polished cross, and a bejeweled goblet refracted the light of the candles. To the left of the sacristy stood a statue of the Virgin Mary done in the manner of Raphael, with large, flat eyelids and wearing a blue cloth.
    The mass finished and they continued to kneel as the space emptied. When the last mourner straggled out, John rose and approached the altar. His fingers trailed along the pews as he went. Lillian remained seated, gazing at the stained glass arching above her.
    Silence abounded after the mourners left, and the pallbearers took the coffin to its final resting place. Time grew meaningless as John knelt before the altar he had helped to erect. Shadows shifted about the space. Lillian relaxed against the pew and let her eyes slip shut.
    John’s arms encircled her and she gasped. “Did I—?”
    He cut her off with his mouth, his need humming from her veins directly into hers. She yanked him onto the pew, and he cradled her head as he laid her upon the wooden seat.
    “Thirty years spent denying man’s desires for the flesh leaves me wanting them,” he whispered against her ear, tongue flicking her sensitive lobe.
    “I want you, John. Here. Now.” She deftly popped the buttons of his shirt with one hand, the other locating the long thick shaft bulging against the front of his pants.
    He groaned at her touch, grinding against her. And then he captured her mouth and plunged his tongue deep. Her breasts were hot and swollen beneath his touch. He circled them with the flats of his palms, driving her into a frenzy. She needed his cock slipping between her thighs, stroking her inner secret spot. She needed to drive out playful thoroughness and desperate passion. Just John.
    He had freed her breasts. She lay shivering in anticipation. The pew was smooth against her naked spine, and her immortal tattoo tingled to life as his mouth dipped to one straining bud. She watched his hot tongue lave the perimeter of it before sucking it between his lips.
    A quiet cry escaped her, echoing in the still space. She shoved his shirt over his biceps and his pants down his hips, baring him to her attentions. Her fingers closed about the base of his rod. In return, he scraped her breast with his rough jaw and moved to the other hard nipple.
    His fingers caressed a path down her ribs to her waist. Her pencil skirt slithered with a whisper to the floor. “My God, Lillian,” he said, “have you been bare all this time?”
    Her tongue found his in answer, sucking it into her mouth as her thumb smoothed the drop of pre-come from the head of his cock. He gathered her to him, fingering her spine. Electricity shot between them and her head fell back. John’s mouth was at her throat, kissing and sucking and nibbling her flesh. One hand closed around her breast as he nudged her knees apart.
    Her hand eased between their bodies, guiding him to her heat. A knot of need broke open inside her and moisture flowed freely between her thighs. She opened her eyes into his blurry-eyed gaze.
    “John.”
    With a hard thrust, he filled her. His length plunged deep, touching her core. They began to move at once, her knees bent and heels gripping his waist, her spine chaffing the hard wooden seat, the silence enveloping their lovers embrace. Her nails pressed into his muscled back, driving him harder, faster as her hips rose and fell against his.
    The walls of her pussy clenched him, released, poised on the verge of release so great, she felt herself sinking into him, minds meshed, bodies one, hearts beating in time to each other’s.
    “Baby, you’re so hot. I’ve gotta come,” he said, sending her over