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Neither one of them were certain how they managed to get through the ceremony without any problems. Bonnie had somehow gotten herself put together again for the wedding, fixing her hair and make-up. Father Donovan spoke the words from memory but he was not certain that he didn't stumble over some of the passages from the bible in his hands. He couldn't tell what Bonnie was thinking, all he knew was that she spoke the words when she was supposed to and seemed emotional when was expected to be. Ed, standing across from Bonnie, appeared to be completely oblivious to any and all tension and only repeated his own vows when asked, graciously taking Bonnie by the hand after it was all over, leading her from the church through the throng of people congratulating them.

Father Donovan breathed a visible sigh of relief as he watched the newly married couple disappear from the aisle beyond the crowd of wedding guests. His hands trembled slightly as he turned from the steps to the altar. Gazing at the imposing figure above, he could only shake his head ruefully. Shame was apparent to him but he also knew he still felt something beyond all sense of wrongness and impropriety. He still desired Bonnie and all he could think of right now was how to get her alone again.

"Father Donovan?" A familiar voice interrupted his private thoughts and he spun around to see Bonnie's mother, Faye Connelly standing at the bottom of the altar steps.

"Yes, Mrs. Connelly," he said with an easy smile born of his years of servitude to the congregation. He shoved all thoughts of her daughter moaning beneath his caresses from his mind and descended the stairs to shake the hand she offered. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh Father you have done so much," Faye Connelly replied with a happy smile.

More than you will ever know, Father Donovan couldn't help but think and cursed himself silently for the blush that crept up his neck and face at that.

"The ceremony was lovely, truly everything was perfect," the mother of the bride went on. "I hope you will be joining us at the reception later."

He was about to decline when a sudden, wild thought popped into his mind. Still, he didn't want to appear too eager. "I don't know, Mrs. Connelly," he told her, still smiling. "I don't think it would be entirely appropriate for a man of the cloth to be seen at a party!" He finished with a laugh.

Mrs. Connelly laughed as well and shook her head. "I insist, Father. You have always been an important part of our lives and I know Bonnie would want you there."

Unable to help the feeling of triumph at her words, Father Donovan found himself standing up straighter as he nodded yes to Mrs. Connelly's request.

"Excellent," she exclaimed. "It's at the Three Points Hotel on Summerside. Be there at 6!" With that she spun around and hurried out of the church to join the rest of the gathered revelers.

Left alone once more, Father Donovan moved slowly about the church, tidying up, helping the wedding attendants that were hired for the day. After about an hour of aimless wandering up and down the pew rows though, he had to admit that he needed something more to distract himself until it was time to leave for the reception.

Glancing at the clock in the hall as he made his way to his private offices, he noted that he could leave in another hour and be only a little early for the reception. Then he shook his head, realizing that all he could think of was seeing Bonnie again. He had no reason to think that she would ever seek him out in that way again but he found that he had to at least put himself in her presence.

After that it's all up to her, he told himself as he walked into his office and sat down at his desk. He pulled a book that he'd been reading closer and tried unsuccessfully to read the same page for several long minutes.

Images of Bonnie writhing beneath him came to mind and his groin throbbed in memory. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and squeezed his eyes shut. There behind his closed eyelids all he could see was Bonnie's flushed face as it bobbed up and down on his cock. Finally surrendering to the memories, Father Donovan daydreamed the time away until it was time to leave for the reception.

Once there the evening slipped by quickly enough and soon, everyone was laughing and crying along with the bride and groom as those selected read their toasts. Finally the real party began and Father Donovan felt strangely out of place as everyone began to move to the dance floor. Unable to watch the young couples moving together to the loud music, Father Donovan excused himself and walked out of the ballroom, exhaling forcefully in the quiet of the hotel lobby.

He wandered some distance down the hall, looking in at other celebrations, though not really registering what he was seeing. He was thinking only of his wanton virgin as she'd stood before all her friends and family, thanking them for being with them on their special day. He was thinking of the words she spoken to him before the wedding and when these thoughts threatened to expose him most cruelly, he found a nearby sofa and sat down abruptly.

He was only sitting there a few moments when he heard an achingly familiar voice speak his name. Looking up, he saw the stunning bride approach tentatively.

"Are you well, Father?" Bonnie asked shyly, her color high.

Swallowing with difficulty the response he really wanted to make, Father Donovan nodded with a strained smile. "Indeed. Thank you for inviting me to the reception."

Shrugging one slender white shoulder, Bonnie moved closer and perched on the opposite side of the sofa. "I thought it would be nice for you to join us. You know almost everyone that was invited anyway."

"That is true."

They fell into an uncomfortable silence for a long minute and finally Bonnie turned to him, reaching across the space between them for his hand. He started at her touch, shocked at his own reaction and regretting it immediately when he saw the hurt look dart across Bonnie's face.

"Bonnie, I --"

"No, it's all right Father Donovan," she broke in, shaking her head and withdrawing her hand. "I understand." She rose and started to walk away from him.

As he watched her walk away, watched the sway of her hips beneath the elegant gown and listened to the click of her heels on the tile floor, Father Donovan felt something snap within him and he leapt to his feet. He hurried down the hall towards her, quickly taking note of their surroundings and seeing an open door to his left, he grabbed Bonnie's arm.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie exclaimed as Father Donovan pulled her into the coat check room for one of the other functions going on in the hotel.

"I can't just let you walk away from me," he told her swiftly, his heart pounding painfully. "And I can't believe that you would just walk away from me."

"I didn't want to," Bonnie admitted after a moment of silence. She looked up into his eyes, her own emerald ones flashing strangely in the dim light of the coat room. "But I didn't think you'd want to..." her voice trailed away and with a groan, Father Donovan reached out and drew her close for an embrace.

"I've never wanted anything more in my entire life!" He told her firmly before lowering his lips to her eagerly upturned face.

Her lips were warm and soft, just as he recalled and they opened beneath him with a sigh and he moaned again as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Her own tongue met his and they clung to each other as their kiss brought them both back to their passionate encounter from earlier in the day. Twisting his lips over hers, Father Donovan attempted to devour her. She eagerly opened up to him and her tongue burned against his own as the kiss went on.

Slowly, he moved his hands from her face down to her sides, still sheathed in the now familiar wedding gown. She pushed against his hands and moved her own hands under his coat, trying to reach for every part of him that she could. All the while, their kiss never broke and they continued to taste each other.

Reaching down, Father Donovan took hold of the heavy skirt of her dress and began to bunch it up in his hands. Bonnie aided him as best as she could without breaking their heated kiss. Slowly, Father Donovan backed Bonnie up until she was pinned against the wall of the coat room.

As her back connected with the wall, she exhaled sharply and they finally parted their lips. Looking into one another's face, they stopped moving frantically against each other, searching for some reason to stop, some hesitancy from either of them. Finding none, Bonnie drew his face close for another passionate kiss as he continued to gather her skirt around her waist.

He moved one hand from the skirts to press between her legs. He was delighted to find that she was not wearing any panties and he happily slid a finger along her soaked slit, eliciting a sharp moan from her lips.

"You are so incredibly wet," he murmured against her lips.

"Touch me again," she begged, clinging to him with all her strength. She moved her mouth forward again, pushing her tongue against his again and he opened his mouth to her advances willingly.

Slowly, so much so that Father Donovan wasn't certain how he could keep himself from such pleasure with such control, he slid his finger back along her wet lips, gently easing them apart to find her clit. She gasped and flung her head to one side as his fingers grazed the tiny hardened piece of flesh.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked slyly, knowing what her answer would be but wanting to hear it anyway.

"No!" She cried, bringing her lips back to his again. "Don't stop. Please touch me, put your fingers inside me!"

With a hearty chuckle, Father Donovan obliged, moving his fingers from her clit to the soft center of her desire. Slowly, he pushed one finger in, sliding it slowly in and out again.

"No, don't!" She moaned against his lips. "Do it again!"

"Patience is a virtue, child," he murmured and felt her responding shudder as he pushed the finger back inside.

She was soaking his hand as he continued to thrust the finger in and out. Slowly, he added his middle finger and slid the two fingers in and out while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned against his mouth and he moved his tongue to try and silence her somewhat, fearful that they might be discovered.

Suddenly she began to tremble uncontrollably in his arms and she broke their kiss, gasping for air as she came against his hand. Her hips thrust against him with each wave of the climax and he held her as still as possible, still thrusting with his two fingers. Without pausing, he slid another finger inside of her.

"Oh Father," she moaned around a shudder as her body was still being wracked with the spasms. "I need you now!"

"Not yet, Bonnie," he replied, shifting so he could keep fingering her while undoing his own pants. "I want to make sure you're completely satisfied."

Unable to do anything but what he wanted her to, she clung to him as he thrust his fingers hard into her pussy and she sighed as she felt another toe-curling orgasm approach. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and dropped to his knees before her. Her hands went immediately to his hair as he pushed his face between her legs, replacing his fingers with his hot tongue.

"Yes, yes! Don't stop!" Bonnie cried.

Father Donovan raised his head at that and she looked down, wondering what made him stop. "You must try to be quiet," he warned her, though he was smiling broadly. "We can't be found like this."

She nodded and raised a hand to her mouth, covering her moans and cries as he put his face back to her wet core.

Clutching her ass, Father Donovan eased his tongue between her swollen lips and flicked it over her clit, loving the feeling of her fingers tightening in his hair. He flicked his tongue out again, catching just the tip of the clit and causing a tremor to run through her body. Finally he closed his lips around it and gently kneaded the hardened nub with his teeth. He licked her slit eagerly, lapping up the wetness before driving his tongue inside her.

She trembled and her legs began to shake as another orgasm ripped through her body. He held her firmly, keeping her propped against the wall, still licking her clit. He moved his head rapidly from side to side, allowing his tongue to continuously graze her swollen clit, bringing her to another immediate orgasm.

"Oh please, Father," she begged, her voice weak. "I need you in me."

Finally he looked up and saw that she was actually begging him to fill her. He rose slowly, running his hand up her thigh and between her legs as he moved up her body. His fingers slid between her wet pussy lips again as he claimed her lips once more with his own. Their tongues danced and explored each other as the kiss fogged both their minds.

"What do you want, Bonnie?" He asked her finally tearing his lips from hers to trail kisses down her neck to her heaving chest.

"You know what I want," she replied weakly.

"I want to hear you say it," he demanded, running his tongue along her collar bone, pausing to suck on the spot where her pulse beat wildly beneath her porcelain skin.

"I want you to fuck me, Father," she said softly, holding him tightly against her and gasping as his fingers flicked over her clit again.

Slowly, he ran his fingertip in slow circle around her clit as he kissed and suckled at her throat. He wanted to taste every inch of her and bring her such pleasure that she would always come begging him for more. He stunned himself with the force of these feelings. Never, even before becoming a priest, had he felt such unbridled desire for a woman as he did now. In spite of his position in the world, and the vows he had taken, he felt nothing now but the heat of her pussy on his hand and the frantic heartbeat beneath his lips. He was no longer a priest he realized as she moaned long and loudly with another orgasm.

Unable to make her wait much longer, Father Donovan kissed her deeply, running his tongue over every part of her mouth that he could reach, tangling with her own tongue. He withdrew, still administering skilled flicks to her clit with his hands.

"Tell me what you want, Bonnie," he demanded again, looking into her emerald eyes, now hazy with unhidden lust.

"I want you to fuck me, Father," she repeated her own words, reaching for his lips.

But he denied her. "Just for tonight?" He asked softly, easing his fingers inside of her pussy as he spoke. "On your wedding night? Or will you still want me after you have your husband?"

"I will always want you Father," she replied, smiling lazily and allowing her head to fall to one side as he began to thrust faster with his fingers. "Why do you think I wanted you to be my first?"

With a groan he could no longer contain, Father Donovan moved his fingers from her pussy and clutched her hips. He roughly raised her against the wall and spread her legs, which she wrapped around his hips. Reaching between them, Father Donovan took hold of his cock and ran it up and down her soaking slit.

She moaned and raised her hips further, wanting him inside of her now. He still refused to relinquish control, continuing to run the head of his cock along her swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he pushed the head inside of her, and then withdrew it quickly, eliciting a whimper from his wanton bride.

"Please, please, I need you!" She moaned.

Grinning, he slowly slid the head into her again and slowly withdrew it. She clutched at his shoulders, almost crying with her need for him to fill her. She kissed him wherever she could reach, his chin, his throat, the spot above his priest's collar where a bead of sweat had worked its way down. Finally, he couldn't hold himself off any longer.

With one long, slow movement, he buried himself inside of her pussy, sighing in pleasure as he moved within her. They stayed still for a single moment after joining, clinging to each other, their tongues touching eagerly and passionately once again.

"Fuck me, Father," Bonnie moaned against his lips and he did so, moving his hips in time with hers.

They thrust at a slow, languorous pace for a while, listening to the sounds of their heavy breathing and the rustle of her dress, bunched up between them. Father Donovan slid a hand down to cup her ass and pull her further apart as his thrusts became more insistent. He grunted with the effort to hold himself off as he felt her muscles contracting around his cock.

She sighed and dug her fingers into his shoulders as she came around his hard cock. She moved her hips against him and eased her legs higher to allow him to thrust deeper. He thrust against her faster and faster, not hearing the dull thump of their bodies meeting the wall repeatedly. He didn't care anymore. All he cared about right now was the feel of her tight pussy around his throbbing cock and he pounded her against the wall with all his strength.

"You are so tight, Bonnie," he muttered, burying his face in her hot neck, pushing himself inside her as far as he could go. "I love your tight pussy."

"I love your huge cock, Father," she told him and the desire and lust in her voice made him push even harder.

All sense of time left him as he pounded her hard against the coat room wall, mindless now of the noise they must be making. He listened to the wet, sucking sound her pussy made as he pulled out and thrust back inside her roughly. Her breath was hot on his face and her tongue left a scorching trail across the underside of his chin. He dug his fingers deeper into her plump ass and nipped at her earlobe with his teeth.

Finally he couldn't stop himself from pushing and pounding her pussy as hard and as fast as he could. She came again with a long, shuddering sigh moments before he groaned and made one final thrust, emptying his cum deep inside her for the second time that day.

Hopefully not the last time.